Indulgence (54 page)

Her hands intertwined behind my neck, pulling and pressing
me into her. It was if she couldn’t get close enough either. My Angel was
greedy for my kiss, swallowing me whole. Her lips tugged and bit at my lips
then her wet little tongue dipped in for more. I groaned and then pulled away
when I heard an annoying man clearing his throat from behind us. Her entire
body went stiff as she realized that we’d had an audience. She pulled back, but
I wouldn’t let her go far.

Her breath came in heavy pants as she took in the shocked
faces of the men in the room. Alex smiled like a loon and Oliver wiped at his
face with a hanky, tears leaking out the corner of his eyes.

“Sorry, y’all. Me and my girl haven’t seen each other for a
month. We have some making up to do.” A couple of the men nodded their heads. I
could see that most had shiny wedding bands on their left hands. Yeah, they
understood.

“Hank, I … we need to take this somewhere private,” Aspen
said as she tried to pull away.

I shook my head. “Nope, not on your life are you gettin’
away from me now. Not when you’re in my arms where you should be.” I held my
girl firm. She squirmed a bit, then it dawned on her.

“Alex said you expanded Jensen Construction?” She looked
confused and uncertain.

“I did. You see, I contacted your pops; he introduced me to
some investors. Actually, one of ‘em’s right there.” I pointed to Mr. Jackson.
He smiled and nodded. Small world. Looks like we’d both be dealing with Mr.
Jackson in our business ventures. He was a good guy; I couldn’t complain.

“Jackson? Really?” She shook her pretty head. “What is going
on, Hank?”

“Everyone, you done with your meetin’ here? I’d like some
time alone with my girl, if it all suits.” The men each hopped up and made
their way out of the room. Several
good
job
s and a
great work
were thrown over their shoulders as they left. Grant sat in his chair, waiting
for the show to commence. My eyes narrowed at the bastard.

Oliver went over to Grant’s chair, pulled it away from the
conference table, and pushed with all his might right out the conference room
door on its roller wheels. Grant hooped and hollered all the way out. Bet he
didn’t expect the little fella to get one over on him. Ollie shut the door
hard, giving me a thumbs-up over his shoulder.

I turned to Aspen and kissed her once more. Her surprised
gasp turned into a moan and I got caught up in her all over again. The woman
had the power to turn a man into a jelly donut with her sharp tongue, her quick
wit, that smokin’ hot body, and her grace.

I turned her around lifted her up and set her on the
conference room table. I forced her thighs wide open, then yanked her legs
around my hips. Why the fuck was she wearin’ pants? I needed to talk to my
little buddy about her wardrobe. She needed to be wearin’ more skirts and
dresses. Easy access. I pressed my erection hard against her center.

“Oh, God, Hank. We can’t do this. Not here. Not now. You
haven’t even told me what’s going on,” she whispered against my neck, then
proceeded to suck and bite, making me damned near crazy.

“Can’t wait, Angel. Been too long.” I unbuttoned her pants,
lifted her with one hand, and tugged the fabric down her thighs. Her pointed
stilts fell to the floor with a loud clunk. She leaned back and let me pull her
pants down and off her body. She was wearing red lace panties and I could just
see the faint line of her pussy through the damp fabric.

My mouth started to salivate. She quickly pulled them down
before I tore them to shreds. Smart cookie. I ripped at my khakis and shoved
them and my boxers to the floor. She gripped my dress shirt and undid the
buttons as I stared at her heaving chest.

Those blue eyes of her were almost black, laced with need. I
sent up a small prayer to the good Lord above that she wasn’t pushing me away.
She wanted me. Wanted this, right here, right now. If she hadn’t I’d have
spontaneously combusted on the spot.

When both of our shirts were open I pulled her to me and
kissed her. She held my face, turning my head where she wanted me to go. She
could take the lead. As long as her lips were on mine, she could do whatever
she wanted.
Christ! She tasted good.
I reached a hand around to cup her
ass. The other hand went straight for the promised land. She was soaked. I sank
two fingers into her body. She straightened and pressed harder onto my hand,
then sealed our chests skin to skin.

It wasn’t enough. More. I needed more.

“Hank, I … ” she said as I lined up my cock, pulled her ass
cheeks, and forced her down hard on my length, impaling her in one hard thrust.
“God!” she screamed.

I stilled, holding us both quietly, letting my body calm. It
had been starved for her touch for over a month, and I didn’t want things to be
over before they ever really even got started.

“Angel,” I kissed every inch of her face. “It’s good to be
home.” Tears fell down her face and I kissed them away and started to move in
and out of her body in measured, slow strokes.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered against my lips, her eyes
closed.

“Open your eyes,” I begged on a particularly hard thrust.
She gasped and opened her eyes. They were filled with love, pain, and something
else … hope. “I love you. You. Aspen Isabel Bright-Reynolds.” I punctuated her
name with a fierce thrust. “No one else. There will never be anyone else,” I
promised as I picked up the pace and started pounding into her.

“What about … ” she started. I leaned her back to lay on the
conference table, completely vulnerable and open to me. I pulled back and
shoved my cock so far into her she orgasmed fast and quick.

“Only you. I’ve fallen for an angel and there will never be
anyone else. You’re mine from here on out, until the end of time. You hear me?”
I roared then slammed into her over and over. Her body coiled tight in orgasm,
but I could tell she was already building into the mother of all releases. If
she didn’t want to listen to my words she’d listen to my body. I’d fuck her
into believing the truth.

“God, yes, Hank. I love you. I love you so much,” she cried.
I pulled her up, holding her face-to-face.

“You feel that, Angel?” She nodded on a particularly deep
thrust and tipped her head back in a moan. “That’s me, inside you. Inside the
woman I want to spend my life with. Inside the woman I’m going to marry.” Her
eyes went wide, mouth opened to lick her lips. “That’s right. You’re going to
be stuck with me. You don’t have a choice. This is real … this is real love.”

I clenched her body tightly against mine and pumped my cock
into her, my release shooting deep within her tight channel. The corresponding
orgasm pulled and sucked at my length, a dizzying, unbidden pleasure the likes
of which I’d never had before and would only have with her. I knew that I would
end up worshiping this woman until the end of my days.

She held me to her, our breath coming in heaving gulps of
air. “Never again, Angel. We’ll never be apart again.”

She nodded. “Hank, we have a lot to discuss. So much has
happened.” She worried her plump pink lip and I swooped in and kissed her worry
away, lapping at the tissue, claiming it for my own.

“Yes, I agree.”

Silently we both pulled on our clothes. A brief knock rang
out on the conference door just before Oliver entered. He took in our rumpled
clothing, Aspen pulling on her blazer, me buttoning up my shirt. A wide grin
broke across his face. “So, it looks like you two made up. You ready to go
home? The limo is waiting.”

Aspen looked nervous, but I clasped my hand with hers. “Yes,
Oliver, we’re ready to go home.”

My Angel’s eyebrows knit together. “But where are you
staying?” she asked as we walked toward the elevators.

“At my home away from home. Where my Angel lives is where I
live.”

“You can’t be serious. We haven’t seen each other in a
month.” Her rational brain was about to screw up all my well-laid plans.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going home with you. I’m movin’ all of
my stuff in, too.” Oliver snorted. “What?”

“All your stuff.” He laughed. “Like what? All three boxes of
it?”

“Shut up, pipsqueak. I’m talking to my fiancée. ” Two
stunned faces and gaping mouths stared at me. “What?”

“Your fiancée?” Aspen whispered.

“Oh, yes, you will be my wife. Sooner rather than later. I
hate waitin’ and we’ve lost a month as it is.” I pulled on her hand and yanked
a shocked Oliver into the elevator.

We took the drive back to the penthouse and I was happier
than I ever thought I’d be a month ago. Aspen was quiet—too quiet—but I had
time to get her to warm to the idea of being a Jensen. Before that, though, we
needed to eat, and I needed to be home with her where I could explain
everything that happened and clear the road to our future.

Oliver left us, exiting on the thirtieth floor. I had no
idea the little fella lived in the same building. That sure explained how he
was always able to get to her so fast. Or intrude on some private moments with
such ease. We got out at the penthouse and the doors were open. I had worked
with Ollie to plan a private romantic dinner at home where we could reconnect.

Rose petals trailed along the floor of her home leading to
the dining room. “Did you do this?” she asked, awe in her voice.

“I did. But my little buddy and Gusto helped. I wanted our
first night back together to be special. A homecoming.” She nodded and smiled.

A familiar clicking noise could be heard barreling through
the rooms. Gusto’s thick accent quick on the heels screaming something in
Swedish. I braced Aspen’s shoulders and stopped cold as Butch came around the
corner and slammed into us.

“Hi Butchey! Did you miss me? I missed you so much boy, so
much!” Aspen petted and hugged my dog. Her watery gaze lifted to mine. “I’m so
glad he’s here.” Butch was happier than a pig in a mud puddle on a hot day. His
long tail smacked against me repeatedly as he spun for Aspen’s pleasure.

“Yeah, poor fella missed you somethin’ awful. You’d left a
shirt back at the ranch and he found it. Kept it on his bed the whole time we’d
been apart.”

After a few more scratches and hugs for Butch, we made our
way to the dining room, where Gusto had outdone himself. The tables were
dressed with flowers, lit candles, and golden dinnerware.

“It’s beautiful, Hank. Thank you,” she said and sat when I
pulled out her chair.

Gusto brought our matching dishes of filet mignon, veggies,
and couscous. I requested that special since we had it one of our first nights
together. She noticed my shy smile when she took a bite.

God, I was a lucky man. She hadn’t said she’d marry me, but
I didn’t really ask properly yet. The biggest step forward was that she hadn’t
run away. We were here together, and earlier that day I’d made love to her.
However impromptu and unplanned it was, our bodies just needed to be united in
that moment. It had been too long. Now, I needed to connect with her
emotionally. She needed to understand that Susie was my past and that she was
my future.

After dinner, I lifted her and carried her into the bedroom.
She didn’t say a word. I pulled back the covers, laid her down, and then slowly
pulled off her suit, piece by piece. She sighed as I caressed each new expanse
of bare skin, placing a kiss here and there while disrobing her. She’d lost a
good ten pounds her curves slight and less soft around the edges.

A pang of guilt slithered into my subconscious knowing that
she’d lost the weight because of me. Didn’t take care of herself properly
because I’d hurt her something awful. I planned on fixin’ it all no matter how
long it took. I removed all my own clothes aside from my boxers, and then got
into bed next to her. She immediately laid her head onto my bare chest and
sighed.

“It’s time to talk, Angel. There are some things you need to
know about. Just promise me you’ll hear me out.”

She kissed my bare chest. “Okay, I promise. I’m ready.”

Hank’s body was warm against my cheek. His musky citrus
scent filled the space around us. I felt at ease for the first time in a month.
We hadn’t discussed what happened at his parents’ back in Texas. The sound of
him kissing Susie may never leave the deep recesses of my brain. Even though it
needed to be discussed. Hank had said things that were just plain bat-shit
crazy. He’s moving in? Called me his fiancée, but didn’t bother to put a ring
on my finger.

Nestled against Hank’s solid chest, I ran my fingers through
the small tufts of hair along his abdomen heading down into the boxers that
held one fine piece of male equipment. My mouth watered thinking about
reacquainting myself with Hank’s member once more. As my hand started to creep
down Hank’s tight muscles, one large hand captured me at the wrist, stopping
further explorations down south.

“Darlin’, you start that and we’ll never get to talkin’.
Believe me. I need to be balls deep in you something fierce, but I promised you
we’d clear the air for good. I want nothin’ in the way of us movin’ on the
right path.” He leaned down and kissed me softly, then settled me against his
chest once more, lacing his fingers with my wandering hand.

He took a deep breath and spoke. “I was just about to turn
twenty-four. Susie was two years younger. She was a smart one—skipped a couple
grades in school, so we ended up in high school at the same time. We dated all
through high school. With the age difference, we waited to be physical until
she was seventeen. Even then I was worried her old man would kill me.” I
laughed lightly, thinking fondly of what he must have looked like back then.

“After high school I went on to college a couple hours away,
and she stayed back home to help her family out at their farm. Her mama was
sick and needed her to take care of her younger siblings. We’d see each other
on the weekend, catch up with friends, fuck. It was hard being at college and
her being home. So over some time, my visits home started lessening. Our
relationship was in trouble, but I still believed I loved her. Was faithful to
her.”