Captain of Industry: An older alpha male and younger woman office romance (Filthy Rich Love Book 6)

by Sadie King

  Taylor stands next to me, professional and confident. No sign of the brazen hussy who was on her knees only an hour earlier.

  My dick throbs thinking about it. I still have the taste of her on my lips, and I can almost feel the imprint of her mouth on my dick. I’m hard by the time the elevator arrives at the penthouse suite and have to bring my laptop bag in front of me to hide my bulge. Damn, what is this woman doing to me?

  I squeeze her hand as we get out of the elevator, and she flashes me a smile. Even that small touch, having her close to me, has an effect on my body.

  The blood races though my veins, and I feel pumped, alive with her by my side. This is an energy I can harness.

  We’ve set the penthouse up as a temporary boardroom. It’s lavishly furnished with a 10-million-dollar view. Designed to impress.

  The investors are here already.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Amari.” We shake hands, and I do the introductions.

  I’m pleased to see Taylor smile and make respectful small talk as she shakes each person’s hand. No shy intern here; she’s confident among a room full of mostly men who are mostly twice her age.

  Mr. Amari holds her hand a little too long, and I feel anger building inside me. She politely pulls it away and moves to the next man. I swallow my anger and invite everyone to sit, making sure Mr. Amari is as far away from Taylor as possible.

  “Thank you all for coming,” I begin. “We have something new I’d like to show you.”

  I nod to Taylor, and she stands up and moves to the front of the room. All eyes are on her, and I have to fight the urge to punch every man in this room for looking at her. I swallow my jealousy and give her my full attention.

  She looks around hesitantly and coughs. For a moment, I think she’s not going to do it. Her eyes meet mine; I nod to her, and she takes a deep breath and begins.

  She’s slow at first, garbling out the idea. There are confused looks around the table. Then she fires up the presentation, showing a sketch of the moss wall.

  She warms to the theme, her natural passion shining through. The confused looks turn to interested nods. Mr. Amari leans forward, studying her plans.

  By the time she’s finished, they’re eating out of her hand. Asking questions which she answers confidently.

  Watching her work the room sends an ache down to my dick. She’s confident and professional, and it’s a hell of a turn-on.

  “What’s the extra cost?” asks Mr. Amari.

  I slide a portfolio across the table to him. He looks at the number inside.

  “I like your idea,” he says. “It’s innovative and daring.”

  Relief floods me, but I keep my expression neutral. Taylor’s beaming, and I must remember to give her a lesson on negotiating.

  “We’ll meet half the cost.”

  “Two-thirds,” I say.

  He hesitates. We stare at each other across the boardroom.

  “Two-thirds.” He nods his agreement, and then his eyes flick to Taylor. “And I take her out for dinner.”

  A surge of angry heat runs through me, and I push my chair back. In one swift move, I’m across the table and I have him by his shirt collar. “She’s not up for negotiation.”

  Panic sweeps across his face.

  “S-s-sorry,” he gasps.

  I release my hold, and he slumps back in his chair grasping his neck. “You can be in on this at full price, or not at all. But you don’t speak about my woman that way.”

  I walk slowly back to my side of the table. Taylor’s staring at me, her eyes wide. She’s probably disgusted by my aggressiveness. But I can’t sit here and let him insult her like that, even if it means losing the deal.

  I feel a pang in my heart at the realization of what I’ve just done. I’ve put my business on the line for her, for a woman I barely know. I’m suddenly sure in my heart that it’s the right thing to do.

  “Come on, Taylor. Let’s go.” I hold out my hand to her, and she takes it. Feeling her touch is reassuring. I don’t care about any of it as long as I have her by my side.

  I lead her over to the elevator, and we wait in silence for it to arrive. There’s a cough from behind, and I turn around. Mr. Amari is still sitting at the table. His lascivious look is gone.

  “I didn’t know she was your woman.” He holds his palms up in a gesture of supplication. “Forgive me.”

  I eye him warily.

  “I understand matters of love,” he continues. “I have been married five times; I know about the passion men are driven to for love. Please, sit down.”

  I walk back to the table still holding Taylor’s hand, but I remain standing.

  “I want the full amount,” I say.

  Mr. Amari nods. “I am a sucker for love. Yes, okay. You have my backing.”

  I hold my hand out, and he meets me across the table. We shake hands, and he grasps his hand over the top of mine. His eyes flick to Taylor.

  “But I want an invitation to your wedding? Yes?”

  She blushes and ducks her head, which is fucking adorable. But Mr. Amari is an astute man. He’s realized before I even have that she’s the woman for me.

  Once I sign the deal with him, I’ll be putting a different kind of an offer to her. One that I hope she accepts.

  9

  Taylor

  I’m reeling from the last few hours. The buzz of the presentation, the closing of the deal, and most of all the way Mr. Crowe called me his woman.

  I haven’t left his side since he nearly choked Mr. Amari. He’s kept his hand firmly over mine, and he keeps turning around to look at me as if he’s worried I might disappear. As if I would, as if I ever could. I’ve only known him for twenty-four hours, but it feels like a lifetime.

  There are points to negotiate and papers to sign, and finally we’re back down on site showing Mr. Amari and his entourage into their cars.

  As soon as they drive off, Mr. Crowe turns to me.

  “You were spectacular.” He pulls me into him, and his warmth and scent sends a shiver right down my spine. I could stay like this all night.

  “Do you want to get some dinner?”

  What I want to do is run my hands over his chest and find out what exactly that enticing tattoo is of. But I already feel like I’ve been far too forward with him, so instead I nod.

  “Dinner sounds good. We should celebrate.”

  His hand runs down my back and over the curve of my ass, and I press myself against him. I feel him harden against me.

  “Or we could celebrate in another way.” His breath is warm on my neck and his lips trail over my skin, sending goose bumps shooting down my arms.

  “What did you have in mind?” I ask coyly, although the hardness pressed against me lets me know exactly what he has in mind.

  He leads me back into the building and pushes the button for the elevator.

  “I have some champagne upstairs.”

  The elevator arrives, and he pulls me in. As soon as the door shuts, his hands are on me, running over my body and sliding over my ass.

  His lips meet mine in a long, slow kiss. I run my hand down his chest and over his belt buckle to cup his hardness in my palm. He moans into my mouth, and his hands slide around to cup my ass.

  “You were so sexy today in the boardroom,” he says, leaning back to look at me. “So confident.”

  We’re rising above the site now, and through the glass elevator we can see the city laid out before us. It’s just past dusk, and lights are twinkling in the darkness.

  “I enjoyed it,” I say. “It was a thrill.”

  He arches his eyebrows.

  “Not the most thrilling part of my day,” I say with a smile.

  “What was the most thrilling part?” The corners of his mouth are twitching.

  I slip my hands into his belt and start to undo the buckle.

  “It was when you licked my pussy until I came all over your tongue.”

  He moans at my dirty talk, and one hand slides under my
blouse. The heat of his skin on my skin sends a hot flush between my legs.

  His fingers caress my soft skin, sending tingles all through my body. But I want to please him first. I want to give him a gift for believing in my idea, for believing in me.

  My fingers are trembling as I ease his hard dick out of his pants. I sink to my knees and lick around the tip of his dick.

  The elevator races up to the top floor, the city getting smaller and smaller below us. I take his dick in my mouth and slide my lips down the length of his shaft. He tilts his head back and moans as I lick around the base of his cock. Soft flicking movements, my tongue darting out to lick every part of him while my hand cradles his balls.

  I pick up the pace, my mouth gliding up and down his length. We’re almost at the top of the elevator, and his climax is building.

  His hand grabs the back of my hair and pulls him towards me. I open my throat and let his cock slide in and out, my tongue flicking his tip.

  He thrusts into me, and hot cum hits the back of my throat. I keep his pulsing dick inside my mouth, sucking up every last drop.

  I’m still on my knees when his hand slams into the emergency stop button.

  I stare at him in surprise.

  He’s wearing a mischievous grin, and his dick’s already starting to harden again. He pushes another button, and the lights in the elevator go off. We’re standing in darkness with the city lights spread out before us. It’s beautiful.

  “It’s time you enjoyed the view, Taylor,” he says, running a hand up my skirt.

  10

  Brandon

  My dick’s still throbbing from the exquisite blow job. I pull her in for a kiss, tasting my cum on her lips.

  “I can’t wait any longer to make you mine,” I say.

  Her hot body is pressed into mine, and my dick’s already standing to attention again. The city lights are below us, and it’s a massive turn-on to be in this glass elevator above the world.

  My finger run up her skirt to her bare pussy. I suddenly remember that I have her panties in my pocket.

  “Did you present to the board with no panties on?” I ask.

  “Yes, I did.” She smiles at me mischievously.

  The thought of her going up in front of the investors with a bare pussy makes the blood run to my dick, and in an instant I’m hard again.

  “You naughty girl,” I say, playfully biting her ear. “It’s time I made you mine properly.”

  “I’d like that,” she says boldly. “I want you to fuck me.”

  The dirty words are more than I can take. I grab her blouse and rip it open. Buttons ping against the glass.

  “Oh!” she says in surprise.

  I press my lips against her open mouth, my kiss urgent with my need. My hand reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, tearing away the fabric.

  My mouth travels down to her full breasts, cupping them in my hands as I kiss her pink nipples. Her body is gorgeous, and I feast on it, roaming my hands and mouth over her round stomach and bouncing breasts. She moans and closes her eyes and gives herself up to me.

  “Turn around,” I say. “Look at the view.”

  She turns to face outward. The city lights are below us. The bright lights of cars moving on busy streets and buildings teaming with night life.

  I pull off her bra and blouse and drop them to the ground. She stands in nothing but her skirt and high heels. Her reflection in the glass is striking; her round breasts look luminous against the dark sky.

  “Take off your skirt.”

  Her eyes meet mine in the reflection of the glass, and she never drops her gaze as she slides the skirt down her legs and steps out of it.

  She’s standing before me naked aside from the heels. From the back I can see her perfect ass, and in the reflection, I can see her soft belly, full breasts, and a triangle of dark hair between her legs. It’s a beautiful sight and the most erotic moment of my life.

  I stand for a moment just watching her. Then my dick jerks to attention, and I have to act. I run my hands up those smooth thighs and around to her pussy. She gasps as my hand strokes her softness.

  I drop my pants and press into her from behind. My other hand is on her back, and I lean her forward. She reaches out a hand and grabs the railing that runs around the elevator, bending herself open for me.

  I run the tip of my dick over her pink asshole and down to her pussy hole. In the dark, she looks deep and inviting. Her pussy juices coat my dick as I run my tip over her slit.

  “I’m going in with no protection. I’m going to make you mine properly.”

  Her eyes find mine in the reflection.

  “I want that too,” she says. “Fuck me now.”

  My dick slides around to her slit, and I ease the tip in. She’s so fucking tight; I grab a handful of ass and push in a little more. She moans, and I thrust in further.

  It’s hot and delicious, and the nerve endings in my body are on fire. I slide in and out of her opening, enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy sucking me in. My dick bumps up against her virgin barrier, and I pause.

  My cock throbs with impatience, but I need to know that she’s ready.

  “This may hurt a little.”

  She nods and tightens her grip on the barrier.

  I slide out of her slowly, then thrust hard. She cries out, and her hand goes up to slap against the glass of the elevator. She’s so tight I think I might explode. I do a few gentle thrusts until I feel her relax.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes,” she says breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

  Her pussy feels so fucking good, and I pick up the pace. One hand comes around to cup her breast, and I pull her back onto me with every thrust. I’m deep inside her wet, tight pussy, and she’s crying out every time I push into her.

  My hand slides down and finds her clit, and I rub circles with my palm as I fuck her. The city lights are below us, and it’s so fucking sexy having her bent over like this in front of this view. My climax is building, and I’m fucking her hard now.

  Her pussy contracts around me, and the sudden convulsion sends me over the edge. I explode into her as her orgasm cinches my dick. “Mr. Crowe!” she cries out as my hot cum shoots into her.

  I jerk behind her until every last drop of cum is deep inside her.

  I ease myself out and take her in my arms.

  “You’re mine now,” I say. “My woman.”

  She smiles up at me and my heart beats stronger. This is the woman who is going to be by my side for the rest of my life. By my side in the boardroom and underneath me in the bedroom. It’s the best deal of my life.

  Epilogue

  Taylor

  Six years later…

  “If you would sign on this line right here, it will all be official.” I flash my warmest smile to the suited man across the table.

  He takes a fountain pen out of his front pocket.

  “For you my dear, anything.”

  I feel my husband stiffen beside me, and I lay a placating hand on his arm.

  “My husband will sign once you’re done, and then we’ll open the champagne.”

  “Your husband should be taking care of you in your condition,” says Mr. Saihad, eyeing my round belly.

  I’m in the wonderful second trimester where the sickness is gone and I feel invincible. It’s always my best time to work the boardroom and close investment deals. My natural glow and passion seem to go up a notch.

  Brandon calls me his secret weapon and says that that’s why he gets me pregnant so often, but I know he loves the idea of our big family.

  He’s building his dynasty to match his property empire. Three kids with the fourth on the way. Who knows when we’ll stop?

  We’ve become known as the most influential couple in property development. Our moss wall won a series of awards in environmental innovation. Since then we’ve worked with some of the leading architects in the world to incorporate my green designs.

  But we always need backi
ng, and this is where we shine as a team: my husband’s heavy handedness alongside my natural passion. It seems to disarm the investors, and they’re falling over themselves to write us checks.

  I leave the men to the paperwork and get the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket. The pop is met with a round of applause, and I pour the glasses and hand them around the table.

  “A toast,” says my husband, holding his glass up to me. “To my wife and her innovative ideas.”

  The room toasts me, and I nod my thanks. My husband’s eyes never leave me. He may come across as unreadable to our investors, but I know what he’s thinking. One look tells me all I need to know, because I feel it too. The thrill of closing the deal, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the restless high that will only be satisfied by one thing.

  We spend a little time celebrating with our new partners, making sure to keep their glasses topped off.

  After a polite amount of time, I rub my belly and say I’m starting to feel tired. My husband makes a show of insisting that he take me home.

  We say our goodbyes, and he places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the elevator.

  His touch still makes me tingle, and by the time the elevator doors close behind us I’m wet with anticipation. He runs his hands over my round belly and up to my swollen breasts. My nipples harden under his touch as he caresses them through my blouse.

  “We should wait ‘til we get to the hotel,” I say breathlessly.

  He looks at me and smiles that mischievous smile.

  A hand shoots out and thumps the emergency stop button. I smile back at him as the elevator shudders to a halt.

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