Vital Company (Company Men Book 6)

by Crystal Perkins

  It’s definitely not nothing, but I don’t want to cause a scene her. Before I can tell her we’ll talk later, Cohen’s kneeling in front of her with another helmet in his hand.

  “I thought you might like to match us.”

  There goes my heart. It’s his. All my walls are gone. “I love you.”

  He looks as startled as I feel. “I. Um. Okay.”

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it. No. That’s not right. I said what I mean. You don’t need to see it, or feel the same way. I didn’t say it for that.”

  “Jesus.”

  He runs his hand through his hair and looks to the sky for answers. It’s too much. Even the kids have gone silent. “You can pretend I didn’t say it if you want. I meant it, but if you need to pretend it never happened, we can do that.”

  “Yeah. For now. Yeah.”

  It’s not the answer I wanted. Not even close. I offered though, and I need to be okay with it.

  “You need to start your lesson. I’ll see you guys later.”

  “You’re not staying, Mommy?”

  “I will if you want me to. I was planning to start dinner while you had your lesson.”

  “You wore your bathing suit.”

  Yes, my insightful child, I did. I was going to hang out in a bikini, tempting Cohen. Now, I just want to go hide in my apartment.

  “Yes. Well, um. I’ll stay down here and read.”

  “Okay.”

  She looks wary and places her helmet down on one of the lounge chairs. I want to call her back and tell her to put it on. That I’m okay. But, I’m not and I don’t want to ever lie to my daughter over something like this.

  “What’s for dinner, Q?” Shane asks, oblivious to what just happened. Oh, to be two again.

  “Pork chops, rice, and some veggies.”

  “Cool.”

  He runs off to join his friends and I’m left there with his father. The one person I wish I could hide from right now.

  “I can handle dinner for the two of us if you’d rather we not come.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Not at all. I may not be able to say those three words yet, Quince, but I told you I was falling. I fucked up here because I was shocked to hear you say them. I know what a gift you’re giving me.”

  “Come to dinner.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  Chapter 10

  Quincy

  It’s date night. Things have been a little weird since I told Cohen I love him, but we’re both navigating it as best we can. Tonight, it’s just us. No kids, no friends, and hopefully no clothes.

  Cohen asked me to meet him in his apartment. I don’t know exactly what he has planned, which made getting dressed a little difficult. I put on a sexy bra and panties, deciding to just wear a loose dress and heels. Nothing too dressy, but not exactly casual either.

  The door is ajar when I get to his place, so I push it open and go in. I don’t see him at first. Walking into his bedroom, I hear the shower and I know. I know we’re going to act out one of the scenes from the book I was reading. Maybe more than one, but this is the beginning.

  Following the script I know by heart, I walk into his bathroom. The shower portion is glassed in, with a view of the city. I know it’s one-way glass, so no one can see him from the outside, but it feels like they can. I almost feel sorry for the rest of the world as I take in his naked body behind the steamed-up glass.

  I’ve seen his six-pack almost every day, but it never gets old. Neither do his strong thighs or sexy ass. Thank you, God, for his beautiful cock. I’ve never seen it before today and I can’t wait to be on my knees, worshipping it.

  My feet move on their own, taking me to the shower door. I know he knows I’m here, but he’s playing along. Kicking my shoes off, I walk inside. Fully clothed and soaking wet before the spray of the water even touches me.

  I catch the smile on his face before dropping to my knees in front of him. I want this. I want him. In my mouth. In my pussy. Over and over until I can’t walk for at least a day. I want all of that, and I’m about to have it.

  “What are you doing here, Quince?”

  “You.”

  I take him into my mouth, and suck hard. It’s too big for me to take all of him, so I use my hand on his base. My mouth is stretched by his thickness and I can’t help by moan at how perfect it feels to have him like this.

  “That’s it. Suck me like you love it.”

  I do. I love it.

  “This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it? I see the way you look at me. You think I don’t, but I do. You’re hungry for me all day.”

  I smile against him as I suck, loving that he memorized the scene almost word for word. Popping my mouth free, I lean down to lick his balls.

  “Yes. It’s all I can think about. You in my mouth.”

  “No, that’s not all. You think about me making my home in your pussy too, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Please, yes.”

  “Suck me some more and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

  I give him one long lick from base to tip, before sucking just his head into my mouth. His hips punch forward like he’s been shocked, causing me to keep playing with him like this.

  “Fuck, Quince. This isn’t in the book, but fuck. Don’t stop.”

  I’m not going to. This started as a fantasy, but the reality is so much better. I’m going off script and into what I want. What we both want.

  I suck lightly, then take him as far into my throat as I can. My hand moves at his base as he curses. A few more hard sucks and he’s coming down my throat. There was no warning from him, but I didn’t want or need one. There was no way I was going to do this and not taste him. I feel more powerful than I’ve ever felt in my personal life, but I want more.

  “Come here babe,” he tells me, pulling me to my feet.

  He kisses me long and hard, making my knees weak. When he pulls away, he turns off the rain shower and guides me back into the bathroom itself. “We’re going to put on some clothes now and have a regular date, okay?”

  What? “No. It’s not okay. I thought we would have sex.”

  “You deserve to be romanced.”

  “You can just tell me if you need recovery time.”

  “I don’t,” he replies, pressing his body against mine. He’s already getting hard again.

  “Oh.”

  He looks a little hurt as he looks into my eyes. “I thought you wanted me for more than my body.”

  “You know I do.”

  “It’s not exactly feeling like it right now.”

  “Really? I just sucked you off. I expected a little orgasm in return.”

  “I know. You’re right. Forget the date.”

  He starts to drop to his knees, but I stop him. “I’ve waited years, so I can certainly wait until after dinner. I just want to make sure this isn’t going to be a one-way thing. You don’t want to be used for your body, and I just don’t want to be used.”

  “I booked a show too.”

  “Let me grab something new to wear, and you can romance me all you want.”

  “I have a dress here for you.”

  “You do?”

  “I told B I was worried you might spill something on your dress,” he says, sheepishly.

  “That’s why she asked me what dress I would pick second for the date.”

  “Yeah. Concierge grabbed it for me while we dropped the kids off.”

  “Are you sure you’re not working with Reina and not Matt?”

  “Wrong gender for missions, plus she scares me.”

  “That’s your first mistake,” I say, stripping while he retrieves my dress from his bedroom. “You can’t let her know she intimidates you.”

  He doesn’t answer me, so I turn to look at him. My dress is in his hands, but his hungry gaze is locked on me.

  “Dinner and a show is so overrated.”

  “I told you.”

  “Th
at was when you still had clothes on.”

  “Liking what you see, huh?”

  I’ve never thought of myself as brazen, yet here I am arching my back and spreading my legs. Cohen tosses my dress aside and stalks over to me. Before I can even react, he has me thrown over his shoulder. Within seconds, I’m tossed onto the bed with his sexy body covering me.

  Cohen

  I tried to be fucking honorable, but I’m only human. Quincy sucked me like I was the best thing she’d ever had in her mouth, and I’m going to return the favor. Seeing her pussy all pink and wet is making me hungrier than I’ve ever been in my life. I need a taste and I need it now.

  I try to think of a scene from the book, since this is becoming our thing. A smile spreads over my face as I remember one particular scene. This apartment isn’t girly, but it still has what I need.

  “Go over and climb onto the vanity, Quince.”

  “What happened to dinner and a show?” she asks, doing as I said.

  “Later dinner, and our own show.”

  “That works.”

  I pull out the bench below the built-in vanity, taking a seat as she spreads her legs. “I’m still taking you out. Just because I can’t resist you like this doesn’t mean I’m abandoning the idea of romancing you. I need you to know that.”

  “I believe you.”

  I position her feet on either side of me as I look at the present in front of me. Here pussy is pretty—I can’t think of another word for it. There’s closely trimmed black hair covering her flushed pink skin and the wetness of her is glistening at the opening.

  Running my hands from her ankles to her calves, I feel her shiver beneath me. “You can grab my hair and guide me where you need me.”

  “I trust you to give me what I need, so I’m not interfering unless you don’t,” she tells me with a shake of her head.

  When I lean forward and lick her from entrance to clit she practically flies off the bench. I rub my stubble against her thighs and kiss each one before going back to where we both want me. She tastes amazing and at this point, only an act of God could stop me from devouring her.

  Concentrating on her clit, I suck it into my mouth, lap at it like it’s the best thing I’ve ever had—it is—and nibble a little. My hands move to her hips, holding her as she leans back on her hands and arches her back. I’m going to give her my fingers if I don’t think I can get her off with just my mouth, but I’m hoping my oral skills are enough.

  Moving my mouth lower, I swirl my tongue into her, fucking her with shallow thrusts. Quincy strains against my hands holding her in place, letting me know she’s close. I nudge her folds open with the tip of my nose, grazing her clit as I tongue fuck her. It’s enough to send her over the edge.

  Her hands are in my hair now, holding me in place as I let go of her hips and let her fuck my mouth through her orgasm. “Cohen. Don’t stop. I need another. Give me another. Not done yet. Please.”

  I’m not going to deny her, but I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Adding my fingers this time, I curve them inside of her while I make her clit mine. No nibbles this time as I bite, then lick the sting away. Within another minute, she’s flying into her second orgasm, calling out my name once again.

  Grabbing a condom from inside one of the vanity drawers, I tear it open with my teeth, roll it on, and pull her down onto me. Her pussy pulses around my cock as she comes down and I have to fight to hold onto my own release. No way am I coming in one pump or less.

  “Oh my God. I’m so full. So full. You. So big. Make me come again.”

  “That’s the plan.”

  I thrust into her as she begins to ride me like it’s her job. Her short nails are scratching my head as she pulls my hair and she kisses me like I’m her everything. I want to be that. I want that so much. I just can’t say those words yet. I feel them, but it’s too soon for me. I have too much baggage to do it yet.

  “So good. I’m close. So good.”

  I know what she needs, and I love it. “Your pussy’s so greedy, Quince. It’s tight and hot and wants my big cock in it all the time, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Milk it babe. Milk all my cum out and make me fill this condom. Your mouth knows how good it is. I know your pussy wants a taste and soon we’ll do that.”

  “Please. I’m clean, you’re clean. I’m on birth control. Take off the condom.”

  Holy hell. I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m not going to say no. I lift her up enough to pull it off, then slam her back onto me. It’s too good. I’m not going to last much longer.

  “Take it. Take it all. Give your pussy what it wants. Come for me, then take it like you want to.”

  I suck one of her perfect pink nipples into my mouth and she rides me harder. She’s grinding down on me, rubbing her clit on the base of my cock and making me crazy. I feel the tingling in my spine when she screams out my name.

  “Quincy, fuck! Yes! Never felt this good.”

  It’s the truth. I’m fucking into her as she keeps coming and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop. I don’t want to. The feel of her pussy squeezing my bare cock is heaven. It’s perfect and I’m silently telling my friend down there to make a quick recovery. I’m going to have her all night and into the morning. If I don’t, I might go crazy. Or maybe I’m already there.

  Chapter 11

  Quincy

  Pizza has never tasted this good. Or maybe it’s because Cohen’s eating me again as I eat. It’s been like this since the first time on the bench. He can’t get enough of me and I’m not complaining. We had sex again on his couch while waiting for the pizza to arrive, and once more of his kitchen island when I went to grab plates. He lifted me onto the marble, and took me so hard I had to hold onto the tall faucet so I wouldn’t slide off the other side.

  Now, he has me kneeling on his shoulders as he sits on the floor in front of me. I’m loving it all, even if I may not be able to walk tomorrow.

  “You need to eat.”

  “I am eating,” he tells me with that damn smirk, leaving my clit for a moment.

  “Food, Cohen. Food.”

  “When you come on my tongue at least once.”

  He could get me there faster if he added his fingers again, but I’m pretty sure he wants to know his mouth is all he needs. It is. I drop my pizza back onto the plate as I get close. My hands are once again in his perfect black hair, pulling it as I come again.

  I wait until he grabs a piece of pizza from the table behind him before sliding off the couch and right onto his perfect cock. It fits me like it was made for me, and yes, I’m a little addicted to it.

  “Babe.”

  “Eat your pizza while I fuck you.”

  “I knew you were sexy, but this is a whole new level. If I’d known your pussy was going to be my perfect match, I might’ve pulled you into that pool with me. Pulled down your scrubs and fucked you against the wall.”

  “I wouldn’t have let you then.”

  “Now you will, won’t you? We would go down there right now.”

  “Not tonight. It’s too far.”

  He just laughs and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips like I did earlier. I want him wearing my scent, smelling like me so other women know he’s spoken for. It’s crazy and I know it’s not going to happen, because we’re professionals. But, I still want it.

  “Fuck, Quince,” Cohen yells before coming hard inside of me.

  “Always a yes to that.”

  “I need food. Don’t let me near your pussy until I’ve eaten at least two pieces. I’m getting lightheaded but I want more. Now.”

  “I could suck you off again.”

  “Later. I know you’re trying to kill me, but my son needs me.”

  “I need you too, so I’m not trying to kill you. Maybe incapacitate you for a few hours, but never death.”

  “I need you too. Not just for this.”

  He says those words and it warms me from the inside out. Before I remember
he doesn’t love me. Maybe it’s too soon, but I know I love him. He cares, but it’s not love. I can wait for him to love me. I can, because I have to. I’m confident he’ll get there.

  “Where’d you go?” he asks, taking a bite of his pizza while looking worried.

  “Just thinking about stuff.”

  “Us?”

  “Is there an ‘us’ or is this just a fling for you?”

  He sets down his pizza and takes my face in his hands. “Not a fling. You’ve ruined me for anyone else, Quince. Completely and totally ruined me.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  We kiss for a few minutes, before forcing ourselves to eat. Once we’re actually in his bed, we cuddle into each other and talk. Yes, talk. We have hours left to have each other again, and we both know it.

  “What’s your favorite color, Quince?”

  “Emerald green. Yours?”

  “Whatever color you’re wearing.”

  “Smooth,” I tell him, rolling his eyes. “Real answer please.”

  “Blue. The blue of the ocean or a pool. All shades of blue.”

  “I kind of guessed that.”

  “I didn’t guess green, but I’m glad to know. What’s your favorite movie?”

  “Hmm…that’s harder to pick, but I’d have to say Wonder Woman.”

  “I haven’t seen it yet.”

  I pop out of bed so fast, he’s left scrambling after me. “Sorry, but that’s a deal breaker.”

  “You’re not going to offer to watch it with me? Borrow me your DVD?”

  I stop with a dress in my hands. “Would you like to watch it tomorrow with the kids?”

  “Definitely,” he says, taking the dress from me and tossing it across the room.

  I let him take my hand and lead me back to his bed. After snuggling me back against him, he kisses the top of my head. God, I love him so much.

  “Okay. Proceed.”

  “My favorite movie is A New Hope.”

  “I’m partial to the Ewoks, but I do love the first one.”

  “I totally love that you knew what I was talking about.”

  “Tried and true nerd here.”

  “Have you ever been to a con before?”