Merger

by Miles, Heather

  “Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked him.

  “No, thank you.” He was now standing at the window looking out at upper Manhattan. “What a great view of the city. I’m beginning to see a theme here with you and cityscapes.”

  “Yes, but I can’t take credit for it because my father selected this building a few years back and moved the corporate offices here. However, I do appreciate a good view.” I said, winking because of the dual meaning.

  “Nice to see your confidence coming back,” he replied and bounced my wink right back.

  “I think the contracts are on my father’s desk or on the desk of his secretary, Susan. It shouldn’t take long to find them. I want to go ahead and make sure they’re ready,” I said, hurrying to my father’s office. I gathered the contracts from his desk making sure that they were complete and that the signature tabs had been aligned for easy signing. I went to pick them up and looked over at a stack of mail on his desk. The top one was from Dr. Simon’s office.

  I knew that my Dad had seen his cardiologist in the past, but hadn’t heard him mention any current appointments with him. Curiosity was getting the best of me, so I picked up the envelope and considered opening it, but I had never been one to snoop and if it were important, my father would certainly tell me. I hoped. I placed the envelope down where I had found it and walked back to my office with the contracts in hand.

  I walked into to find Josh with his back to me, still looking out the window. I didn’t think he’d heard me come in. I stood there looking at his long, lean muscular stature. He was so good looking, it took your breath away. The way his jeans hugged every curve of his body and his Gucci loafers perfectly paired with his button down shirt and blazer. He had an incredible sense of style and taste in clothes. He hadn’t shaved this morning and the stubble that now donned his face added to his incredible sex appeal. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach churn as I contemplated my treadmill thief, lover, and new partner. I stared, not wanting to disrupt his concentration.

  “See something you like?” he asked, never turning from the window when he spoke.

  “Yes,” I answered honestly. ‘Like’ might be an understatement. I wanted to find out how many licks it took to get to the bottom of a Joshua-pop and I was willing to roll my tongue across him one lick at a time to find out.

  “Come here,” he said confidently and pure Joshua.

  I walked slowly to my desk and placed the contracts down then turned to cross over to the glass windows that lined the back of my office. He stood perfectly still as I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Taking in his wonderful scent and feeling his warmth. He clasped his hands over mine and the warmth of his touch ran straight from my arms and settled between my legs.

  “Um, you smell good,” I said, with my forehead and nose buried into the spine of his back. “I’m sorry I freaked out earlier.”

  “I get it. Don’t be sorry—be sure.” I could feel the vibration of his voice through his chest as I leaned closer into him.

  “I’m sure I can’t keep my hands off you. That, I’m definitely sure of,” I said.

  “And I’m sure, that’s a good thing.”

  I unclasped my hands from around his waist and moved them slowly down the front of his pants. I could feel his stomach tighten as I made my way past it, the anticipation of my touch settling deep within him. I stopped when I finally reached the growing bulge in his jeans. He tilted his head back against my forehead and moaned low from his throat, the vibrations of his voice coming through his back and grabbing me deep between my legs.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned, his voice raspy and needful.

  I stepped around his body, reached one hand into his pants, and palmed him fully as I pulled his mouth to mine. “I won’t,” I replied.

  I pulled my hand from his hard length and grabbed his ass tightly over his jeans. I moved down his thighs slowly and made my way onto my knees, never taking my eyes from his. I unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and moved his zipper down slowly, inch by teasing inch. He looked down at me and drove his hand gently into my hair. I pulled his pants and boxers down, releasing his hard cock and holding it with one hand while caressing and stroking his balls with the other.

  “Holy hell, K.K.,” he said, his eyes a darker blue and pupils growing wide with yearning.

  “You like that?”

  “Absolutely,” he breathed, looking fully into my eyes and moving his tongue across his bottom lip.

  I could still picture and feel his tongue against the folds of my wet pussy and watched eagerly as it slid across his lip. The sudden throb from between my legs was making me shaky.

  I placed both hands around his length and licked at the pre-cum that now seeped from his opening. I slid my mouth over the head of his erect cock, the warmth of my tongue and mouth engulfing his entire length. I sucked him deep to the back of my throat, trying to take as much of him as possible. His hands were now buried in my hair and I could see his eyes as I moved over him slowly and methodically driving him wild. He moaned with every stroke and pull of my warm mouth. His grasp on my head tightened as he drove into my mouth over and over. I loved the way he tasted, the way he touched me and my need to please him became overwhelming. I pulled him long and deep and caressed him in my hands until he was so rigid I could feel his tension in my mouth. I licked along the thick under vein of his penis, lavishing his head with my tongue and running my teeth softly down his impossible cock.

  “Oh my god, baby, I’m about to come. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better stop right now,” He warned, looking into my eyes then throwing his head back as his thighs tensed and I knew he was at the edge. I never stopped. I pulled him further into my mouth and sucked the full length of him letting him know how much I wanted to have him. I wanted to feel the warmth of his cum as it hit the back of my throat. I stroked him down with my hand as my mouth glided up and down the head of his cock. His thighs stiffened and the stream of sperm jetting over and over into my mouth. He was staring at me and watching as I milked every drop from him. I pulled mouth away from him and started to lick my lips, when he pulled me to my feet and forced his mouth to mine. Our tongues tangled in a dual of passion and satisfaction.

  His hands moved quickly down my hips and under my skirt. He palmed me hard against my pelvic bone, his long fingers resting against my drenched panties. I could feel the heat emanate from deep inside and I knew I was sopping wet from sucking him off.

  “You are so responsive. I love it,” he said. “These panties, what little there is I might add, are in my way.” And with a firm pull, they were ripped from me. His fingers were now gliding over me and claiming my needy core.

  “God that feels so good,” I said. My head tilted back, then came forward seeking his eyes. “Your hands are absolute magic.”

  “I can’t get enough of you, K.K. I want you to come for me, baby. Come in my hand. Let me feel you.” He said softly in my ear. He licked my earlobe and kissed my neck as his two fingers glided in and out of me, drawing me closer to my release. I moaned out and found his mouth with mine.

  “Kiss me,” I begged.

  He lifted my thigh to his hip, while my other leg remained planted on the floor allowing him greater access to my hot pulsing arousal. He plunged deeper and kissed me hard. My legs became unsteady underneath the weight of my increasing orgasm.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said. Then, with a sudden overwhelming flush of tightly coiled tension, I came so hard he had to hold my shaking body from collapsing to the floor.

  It was a full minute of ragged panting before I regained my ability to speak and looked into his eyes. “Wow. You are some kind of supernatural stud,” I laughed.

  He shook his head side-to-side playfully and moved to kiss me. “You’re not so bad yourself. Now,” he said smirking. “Aren’t we supposed to be planning some kind of party?”

  “Yes, we are.” I smiled, sati
sfied.

  I pulled my skirt down and went looking for what little was left of my panties. But before I could get to them, he reached down and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans. “I think I’ll keep these,” he said with a wink.

  *******

  We walked hand-in-hand through the lobby to the spinning glass doors and out to the curb to hail a cab. He put his hand in the air and within moments, we were ass deep into a dirty New York cab on our way to the Ritz.

  “Had I known today’s agenda was going to be so rigorous, I would have gotten Benny to drive us. I apologize for dragging you all over the city,” I said.

  “You can drag me anywhere you want,” he said. “Honestly, why don’t you host this thing at your place? The Ritz is cool, but your place is incredible. It probably won’t be twenty people at the most. We can get a great caterer and bartender.”

  “You think?” I replied, unsure. “I’d have to put in a few calls, but I guess I could pull it together. It would certainly be a little more intimate, I agree.

  “This is a total Beth project, its right up her alley. She’s actually been bugging me to death about adding some furnishings to my place and this might be a perfect opportunity for her to have free reign over my place. It’s going to be tight and she’ll take over, but I think it will work.”

  “Your penthouse is amazing, K.K. My Dad and brother will love it,” he said, encouragingly. “Give her a call.”

  I picked up the phone and hit the favorite button with her small picture attached to the icon. It rang twice before she picked up. “Hey slut.” She said, jokingly.

  Little did she know just how true that statement had become in the last twenty-four hours. “Hey. What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Believe it or not, I’m at my office working on some sketches for a client. Why? Want to meet? I’m dying to hear all about last night. Did you kiss him? Oh my god, I want to hear every detail. Especially the good stuff,” she continued. “Where are you?”

  “I’m in a cab on the way to my place. I was headed to the Ritz, but I have a little project for you if you’re interested?” I asked.

  “You’ve piqued my interest. Go on.”

  “You’ve been dying to get my place done and I need a favor. Do you think you can quit working on that client and give me your full attention for let’s say the next forty-eight hours? I need you to get my place ready for the signing party. It will be Monday early evening and that only gives you very little time to make it all happen. Can you do it?” I asked nervously hoping she’d say yes. “Oh and can you call that great caterer you used at your Christmas party?”

  “Let me see. You want me to finish up your place in less than two days for a party you intend to have Monday night and you want me to arrange a caterer as well. Damn, K.K., is anything ever small with you?” she laughed.

  “It’s a lot I know. What do you say?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation rolling and not giving her too much time to think it over.

  “Hell, yes,” she replied and I could hear the excitement in her voice. “How much money do I have?”

  “Oh yeah…that?” I said, now more nervous. My friend Beth had exquisite taste and I could be in for a shocker, but she was my friend and I knew she’d basically give the service for free. It was the furnishings I needed to worry about. “Let’s say twenty on my place and three on the party.”

  “Twenty grand? Come on tightwad. Fifty.” She prodded.

  I could see Josh staring from the seat next to me and I was shocked and embarrassed that I was having this conversation in front of him. I didn’t know exactly what he made, but had a good idea and I felt weird talking about money in his presence.

  “Give her the money K.K., and quit screwing around. It’ll be worth it,” he said taking my attention from the phone.

  “Okay. You got it. But it doesn’t mean you have to spend every penny,” I said.

  “Whatever?” she replied. “If that’s the treadmill thief, I think I like him already. Especially if he’s that loose with your money.”

  “Funny.” I laughed.

  “I need you out until Monday afternoon and I mean it. I know you and don’t want you micromanaging me. You can stay at my place if you’d like or you can stay at your Dad’s. Either, or, you’re out till I’m done,” she said.

  Josh was still eavesdropping when I looked at him shaking his head side-to-side to indicate ‘no.’ He mouthed back, ‘you’re staying with me.’

  “No that’s fine, Beth. I have a place to stay. Do I finish this conversation with the words ‘I trust you’ or not?” I asked.

  “No. That won’t be necessary. I know you do. By the way is his hunk of a brother going to be at this party?” she inquired.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “Yummy,” she replied and Josh rolled his eyes.

  “If you need me, I’ll have my cell,” I said.

  “I won’t need you, but tell Marcus I get free rein of your unit and so does my crew. Oh, and tell Joshua I said, hi.”

  I hung up the phone and looked at Josh. “What did I just do?” I asked nervously.

  “Don’t sweat it. You trust her,” he replied.

  “She’s one of the hottest interior designers in New York right now, and she’s my very best friend in this world. You’ll love her. She’s witty, clever, and drop-dead gorgeous. Not to mention, she’s super talented.”

  “Sounds like someone else I know,” he said.

  The cab came to a stop at our building. Josh paid the cabbie and we emerged from the door onto the sidewalk. The doorman greeted us kindly and we proceeded through the lobby.

  “I have to get an overnight bag and some clothes for the next couple of days. You’re sure it’s okay for me to stay with you?” I questioned.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Just come down when you’re done. I have a few calls to make. I looked at some real estate and I need to make some decisions. Plus, I want to make some plans for tonight.”

  “Real estate. You’re going to buy something here?” I asked.

  “I’m going to be spending a lot of time in New York after this merger takes place and I don’t always want to impose on my friend Brian. However, I like that you’re in this building, but didn’t consider looking at anything here. I’ll show you what I looked at and maybe you can help me narrow it down.”

  “Sure. Give me about thirty minutes and I’ll be down.”

  I leaned into him, needing his touch. He kissed me softly and patted me on my bottom before we got into the elevator. He got off on eleven and I proceeded to the top.

  I walked into my place taking in the view. I loved my place and while it was minimally furnished, it was mine. I knew that the next time I was here, it would look different. The process made me nervous, but I knew Beth would transform it into a masterpiece. I placed my purse on the cool granite countertop and made my way to the full wall of windows. I could feel the heat from the sun on my face as I placed my forehead against the glass.

  I was falling fast for Josh. I tried to play it out in my head. How would we make something between us last, with me in New York and him in California? Even if he had a place here, he’d be needed there and vice versa. Both of us would be working as managing partners in one of the largest holding and resource companies in the world.

  Long distance relationships almost never lasted. He’d make promises and so would I. It made me sad to think about it. Right now, all I wanted to do was to enjoy the time I did have with him. Beth was right. I did deserve it. I’d been everything to everyone, always in total control and now I just didn’t want to over think it. I really did like him. Really, really, really.

  I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and fished through my closet, grabbing various clothes and shoes and putting them in my bag. I grabbed two dresses, jeans, tee shirts, and a variety of other things. I grabbed a small bag of makeup and my blow dryer. I’d just finished packing the last of my things, rechecked myself in the mirror and hea
ded towards the door, then stopped to grab a bottle of wine when my phone chimed. It was a text from my Dad.

  BACK AT THE HOTEL. MR. CRAWFORD INTENSE. NEED WINE AND MASSAGE STAT. MISS YOU.

  I replied.

  LITTLE DO YOU KNOW? JOSH IS THE MOST AGGESSIVE OF THEM ALL. HE’S THE PERFECT FIT. YOU’LL BE IMPRESSED. PERFECT PARTY PLANNED WITH A TWIST YOU’LL LOVE. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU PAPA! LOVE U.

  He replied.

  AGGRESSIVE IS GOOD. JUST MAKE SURE HE KNOWS YOU AREN’T PART OF THE NEGOTIATION. BUSINESS AND PLEASURE NEVER MIX K.K. KEEP YOUR HEAD.

  I replied nervously.

  TOO LATE FOR THAT. SORRY.

  He responded.

  THIS WILL ONLY END IN A BROKEN HEART. CALL ME!!!!

  And with that last text, I didn’t even have time to hit his contact on my phone before it started ringing in my ear.

  “Hey, Dad,” I said not really wanting to have this conversation.

  “Tell me what’s going on before I come home. I will not walk into some fiasco. You do understand this right?”

  “I met him before I left for California in the gym of my building. He’s staying at a friend’s place. I didn’t know who he was and at that point he didn’t know me. Honestly, I know this sounds stupid, but I was so enamored with him from the moment I met him. I came home early to be with him.”

  “What?” He cut me off, “You came home early for him?” he questioned again.

  “Yes.” I replied, but didn’t continue.

  “K.K. how will this look? How will this work out? Baby girl, everything, is riding on this one deal. You and Joshua have to manage these corporations into the future. Mr. Crawford and I won’t be around forever. I know that I won’t be around forever. You guys cannot screw this up.”

  “I know, Dad. I have done nothing but think about this since the minute he told me who he was, but I have to be honest, there is something very special about Joshua. I just don’t know what to do?” I spoke with the deepest sincerity. I was desperate for answers.