This man knows how to work me like a fiddle.
I walk into my new office. It was Dad’s old office, but since his retirement two weeks ago, I’ve been having the office re-done. Dad’s was dark, and I need bright with bold colors.
I take a deep breath when I see the curtain free floor-to-ceiling windows. I had shades put in instead, but they work by remote control. My desk is big and white and I have tall white bookshelves around. There are pictures of the people I love the most: my parents, an older picture of Sofia and me, one when Grant was born, and one of everyone, even Blake when Mom forced us to have a family photo. There’s a small round glass table that seats four.
It’s perfect and it’s mine.
Now, on the list today is to find an assistant. I have to get it done today. My dad’s previous assistant is the sweetest woman in the world, but she is as old as Dad and wants to spend time enjoying retirement. I can’t blame her. Mrs. Bradshaw agreed to stay until I find someone else. Today is that day. I just wished I’d not been so busy with meetings the last two weeks to search for you. I want to do it on my own because I need to make sure we mesh well.
After six extremely horrible interviews, I’m starting to think it’s never going to happen, until Mrs. Bradshaw brings in the final interviewee. She’s a pretty woman. Much younger than I am, but dressed professionally with an awesome purse.
“Hello.” I stand, sticking out my hand. “I’m Harmony Gardner.”
“I’m Claire Jarrett.”
“Have a seat.” I gesture to the chair next to me. “I see from your resume you’re a Tennessee Volunteer and you have a degree in general studies.”
“It’s a fancy word which means I can type fast and I’m in student loan debt.” She gasps. “I’m sorry, sometimes I don’t think before I speak.” Her face turns red.
I giggle slightly. “I have the same problem at times. Please, tell me more about your schooling.” I listen intently as Claire goes on about classes and things she learned. “Okay, now tell me the truth.”
Claire’s face turns red again. “I loved the frat parties, and I rarely missed a home football or basketball game.”
“Do you like other sports?” I’m still smiling and glad she tells me the truth.
“I’m the biggest Angels fan ever,” she admits with a big smile. “My dad took me to so many games, and it’s my favorite place in the world.”
I can’t say I blame her. I have many fond memories about the Angels and going to games with my family. I do love the Angles, and I miss going to the games. “Claire, would you be willing to sign a nondisclosure agreement?” It’s something I make all my employees sign, because it’s something Dad made them do.
“Yes, I would.” She nods.
“Great. Welcome to Gardner Enterprises.”
We get all the paperwork done with Claire, and I tell her she has to start tomorrow because Mrs. Bradshaw only has about a week to train her. Thank goodness Claire didn’t have another job. I don’t want to be behind. She seems excited and nervous, and I like her the more I talk to her.
My day seems to be flying by and, when I look up, the sun is already setting. There’s a knock on my office door. “Come in.”
In walks my Dad.
“Princess.” He smiles at me.
I have to laugh when I see Dad is in jeans. I’m twenty-nine, and I can’t ever remember him in jeans. “What’s is the deal with the new fashion trend, Dad?”
“Hey, your mother likes the way my butt looks in them.”
“Ew, Dad.” I laugh loudly, as does he. “What are you doing down here?” I stand up from my desk and give him a big hug. “You worried I bankrupted us already?”
“No, I know how much you are like me.” He winks and we sit down at the round table. “We have something important to discuss.”
“Which is?”
“I want to know why you’re not using Larry.” His tone is stern and I know he means business.
“Dad,” I sigh. Larry has been my dad’s bodyguard and driver for a while. “I don’t need him.”
“Harmony Rae.” I know the conversation is about to turn worse when the full name comes out. “This isn’t a discussion. You’re not just my vice-president anymore; you’re the owner and with that comes enemies. You will use Larry. Period.” He crosses his arms, and I know no matter what he’s thinking of my well-being. Larry has been with Dad for the past five years. He’s a little older than me, ex-military, and pretty badass.
“Okay. Okay. I know you’re right.” I hang my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think anything would happen to me.”
“Seven billion dollars, Harmony,” Dad states the value of this company. “I’m not trying to be mean, but everyone knows you’re a single woman. This isn’t a time to be careless. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, Dad. I am sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“It won’t.” He stands. “Your mother is downstairs, and I’m going to drive your car home and put it in the garage.”
“I took a cab today. My car has been acting up and is at the house. I’ve not had time to get it towed to the shop.” I know Dad is going to be upset I don’t call on him, but I want to do it all on my own.
“Harmony.” He shakes his head. “You’re so stubborn.”
“Oh, I’m sorry; where did I get that trait from?” I smart off at him and stand as well. He cuts me a mean glare, but a smirk is there are well. “I’ll make sure Larry picks you up.” He points his finger at me, and I nod before hugging my over-protective father and watching him walk out the door.
I grab my phone. I know the Angels had an early game, so Spencer should be home. It’s actually the first time I thought about him today. Last night was so good. So beyond good that amazing might be the right word. I rode him hard, and I like he let me take charge of all the moves. When we finished for the third time, he slipped on his jeans, gave me a quick peck, and left without me even kicking him out.
Me: Coming over tonight? Need some relief?
Spencer: What time?
I do enjoy the way he thinks.
Me: I’ll be home in about thirty.
Spencer: I’ll be on the porch.
The smile on my face is hard-core because I have a new fuck buddy.
Larry opens the car door for me. I like him. He has the tall, silent type down to a science. He is tall, bald, and has a thick goatee.
“Thank you. I’ll see you at seven sharp in the morning.”
“Yes, Ms. Gardner. Would you like me to bring coffee?”
“You’re very kind, but no.” I smile, pat his shoulder, and head to my front porch where Spencer sits. I don’t really get there as Larry cuts me off.
“May I help you?” Larry’s question is gruff, and Spencer furrows his brow, looking at me.
“Larry, this is Spencer. He’s not an issue. He’s a friend. Spencer, please meet my driver and protector, Larry.” I defuse the situation before Larry goes all badass on Spencer.
“Hey, man.” Spencer holds out his hand, and Larry shakes it.
“You’re okay?” Larry asks again.
“I promise. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll see you in the morning.” I pat his shoulder again and then take Spencer’s arm, leading him into the house.
“Care to explain Mr. Hardcore?” Spencer asks, coming into my house.
“He’s my bodyguard. Actually, he was Dad’s but I’ve now inherited him.” I sit everything down on my already crowded dining room table. This room really has becomes my office, and I don’t know why I’ve not done it yet. I could do Sofia’s old room, but I need more space. I like to spread files out and look at it all. It’s something I can add to my to-do list, but later on.
“You probably need it since you’re the big time business woman,” he smirks.
“Are we going to talk about work or fuck?” I put my hands on my hips.
“You know my answer.” He holds out his hand, and I easily take it. “Let’s go to your bedroom
.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan.” I smirk and we jog up the stairs together. I reach for his pants, but he stops me.
“No way. Last night I enjoyed, but tonight it’s my turn.” Spencer’s blue eyes stare me down.
“What do you have in mind?” I shiver in anticipation of the thoughts of what he’ll do to me.
“Oh, I think I’ll leave that a surprise. I think you’ll enjoy it more.” He kisses my neck and grips my ass tight. “I like your ass a lot.”
I moan at his touch. He nips at my neck, and I lean my head all the way back, giving him more access to me. “Spencer.”
“Shh.” He hushes me. “You’re going to be quiet for me.” He guides me to the edge of my bed.
The first thing he does is release my hair from the single clip holding it up. “I like your hair down.”
I shake it out for him, letting my dyed-blonde hair fall in waves. I have red hair, but have kept it blonde for so long, I wouldn’t know what my natural color would look like. Quickly, my mind shifts back to Spencer who’s staring at me.
“Take off your shirt.” He takes a step back.
I lick my lips and bite down on my lip as I slowly unbutton my shirt. He stares at my eyes, not even glancing down at my chest.
“Your pants.” He crosses his arms, and I see the outline of his huge erection.
I can’t wait to be filled by him again. First, my belt comes off, and then I slowly unzip my dress pants and let them fall to the ground. “Now what?”
He spins me around. “I’ll take care of the rest.” I feel him unhook my bra and, with the gentlest touch, he pushes it off, letting it fall from my body.
Spencer moves my hair to the side and kisses the back of my neck. Then his lips trail down my spine. His lips feel so amazing on my skin, and I love the feel of him on me. He reaches the small of my back and licks me. Even though I’ve never been a fan of licking, except in between my legs, this is such a turn on for me.
He hooks his fingers around the strings of my thong, slowly tugs them down, and I step out of them. He bites my ass, and I yelp.
“Oh no darlin’, your ass is mine tonight.”
Pet names always seem so childish to me, but Spencer has a little southern drawl when he says darlin’, and it makes me smile.
“You think so?”
“I know so.” He bites my other ass cheek, causing me to giggle this time. He licks right between my ass cheeks before spreading my legs apart. “Bend down. Put your chest on the bed.”
I never thought I would shy away from anything sex related, but suddenly I’m wondering where this is going. “Spencer.” Even I can hear the apprehension in my voice.
“Trust me, darlin’. Just trust me.” He lightly pushes on my back, and I follow his lead, laying my chest on my fluffy bed.
I hold my breath and feel the first lick on my clit. I know his tongue is wide, and he pushes it in me and I moan his name, rocking my hips against his face. I’m so close that I almost yell out his name, but he stops.
“Turn around,” he orders and I do. “You have the hottest ass.” He runs his tongue across his lips.
“I want to taste you too, and you might want to lose your clothes.”
It takes about two seconds for his shirt to come off and his tattooed arms stand out even more. There have been a few tatted men in my bed, but never with full sleeves. The best part? His hip tats. He has two large six-shooters guns pointing straight to his cock. He’s the stereotypical bad boy, but has the tongue and the dick to back it up.
He steps all the way out of his jeans and boxer briefs, kicking them to the side. “Get on your knees.”
I do.
“Open your mouth.”
I drop my jaw wide enough to fit him in.
“Don’t touch. Just enjoy.”
He slides himself in me, and I close my mouth around him. He sets the pace and the depth. For a split second, I gag, but he pulls out quickly, and I see a bit of concern on his face.
“I’m fine,” I tell him, and he slides in and continues his thrusting. He keeps it up, and I can sense he’s getting closer. I want to swallow every inch of him, but he stops.
“Get on the bed. On your stomach, lift up on your knees.”
I remember this position from last night and the orgasm that came with it. I do as I’m told, and hold my breath as I take my place on the bed on my knees. I feel Spencer behind me and hear the tear of the condom foil.
He leans down to my ear. “This is going to be rougher than last night. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
Spencer chuckles and wraps my hair around his hand, pulling my head up. It hurts a bit, but his kinky side is only turning me into a hotter flame. He runs a single finger down my spine and taps my anus.
I clench up. “No, Spencer,” I firmly state.
“Calm down, darlin’. I would never without your permission.” He reassures me. “I promise.”
I relax a bit, but it only lasts a second when he slams into me, making me gasp with pleasure. He pulls his hips back until he’s almost out and then slams back in. I scream his name, and he yanks on my hair, bringing me up off the bed. I reach my arms behind me and grasp his firm ass, matching his rhythm. I can feel the sweat rolling off me at his loving, but hard, assault on my pussy.
“Spence. Spence.” I moan his name over and over until I’m shaking with release, and he has reached his.
He lets me go, and we collapse onto the bed. I know the term ‘thoroughly fucked’, but never thought I would feel it.
“Damn darling, you know how to give me a work out,” he chuckles.
“I can say the same about you.” I roll over and face him.
“You mind if I grab a bottle of water before I leave?” he asks, getting out of the bed.
Can this be any better? A good fuck and then he leaves without an argument. “Sure.” I roll out of bed and grab my robe, slipping it on and heading down to the kitchen with Spencer following me.
I hand him a bottle from the fridge and grab one for myself. “How was your game?” I probably should at least make some small talk with the guy who just gave me an amazing fuck.
“Good. We won. How’s work?”
“I hired an assistant which will be a huge load off my back.” I sigh.
“Great.” He nods.
We stand there for a good thirty seconds saying nothing before Spencer clears his throat. “Text me if you want to get together when I come back from the road.”
“Sure.” I smile and nod, making my way to the front door. With a quick peck and nod, I watch Spencer leave my house before I go into the dining room table to start some work.
“Ms. Gardner, there’s a Sofia Gardner and Blake Foster.” I hear the excitement in Claire’s voice when she comes into my office.
“Claire.” I stand, walking over to her. “Sofia, Blake, my parents, and my nephew, when he starts walking and talking, never need to be announced unless I’m in a meeting. They are number one on the list.”
“It’s Blake Foster,” she says again, and I think she wants to jump up and down.
“He’s committed to my sister and the father of my nephew and the baby she’s pregnant with. He’s family. Try to rein it in, please.” I try to be firm, but I’m trying to hold back a smile.
Claire nods and takes a deep breath to find her center before turning on her heels going back to let my family in.
When Sofia comes in, she is holding Grant in her arms, with Blake right on her heels. “Who’s the new bodyguard?”
“My assistant—a huge Angels fan.” I instantly grab my nephew. “How’s Aunt Harmony’s big guy?” I kiss his chubby cheeks. “What are you two doing here?”
“Thought we’d come see you. Maybe have lunch. We’ve been on the road this week and just got back.” Sofia sits down at the round table.
Shit. Has it been a week since I’ve seen Spencer? Where has the time gone? “As much as I want to hang with you three, I can’t be
cause I have a conference call with a company in Alaska.”
“Alaska? What’s up there but snow?” Blake asks.
“Afraid I’m blowing the kids’ money?” I joke, and he gives me a stern look. “I’m kidding.” I roll my eyes. “There’s some land up there near Fort Wainwright, and I want to scoop it up.”
“Why?” Sofia questions.
“Because there are talks of the base expanding, and if we get it, then the Army has to pay top dollar for it to get it. If they don’t expand, I think it’s a perfect spot to add a shopping plaza.” I had all the plans worked up already either way it goes.
“Sounds interesting. How’s things with Spencer?” Sofia rushes out.
I stop focusing on Grant and look over at her. “This is what lunch is really about, isn’t it?”
“It’s a simple question. I may have overheard a bit of him saying something about hanging out with you.” A large smile grows on her face.
“Do you really want to know?” I challenge her.
“Yes,” she says the same time Blake says, “No.”
Well, his dick is fantastic; he fucks like a dream, and I’ve had more orgasms with him than any other guy.” I tell them honestly.
“Give me my son.” Blake stands and reaches for Grant. “I don’t want his first word to the f-word or d-word.”
I laugh, handing Grant over to him. Even Sofia giggles as we watch him walk out the door.
“Tell me the truth now,” Sofia pushes.
“I am.”
“So, there’s nothing else?” She seems sad.
“Just mind-blowing sex. And before you start, you know I don’t want a relationship. I’m too busy, and right now, I’m married to Gardner Enterprises. Period,” I tell her firmly.
“I want you to be happy. Like me.” She takes my hand.
“Sissy, I am. I promise you this is the only relationship I want. I’m going to focus on work and our company. I don’t need any distractions.” I squeeze her hands, hoping she understands this is me and nothing more.
***
Harmony: Why are you talking about hanging out with me?
Me: I’m not.
Harmony: Sofia said she overheard you saying something about hanging out with me.
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