ce. I’m not trying to lord it over anyone. That’s one of the reasons I like working here and owning the company. I can do a lot of good with the visibility of radio. Maybe more that I could have working in law. For instance, take that leukemia 5k fundraiser advertisement.”
“What about it?” Casey’s brow furrows as she looks at me, causing me to feel slightly uncomfortable. She’ll know where her bonus came from and it wasn’t the race directors paying for the ad.
“Well, I didn’t charge for it.”
“What?” she whispers, her eyes wide. “B-but that’s, like, a ten thousand dollar radio ad with air time.” My marketing team will tell me it’s probably ten times that amount but I don’t bother to correct her.
“I know, but it’s a good cause and it’s my prerogative to give that air time away. That’s the reason I accepted the CEO position. So some random family member down the line couldn’t corrupt the things my grandfather stood for with pricey radio ads and nonsense.”
“You’re–” Casey doesn’t get a chance to finish because Michelle knocks on the door, walking in with dinner, and an attitude I’ll need to address later.
“Perfect timing.” Michelle and I exchange a look, my voice laced with sarcasm as she puts the bags down on a side table for us to sort through.
“Double order, Mr. Austin.” Michelle is flippant as she walks out eying Casey over. I know she’s commenting on Casey’s figure but the joke is on her because I love those curves. I want to say something to her like she should keep her attitude in check if she wants to keep working here, but Casey places her hand on my arm stopping me. I let it go for now and get up to help her.
“Smells delicious.” Casey pulls out the wrapped sandwiches and my nosey assistant is quickly forgotten.
“I completely agree.” Casey turns to look at me over her shoulder exasperated. “What? I know you taste just as good.” Casey rolls her eye, ignoring me. I’m going to have to work on her self-confidence, right about when we decide to have dessert...
15
Casey
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” James is brushing hair off my face, his fingertips trailing down my cheek. The pads of his fingers are rough and I shiver from the contact.
“What time is it?” My voice is gravelly.
“You’ve got plenty of time.” He continues to lazily brush my hair back, my head lying in his lap, and it takes a bit of effort to get up off the leather sofa in his office. I think about the dinner of deli sandwiches we shared and the confession James made to me about the radio ad he gave away. He isn’t exactly the rich playboy I assumed him to be. Shattering my preconceived notions about him makes me feel daring in what I want to do next, what I’ve been trying not to run from while keeping a piece of me safe.
James releases me and I get up, boldly straddling his lap resting my hands on his shoulders as I speak. “Maybe we should make use of it.” He gives me a cocky grin, which is ruined by his boyish good looks. In the moment, he doesn’t have that dominant look about him at all, despite the alpha energy he keeps trying to throw off.
“What did you have in mind?” He reaches up, folding his hands behind his head, no longer reaching out to touch me. I’m feeling self-conscious, but James maintains eye contact with me. He has this way of making me feel delicate when I know I’m not. Part of me worries he might be uncomfortable with me sitting on his lap, but he doesn’t do anything to take charge.
“James…”
“Take your shirt off, Casey.” Heat rushes through me. He doesn’t make a move, just waits. Looking down, I pull the bottom of my shirt over my head. This feels easier if he directs me a little. I’m wearing a lacey bra in a nude color, which barely conceals my nipples. James hisses, his chest lifting. On impulse, I want to cover myself, but he makes me feel just a little braver than before nudging my arms back down. I know he’s had me, seen me, tasted me, but this feels more.
“Stunning.” James shifts, forcing me to part my legs and straddle him deeper. A hand reaches out and his finger makes the briefest pass over the edging of lace. “You must tell me where you find your lingerie.”
“Why do you want to know?” Closing my eyes, I let my mind follow his fingertips gently running whisper soft over my breasts, tugging the lace down to expose my aching nipples.
“So I can buy you more when I tear this to shreds.”
“On-online.” He turns me into a stuttering mess every single time. “I only shop online. I hate going to the mall.” A murmur is the only sound he makes before soft lips, wet mouth, and hot tongue take my painfully wanton nipple into his mouth. Sucking deep, his other hand roughly cups my other breast, his restraint waning.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Casey,” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes, please.” I’ll beg him if it will subside the hunger coursing through my body.
James and I hastily unbutton his shirt and I help him pull it from his pants. Belt, pants, everything else goes quickly and we roll over, skin to skin, lying on the buttery softness of the leather couch, limbs intertwined.
“Fuck me, James.”
Roughly, he picks me up, impaling his cock inside me. A sensation of stretching and burning forces tears to prick from under my eyelashes and, without mercy, he pumps a few times, sinking deep within me.
“It will be my pleasure to fuck you.”
Still joined, James carries me over to his desk, lying me down on it, tossing papers, pens, and other items to the floor. Somewhere in the distant office space a door slams as my ankles dig snuggly into his backside, and he pushes my arms over my head.