Cowboy Baby Daddy

I wanted to experience more of those moments with her.

But,

for now, I had to settle for this.

Chapter Eighteen

Stella

I walked into the office to start the week with my coffee in my hand. I had taken Christian’s advice and gotten a bit more sleep, but I wasn’t alright with the images I saw when my brain whisked me away. Instead of darkness or dreams of my father, what I saw was Christian’s body. I saw his lips dipping down to my puckered nipples, and I saw the twitching muscles of his back. I saw his long legs tangled with mine, and I saw his sparkling eyes looking up at me from between my legs. I felt his tongue against me, sliding along my skin while my fingernails dug into the sculpted muscles of his arms that worked so hard for my pleasure.

I’d woken up orgasming in bed that morning, and I knew I’d need plenty of coffee to get through the day.

I sat on the couch in my office and pulled out a few things to work on. I had inventory to do today, which meant I had to have the inventory paperwork. After looking around on my desk to try and find it, I settled for walking over to Christian’s office to see if he had any.

But, when I opened his door, I saw the suit he was in.

He was in the black-on-black suit we had purchased for him for this meeting. His dark green dress shirt pulled tightly against his muscular chest, and I saw flashes of my lips on his bare skin as he stood up and looked at me. His body loomed over his desk while I took in how his suit tailored itself to his body, and all I could think about was how easily my legs clasped around his waist.

My eyes raked down his legs, reveling in how the suit accentuated their length and strength, and I thought about how I had run my toes up and down the backs of them while he plowed his surprisingly thick length in and out of me.

“Stella?” he asked.

“Yes. Sorry. Do you, um, have any of that inventory paperwork? I seem to have misplaced mine,” I said.

“Got plenty of it. In the file cabinet, second drawer down. It’s not locked, so feel free to come in and take anything whenever you need it,” he said.

Take anything.

“It’s probably best if I just have it all. Inventory is my responsibility, so it doesn’t really make sense for it to be in here,” I said.

“Understandable. Take the entire file, then. Do you have a cabinet you can stick it in?” he asked.

Stick it in.

I felt my chest tighten at those words as they fell from his lips.

“Got a small one by one of the bookcases,” I said.

“Good, good. If there ever becomes an overflow situation, draw up an acquisition form and slip it under my door. I’ll get you another one ordered,” he said.

“Are we going to talk about the meeting we’ve got scheduled for today? Or do you feel prepped enough for it?” I asked.

“I was actually about to come knock on your door. There are a few things I wanted to discuss,” he said.

“Lead the way, then,” I said as I pulled the massive stack of papers from the cabinet.

We crossed the hall back to my office, and I flopped the papers on top of the filing cabinet. I was painfully aware of how incredible Christian looked in his suit, but it was heightened by the cologne he was wearing.

It was the cologne from Saturday night, and I had to take a second to catch my breath before I went to sit beside him.

“So, the welcome box is all put together for her. I tailored it a bit to the brands she likes, so that’s sitting in the back of my car. She should have a list of all the inventory she needs ready for us, so you’ll need to be set to get her orders and shipments started. I told her to be prepared to write us a check,” he said.

“Actually, I went out and purchased a little mobile credit card plugin we could use on our phones,” I said. “It plugs into the phone jack of your phone, and you can just swipe the credit card. I set up the account to hook up to the company’s main bank account, and it’s a very minimal cost per transaction that we can write off every tax season.”

“Did you fill out an acquisition and get it to me?” he asked.

“Um, no,” I said.