An image of her spread legs on the floor of my limousine makes me groan, but I disguise it with a cough, out of necessity. After all, I’m sitting around a conference table with eight of my employees. Thanks to a last minute investment opportunity in Tokyo, I was forced to climb out of bed and dress for a meeting, leaving a sleeping Veda. Talking business is the last thing I want to be doing, even if it is taking place in my home conference room.
What I need is to be buried in the little, fuck-tight blonde who was tangled up in my sheets last time I saw her. And I need it now. Unfortunately, there are a few more issues to resolve at this meeting before I can seek her out.
Damn, Veda was something else last night. There’s no other way to describe her but magical. She attracted too much male attention floating up and down the aisles in the sporting goods store, picking out equipment to donate, so I paid the manager to close down the store while we shopped, plus take his gawking employees to the break room until we finished. Then I was her sole audience and she was definitely a crowd pleaser, riding on my back, asking me with little kisses to retrieve things on the higher shelves, skipping rope in the exercise aisle in a way that made her tits bounce and my cock go achingly stiff.
If I hadn’t been so determined to give her more than just sex, there would have been hell to pay for her incessant teasing. I appeased myself with the knowledge my schedule was clear today and I could spend it giving her orgasms—and that is still the plan. As soon as this goddamn meeting is over.
I try to focus on what Allison, my head of marketing, is saying, but all I can think of is Veda’s excitement last night. How she walked through the theater, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves, passing out popcorn to the kids, laying a kiss on my cheek every time she passed me, where I sat in the back row—watching her. Always watching. Some day, when she’s old enough to be presented to the world as mine, she’s going to be the kind of wife men never dare hope for. Stunningly sexy and intelligent with a generous soul. Hot as sin, once you get her wet. She’s incredible.
Allison switches the graphic on her presentation and launches into another long-winded explanation of current market trends, but she breaks off when someone shouts my name outside the office. Not someone, though. It’s Veda. And she sounds distraught.
Once again, she shouts my name through the door and it’s even more frantic sounding this time. There’s no thinking on my end, only movement. Only the need to get to her and fix what’s wrong. Urgency is alive in my gut as I push back my chair and stride to the door.
It opens just as I get there and Veda throws herself at me through the entrance. I only have a second to take stock, noting she’s wrapped in a towel, the ties from her bikini visible at the top—and I surmise she must have been swimming.
“Ramsey,” she sobs brokenly into my chest. “My locket. My mom’s locket. It fell off in the pool and I kept diving down but I couldn’t find it.” Her head lifts, big, wet blue eyes stabbing me square in the heart. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but I dialed number one on the phone—like you told me—and the housekeeper said it probably got sucked in by the drain. And we wouldn’t be able to get it back.”
When her voice cracks and she begins crying anew, I become ready to do two things. Fire the fucking housekeeper and get the locket back, by any means necessary. She will have it back and it will make her stop crying. There’s no other option. In the face of the angel’s anguish, I have completely forgotten about everyone else in the room, but when Veda peeks out from behind my shoulder to observe the table, I’m forced to remember I’m in a meeting with eight employees…and my seventeen-year-old, live-in girlfriend just made an appearance.
These are the best and the brightest, however, and their expressions have all remained mostly neutral as they take in a tear-stained Veda, although, there is definite curiosity lurking as well. Oh yes. Thankfully, they’re all paid seven figures annually and know better than to question the man who signs their checks.
I notice Veda’s gaze snag on Allison, but I don’t stop to question it. “Take a break. I’ll be back when this is resolved,” I say to the room in general, before guiding Veda’s huddled form out onto the landing. “Which end of the pool were you swimming in?” I ask, already unfastening my cuff links, pocketing them and heading for the lowest floor, where the pool is located.
“The deep end,” she says, her bare feet slapping on the tile steps as she tries to keep up with me on the way down. “I was diving off the edge…I must have broken the chain.”
We reach the bottom of the stairs and enter the dimly lit pool area, the smell of chlorine replacing the ever-present scent of bubble gum she projects. I take off my dress shirt and toss it down on one of the deck chairs, followed by my pants and boxers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Veda lift the towel still wrapped around her body, covering her mouth with the white terrycloth. “Ramsey…”
I scan the bottom of the pool for a glimpse of gold. “Yes?”
“You’re…hard.”
“Yes, I know,” I answer through clenched teeth, bothered beyond measure at the lingering distress in her voice. “Did you think I could pass the night with your naked body sprawled on top of me and ever be soft again?”
My dick proceeds to swell larger the longer she looks, all wide-eyed and dripping with pool water. I shouldn’t feel irritation with her, but God help me, I’m aroused out of my mind. But I have to finish the upstairs meeting and send my employees on their way, before I can indulge my obsession. Her sudden appearance in the meeting has already spurred curiosity, no doubt. I can’t very well work out my lust on Veda’s body while they’re still upstairs.
Can I?
I see her glance toward the pool with a hiccup and know she’s still scared about losing her mother’s necklace. Getting it back takes precedent over my painful state. “I’ll find it, angel.”
“Please, Ramsey,” she murmurs. “It’s all I have left of her.”
I’m in the heated water before she finishes speaking, my middle lanced by the acuteness of her sorrow. My fixation on making Veda happy is tangled up with raw, sexual need and as I sink lower into the water, I realize how symbolic it is, this descent to the bottom, the lack of noise. I’ve left a meeting with millions of dollars on the line to cater to my borderline violent obsession…and I don’t give a fuck if it’s healthy or right anymore. The money doesn’t make me happy. It hasn’t for a long time. None of the luxuries have any meaning when compared to a smile painted on the angel’s mouth.
Heading directly for the drain, I see the barest flash of gold and swim harder. When I reach the white spiral, I manage to tug the necklace free of the suction just in time and kick back toward the surface. Through the blur of water, I see her standing at the edge, waiting for me, and the lights from above surround her head like a halo, sending my heart up into my throat. But nothing compares to the satisfaction of watching her face transform with relief when she sees the necklace in my hand.
“Oh thank God. Oh my God.” She falls down on her knees at the pool’s edge as I climb out, taking the locket from me and throwing herself against my chest, straddling my hips with her smooth thighs. “I thought it was lost.”
The towel has fallen free of her body and I finally see what she’s wearing. A white string bikini is the only thing separating us…both of us wet with pool water. Her nipples are straining against the damp, white triangles and my cock is pushing against the matching bottoms, dying to go to heaven.
“Thank you, Ramsey,” she breathes.