“I don’t care about the details. I just don’t want it in my face when I wake up. I’m pushing the deal back to see if the headlines clear up. How could you be kissing one girl in Hawaii and breaking up with another in California…”
My irritation flares up. Mr. Pafuti has a strict moral code and while that doesn’t bother me, this bullshit with Janet could be costing me time. The money isn’t the issue. Without Mr. Pafuti, I would continue running my company and make plenty of money. But with him, I’ll sell the majority, collect some royalties, and work on a signature collection like I’d always wanted.
I never wanted to run a corporation; I’d only wanted to handcraft the best surfboards known to man. A perfect day for me would involve a morning surf, time handcrafting a board, and making love to Heaven.Heaven! I have an idea.
“The woman from Hawaii is my girlfriend,” I lie to the empty room. “The video was the removal of a long-ago ex who was trespassing. That’s all,” I say, closing the intrusion into my personal life.
“Very well, I’m looking forward to meeting her soon.” He is gone, disconnecting the video chat
“Shit. Shit. Shit!” I curse to myself.
I scroll to my text messages and compose a new one.
Me: Good morning beautiful. Change of plans…
Heaven: ??
Me: I NEED YOU NOW!
I smile when my phone rings. I allow it to vibrate twice before answering.
“Hello?” I smile into the phone.
“I’m driving right now. I don’t have time for cryptic texts,” she replies briskly
“There wasn’t anything cryptic about my text.”
“Actually, the phrase, ‘I need you now.’ Can be interpreted in a million different ways, Mister. Before I respond to your urgent message, I need to know which type of urgency you are using.”
“Meaning?” I goad.
“Uh, Axel…How do you need me? Do you need to talk to me, do you need me to do you a favor, or are you speaking sexually—”
“All of the above,” I cut in. “I need you to get on a plane now.”
“As in, direct-my-car-to-the-airport-now, now?” she asks incredulously.
“That would be wonderful, thanks.”
“Axel Reinhold Behr!” Wow, she learns fast. Maybe it’s an innate thing for women. They subconsciously practice scolding their future children. “You will not call me in like the FBI or an overbearing boss. I have a whole other life, you know. I have appointments and plans. I would need to pack…”
“I’ll buy you whatever you need when you arrive,” I say, my voice husky with promise.
I’d originally contacted her to help me with Mr. Pafuti but hearing her scold me on the other end has my hormones raging. My mind is no longer on business and solely focused on getting Heaven in my bed. I need to kiss her until her knees weaken and do every naughty thing I wanted to do to her but didn’t have the time.
“Besides, you won’t need any underwear. They’ll just get in my way. I can’t get any work done because I’m busy imagining you sprawled out on my desk—or my personal favorite, you bent over my desk screaming in pleasure as I slam my hard cock into your tight, wet little cunt until you cum all over it. I haven’t begun to imagine what I want to do to those juicy tits…”
“No fair,” she moans, her aroused voice hits me with dirty memories.
“Can you reschedule?” I implore.
“Can’t. I have my last face to face meeting, a gyno appointment, and then a waxing—”
“Okay, I have to talk to you about something when you get here, but I essentially want you to get your sexy ass on a plane, so I can fuck you senseless and spoil you rotten. Is that too much to ask?”
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Heaven
