How to Resist Prince Charming(39)

She could’ve asked for the moon, and he would’ve found a way to get it for her. Letting go of her waist, he drew her shirt over her head so he could see her completely.

While Lenna started to move on him again, Braxton undid her bra and tugged a breast into his mouth. She murmured her pleasure, so he moved to the other nipple.

“Braxton?”

Her voice sounded so cautious he lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. But...aren’t you supposed to, you know, get softer after you’re done? Not harder.”

He looked down and watched the way he disappeared inside her with every pump of her thighs. It had him going even more rigid.

“Yeah,” he answered. “Guess I’m not done yet either?”

He swallowed and ran his hands up her sides, trying not to think about how he wanted her to hurry yet again.

Lenna’s lips were dewy, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed. “Is this even possible?” she asked, moving a little faster now.

“It’s happening,” was the only answer he could give. And, boy, was it happening.

He closed his eyes so he couldn’t see how glorious she looked. He couldn’t go off before she did. Not again. He grabbed a hold of the couch cushions and tried not to think about that sexy little catch in her breathing.

But if she didn’t get her cute butt into gear... “Lenna,” he gasped. “Damn it. Faster.”

Finally, the woman had mercy on him, and this time, when he came, she was right there with him.

Afterward, when she draped herself limply over him, he realized they’d gone without protection. Not wanting to freak her out, he remained silent, but for a guilty second he hoped maybe they’d just created a reason her father would probably demand they stay together.





CHAPTER 12




Well, he’d done it now. Braxton stared around the meeting room at the shocked expressions on his employees’ faces.

“I know Farris usually deals with aftermarket equipment,” he said. “But recently, we’ve coaxed a few domestic companies like GM and Chrysler to put Farris parts on stock for a few of their luxury models. And, as I’m sure most of you’ve heard around the gossip bin, I’ve been considering going international with that endeavor.”

Everyone discreetly lowered their gazes.

“I’ve been researching international trade, the price of shipping, and permits, and so forth. And I know—if everyone at Farris exerts the effort—we can make this work. You are perfectly able to handle this. I’ve seen you in action. I’m well aware of your potential.”

Letting out a small puff of air, Braxton smiled. “That’s why I had a contract drafted for Renault, in France, and will be going to Paris next weekend to attend a seminar and arrange a meeting with a representative from that company. We’re going international, folks.”

The silence that followed about made him pass out. They were going to kill him. His employees were going to string him up by his toes and give him Chinese water torture. He knew this was a risky venture. The price of international trading taxes alone could sink them if his idea fell through. But Braxton was honestly confident it wouldn’t.

Obviously, his staff didn’t agree. They stared at him as if the news were coming as a complete surprise, which made no sense at all. Tom had already unwittingly warned him everyone suspected the possibility.

Charlie Fairbanks pushed to his feet. Braxton met his gaze and waited for the man to go off, calling him every name in the book for putting their jobs in peril.

But then Fairbanks shocked the shit out of him when he grinned and clapped. Others followed. In seconds, everyone was on their feet, applauding the news. His secretary even whistled and sent him the thumbs up.

Not sure how to respond, Braxton’s mouth fell open. Oh God, they actually liked his idea. He couldn’t believe it. Clamping his lips back together, he smiled and nodded professionally, though inside he was jumping backflips.

“Okay,” he called, unable to control his beaming expression. “Okay. Thank you. Thank you. Now, quit standing around here, clapping, and get back to work. We’re going to have a lot to discuss once I get back from France.”

His cheerfully-given demand was followed by a room full of laughter. As they began to file out of the conference room, numerous employees stopped to slap Braxton on the back and tell him he was doing the right thing.

He couldn’t believe how supportive everyone acted. It was too good to be true.

Tom Davenport, however, lingered at the rear.

Smile faltering, Braxton glanced away for a moment and waited for Tom to reveal his true thoughts about the company’s new plan of action.

In the past month he’d been seeing Lenna on the sly, Braxton had become proficient at meeting Tom’s gaze without flinching. He could even converse with Lenna’s dad without wondering if Davenport could see inside his head and know what he’d been doing with the man’s little girl.

Braxton had been bending over backwards to please him. Other employees had noticed, realizing if they needed a favor from Braxton, they could go to Tom first and have him approach the Boss Boy to get it. But Tom hadn’t softened toward Braxton. He’d stopped the outright obstinacy, sure, but he remained annoyingly gruff.

Meeting Davenport’s gaze head on, Braxton frowned when Tom pulled cash from his pocket.