Angel Falling (Falling #1)(77)
“Does anyone have anything else to add before we conclude the meeting?” I asked, happy but drained physically and emotionally. This excruciating month had definitely taken its toll.
“I actually have a guest I wanted to introduce to the stakeholders, if you all don’t mind. This man made the build possible with only one accident to speak of. His company and his crew beat the odds, met all deadlines, and finished the project a week ahead of schedule.” Oh good God, no. There’s only one man that could be behind that door.
He opened it with a flourish. “Hank Jensen everybody, from Jensen Construction. Now, you remember that name because he’s just expanded and opened a new branch of his firm here in New York City,” Alex gushed.
My mouth hung up in shock. He’d expanded his business. Oliver slid his hand over mine, his eyes downcast and pleading. He’d known about this, was probably in on it from the get-go. He was a dead man!
Hank shook the hand of each of the stakeholders, even Grant, though you could tell he’d squeezed his hand a great deal harder. Caveman! The thought sent a chill down my spine. He clapped Oliver on the back with an affectionate, man’s man gesture.
“How she doin’, buddy?” he asked Ollie conspiratorially. I just sat there, trying to take everything in: his larger than life presence, his musky citrus covered scent, the color of his eyes … oh, God, I could drown in those honey green depths.
“But how?” I whispered.
***
My Angel was stunned stupid. I grabbed her hands and pulled her up straight against my body. She melted into me, confused, as if she’d been dreaming.
“Where there is a will, there is a way, Angel. You’re my will. And the way, well, there’s only one way: the direction that leads to you.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but I took the moment to cover her lips with my own. Sliding my hands up her delicate spine, I tunneled my paws into her perfect golden locks, deepening the kiss. She came willingly. It had been too long. My hands, body, and mouth physically ached for her. Her tongue tangled with mine. She tasted of coffee and sweet vanilla. I needed more.
Her hands intertwined behind my neck, pulling and pressing me into her. It was if she couldn’t get close enough either. My Angel was greedy for my kiss, swallowing me whole. Her lips tugged and bit at my lips then her wet little tongue dipped in for more. I groaned and then pulled away when I heard an annoying man clearing his throat from behind us. Her entire body went stiff as she realized that we’d had an audience. She pulled back, but I wouldn’t let her go far.
Her breath came in heavy pants as she took in the shocked faces of the men in the room. Alex smiled like a loon and Oliver wiped at his face with a hanky, tears leaking out the corner of his eyes.
“Sorry, y’all. Me and my girl haven’t seen each other for a month. We have some making up to do.” A couple of the men nodded their heads. I could see that most had shiny wedding bands on their left hands. Yeah, they understood.
“Hank, I … we need to take this somewhere private,” Aspen said as she tried to pull away.
I shook my head. “Nope, not on your life are you gettin’ away from me now. Not when you’re in my arms where you should be.” I held my girl firm. She squirmed a bit, then it dawned on her.
“Alex said you expanded Jensen Construction?” She looked confused and uncertain.
“I did. You see, I contacted your pops; he introduced me to some investors. Actually, one of ‘em’s right there.” I pointed to Mr. Jackson. He smiled and nodded. Small world. Looks like we’d both be dealing with Mr. Jackson in our business ventures. He was a good guy; I couldn’t complain.
“Jackson? Really?” She shook her pretty head. “What is going on, Hank?”
“Everyone, you done with your meetin’ here? I’d like some time alone with my girl, if it all suits.” The men each hopped up and made their way out of the room. Several good jobs and a great work were thrown over their shoulders as they left. Grant sat in his chair, waiting for the show to commence. My eyes narrowed at the bastard.
Oliver went over to Grant’s chair, pulled it away from the conference table, and pushed with all his might right out the conference room door on its roller wheels. Grant hooped and hollered all the way out. Bet he didn’t expect the little fella to get one over on him. Ollie shut the door hard, giving me a thumbs-up over his shoulder.
I turned to Aspen and kissed her once more. Her surprised gasp turned into a moan and I got caught up in her all over again. The woman had the power to turn a man into a jelly donut with her sharp tongue, her quick wit, that smokin’ hot body, and her grace.
I turned her around lifted her up and set her on the conference room table. I forced her thighs wide open, then yanked her legs around my hips. Why the f*ck was she wearin’ pants? I needed to talk to my little buddy about her wardrobe. She needed to be wearin’ more skirts and dresses. Easy access. I pressed my erection hard against her center.
“Oh, God, Hank. We can’t do this. Not here. Not now. You haven’t even told me what’s going on,” she whispered against my neck, then proceeded to suck and bite, making me damned near crazy.
“Can’t wait, Angel. Been too long.” I unbuttoned her pants, lifted her with one hand, and tugged the fabric down her thighs. Her pointed stilts fell to the floor with a loud clunk. She leaned back and let me pull her pants down and off her body. She was wearing red lace panties and I could just see the faint line of her * through the damp fabric.