The Geek Tycoon (5 page)

“Do you have to ask?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“If I had sex with women who resembled you, guaranteed I’d pretend they were you and probably call them by your name. It would have been a recipe for disaster.”

“Oh.”

Crossing to the bed, he sat down beside her. “I love your body. I couldn’t make it all the way to the bedroom without touching you. I’ve dreamed about doing that for so long.” As he lowered his head to kiss her, he pushed her blouse and bra straps over her shoulders. Then he tossed the clothes aside and cradled a breast in each hand.

His fingers flexed and his thumbs brushed lazily over her tight nipples as he continued to savor her mouth. Shifting his angle and going deeper, he gently pushed her back onto the pillows. Then his sweet assault began in earnest.

Slowly he nibbled his way down her throat. Holding her breasts captive, he teased and licked, nipped and squeezed until her breath came in shallow gasps and she writhed against the comforter. She’d wondered if his single-mindedness would affect how he made love and the answer was
yes
.

He journeyed lower, finding ticklish spots between her ribs and making her squeal by sliding his tongue into her navel. When he eased onto the bed and maneuvered between her thighs, she caught his head in both hands. “I don’t think I know you that well.”

He smiled. “Then it’s time we became better acquainted.”

W
ith the woman
of his dreams lying naked in his arms, Tony knew he might have a problem if he grabbed a condom, suited up and consummated this relationship ASAP. Dear God how he wanted to. But he might last eight seconds if he was lucky, less if he wasn’t.

So his current plan was to give her as many orgasms as possible before the big moment and maybe she wouldn’t notice that he had the staying power of a gnat. Apparently she’d decided to go along with his program because after her initial protest she relaxed her thighs in the most stirring surrender he’d ever experienced.

“No sense in being coy.” Her voice quivered with excitement. “You can have me any way you want me, Tony. Any way at all.”

He nearly lost it. Somehow he stayed focused when he longed to rip off the rest of his clothes and bury his aching cock in her warmth.
Any way you want me.
She might not say that if she knew the countless hours he’d spent imagining X-rated scenarios involving Charlotte Wingate.

But he’d never thought he’d be here, in her house and in her bedroom, with his head between her creamy thighs and his mouth inches from nirvana. By some miracle he’d managed that amazing feat, which was a thousand times better than reaching the expert level in any video game ever invented. He was determined to make the experience memorable for both of them.

To his surprise, he seemed to have a talent for pleasing women sexually. But he’d assumed Charlotte would never know. Thanks to tech issues and chocolate chip cookies, he’d ended up in the perfect position to show her.

He thought he might be good at this because he loved the way a woman’s secret parts looked and tasted. The velvet texture and the sweet aroma of arousal tempted him more than any gourmet dinner at a five-star restaurant. He always started gradually with casual movements of his tongue. No woman wanted to be startled or alarmed when she’d allowed herself to be vulnerable.

He valued the trust involved. Specifically he valued Charlotte’s trust. Sure, she had confidence in him as a boss and as the leader of a new company. She had confidence in his abilities as a technological wizard.

But tonight as she’d opened her thighs to him, she’d trusted him to treat her with respect as a sensual being and give her nothing but pleasure. He didn’t take that lightly. Every movement of his mouth and tongue was intended to show that respect while giving her immense pleasure.

Judging from her response, he was doing pretty well. She moaned and called his name. Her fingertips dug into his scalp as she lifted her hips in a silent appeal for more, much more.

He slid one hand under her firm bottom and lifted her toward his mouth. Holding her steady, he slipped two fingers into her warm, pulsing channel. A few quick strokes and she arched off the bed. He continued to tease and lap until she came a second time, yelling his name at the top of her lungs.

As she sank back to the mattress she gasped out his name again. Then she said it once more in a deeper tone followed by an earthy request he’d never expected to hear from her sweet lips. When he lifted his head, he discovered she’d propped herself on her elbows.

She sent him a smoldering glance. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes.” Even without his glasses he could see that her eyes were darkened with lust. Her low, sultry voice set fire to his blood.

She tilted her head toward the box on the bedside table.

His already hard cock stiffened to the point of pain. “Right.” Climbing from the bed, he toed off his shoes while he unbuckled his belt.

Although his balls tightened at the sight of her stretched out on the bed waiting for him, looking away wasn’t an option. Instead he clenched his jaw against the pounding urgency in his groin while he catalogued every delicious curve as best he could. His view was slightly blurry but he could sharpen the focus in his head. He couldn’t predict whether any of this would ever happen again so he needed to memorize her from head to toe.

She followed his movements as he eased down the zipper over his aching package. Her intense focus on his crotch didn’t help matters. Searching for a distraction, any distraction, he turned the issue into an engineering problem. He simply had to adjust the regulatory mechanism as increased pressure tested the limits of the system.

Theoretically he could think his way to calmness by giving his brain a challenge that would require blood being redirected there. He tried calculus problems, baseball stats and the Periodic Table of Elements. Nothing worked. The prospect of making love to Charlotte trumped everything and apparently he was doomed to climax at the speed of light.

So he gave up all pretense of control. He stumbled out of his clothes and grabbed the box of condoms only to spill all six on the floor. Scooping one up, he called on his dexterity with a joystick to rip it open and roll it on while he fought the urge to come.

“This won’t be pretty,” he choked out as he crawled into bed and moved over her.

“Don’t care.” Her eyes glittered and her breathing was as fast as his.

“That’s good.” He sought her entrance and pushed deep with a groan of relief.

Gripping his butt, she held him still and gazed up at him as she gulped for air. “No,
this
is good. You . . . right . . . here.”

He totally agreed but he was incapable of saying so. If he died this very second that would be okay with him. Well, maybe not, especially when she tightened her core muscles and turned loose of his glutes so he could move. Hell, no, he didn’t want to die. He wanted to live forever so he could make love to her again and again and . . . sweet heaven he was coming and coming hard.

By some miracle, so was she. Her spasms massaged his happy cock and her jubilant cries mingled with his gasps of pleasure. He’d fantasized this a thousand times. Never thought it would happen. Now he knew. Best. Moment. Ever.

L
ater
, after he’d disposed of the condom and slipped back in bed with her, she rolled to her side and gazed into his eyes. “Since seventh grade?”

Now he wished he’d fudged his answer so he wouldn’t seem so pathetic. “It’s not like I’ve obsessed about you constantly since then.”

“I should hope not.” She bracketed his face with her hands. “I’ve been such a dummy.”

“I don’t see it that way.” Sliding his arm around her waist, he drew her close and his cock stirred. “You had your crowd and I had mine. I always thought you were right where you belonged.”

She brushed her thumbs over his cheekbones. “Maybe I was. But I’ve changed my perspective. I don’t care whether I’m hanging with the cool crowd anymore. I like being around you and the other guys way better.”

“That’s nice to hear, but you’ll always be cool, Charlotte. You can’t help it.”

Her brow furrowed. “Is that a problem?”

“Not for me.” He stroked her silky back. “I’m in bed with the prom queen. It’s what every geek dreams of.”

She went very still. “So now you can check that off your list?”

“God, no!” Damn, he’d screwed up the pillow talk. “Let me say it again. No, and hell no. I don’t have a list, but even if I did, you wouldn’t be on it. I never expected this to happen. Not in my wildest dreams.”

“I find that so hard to believe. When you hired me I’d finalized my divorce from Aaron, so didn’t it ever cross your mind that you and I might –”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“I figured you’d find a new and improved version of Aaron.”

“And instead I developed a huge crush on my boss.”

“Who knew?”

“Not you, obviously.” Reaching between them, she began fondling his very interested cock. “But the secret’s out.”

Once she put her hands on him he couldn’t think at all. Vaguely he realized they needed to talk about how to deal with this new development once they left the privacy of her townhouse, but he’d lost all desire to hold a conversation. Instead he wanted to hold Charlotte.

Or, to be more precise, he wanted to hold her, kiss her, and make use of another condom. She seemed okay with that and this time he had the luxury of drawing out the process. He took it slow and easy, pausing every once in a while to lean down and nibble on her mouth, her throat and the delicate shell of her ear.

Her sighs and moans told him she was having a pretty good time. When at last he picked up the pace and began loving her with more vigorous thrusts, she seemed to be having an excellent time. Panting and slick with sweat, they managed another simultaneous orgasm that echoed off the walls of her bedroom.

After he’d recovered the use of his brain cells and had staggered into her bathroom to dispose of the condom, he realized they needed fortification if they planned to keep this up. Wrapping a towel around his hips, he went downstairs to fetch cookies and his glasses.

He’d put on his glasses and was in the midst of stacking some cookies on a plate when he heard her coming down the stairs. “Charlotte?”

“I’m moving the party to the living room.”

“Okay.” Her house, her rules.

“Did you fix my electronics?”

“Yes.” He walked into the living room with the plate of cookies and found her arranging her comforter on the sofa.

She’d also put on a silky black robe. “Took you about five minutes to hook up the system, didn’t it?”

“Well, I –”

“Tell the truth, Mr. Bainbridge.”

“Yes, but –”

“Don’t worry.” She flashed him a brilliant smile. “You don’t have to spare my feelings. I’m blissed out on great sex so my lack of technical skills doesn’t matter to me at the moment. Besides, that’s what got you over here.”

“Good point.”

“But if everything’s ready to go, don’t you think we should test it out?”

“Um, sure.” He’d hoped for more time in her cozy bedroom but if she wanted to see if the entertainment system worked, then he’d go along with that. “Got something you want to watch?”

“Yeah, it’s a foreign film I’ve been hearing about.”

“Okay.” He would have preferred something along the superhero line, but she had the right to pick the movie to test her equipment. He set the plate of cookies on the coffee table as she picked up the two remotes.

“I hereby launch this entertainment system!” She clicked the first remote and the screen blinked on. “Yay, it works! Thank you, Tony!”

“You’re welcome.”

“Come sit down.” She patted a spot beside her. “I think you’ll like this movie.”

He sincerely doubted it. To begin with, it had subtitles. He was so not into subtitles. And nothing seemed to be happening. A man and a woman stood talking in a room and he didn’t bother reading the words on the screen because there was no action.

But he sat down and she scooted over next to him. They each grabbed a cookie from the plate and at least that part was to his liking. Having her silk-clad body nestled against him didn’t suck, either.

Then the couple in the movie began kissing and before long they’d started taking off their clothes. Charlotte reached for another cookie and snuggled closer as the actors began to caress each other. The combination of Charlotte’s warm body pressed against his, the taste of cookies and the action on the screen had a predictable effect.

As his cock grew hard, he cleared his throat. “Is this a porn movie?”

“No, it’s art.” She finished her cookie and let her hand rest on his thigh.

“I can’t tell the difference.”

“The lighting’s more subtle.”

“If you say so.” He took a slow breath. “Just curious, but did you happen to bring down –”

“This?” She pulled a condom from her bathrobe pocket. “Are you in the market?”

He forced himself not to snatch it out of her hand. “That depends.” His body grew hot and his pulse quickened. “Are you satisfied that your electronics are working properly?”

“Very satisfied regarding that issue. However, there’s another issue in which I’m not quite satisfied. Perhaps you could –”

“Oh, yeah, I certainly could.” He urged her down to the sofa cushions and made short work of the tie holding her robe closed. Tossing aside the towel he’d wrapped around his hips, he slipped on the condom she’d given him and joined her on the sofa. “But you might miss some of the movie.”

She smiled. “The movie was actually designed to get you hot.”

“FYI, when you’re around, I don’t need a movie to get me hot.”

“I’ll be sure to remember that.”

“And this.” Parting her thighs, he eased into her warmth. The back of the sofa interfered with his movements, but he wasn’t about to complain. As the couple on the screen drew closer to mutual satisfaction, so did he and Charlotte.

He’d never made love to a soundtrack that included the intimacy of sex, although he could understand the appeal. He wouldn’t want another couple in the room but when they were trapped in a movie on the flat screen that was okay.

More than okay. Within minutes he’d abandoned himself to the slightly kinky experience of having sex with a woman while listening to another man and woman do the same. Their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure fueled his own and he forgot they were actors on a sound stage. He’d never been to an orgy, never intended to go to one, but it might be a little bit like this.

Charlotte seemed to like it, too. She urged him on with language he’d never thought she’d use. So he gave it right back to her, laughing and cussing as their wild lovemaking stripped away his inhibitions. They almost fell off the sofa, but when they started to slide he grabbed the back cushion and held on as he came, and she came, and the world glittered like never before.

As they lay there panting, she started to giggle. “Next time –“ She gasped for breath. “We
start
on the floor!”

“Yeah.” He couldn’t stop smiling. “That almost got ugly.”

“But you saved us.” Still laughing, she combed his hair back from his damp forehead. “My hero.”

His heart squeezed. She was teasing, but she’d hit a tender spot. There was nothing he’d rather be.