The cops come to take our statements. The ambulance wheels Ridley away.
“He’ll be sucking through a tube the rest of his life,” I hear one of the paramedic mutter. I just hold tight to Vaughn, still not sure he won’t break away and try to make good his promise.
“Just a few more questions,” one of the cops says, but Cam interrupts.
“You’ll talk to them later, with a lawyer present. Mr. Vaughn was intervening to protect Miss Fawes. The audio recording will back up their statements.”
Cam ushers us downstairs and into a car. “Wait,” I say. “What about the board vote?”
“They haven’t heard yet.” He grins. “Brent is over there now, waiting to start. I figured you could tell him yourself.”
“Thank you,” I say. “For everything.”
“Hey, I’m just doing my job. See you tomorrow, boss?”
“Make that next week.” I give Vaughn an anxious look. He hasn’t said a word since the cops arrived. “I think we need some time.”
“Just give me a call. I’ll hold down the fort.” Cam nods.
We get into the car, and I instruct the driver to take us back to the offices.
“Are you OK?” I ask Vaughn softly. I take his hand, pressing it against my chest. “I know that was tough for you back there. But thank you, for listening. For stopping when you did.”
Vaughn takes a deep breath. “I would have done it,” he says quietly. “I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I had to make him suffer. I’ve never felt a violence like that before.”
“But you stopped,” I remind him firmly. “You didn’t cross that line.”
“But what if I had?” Vaughn looks at me bleakly. “What kind of man would that make me?”
“You’re a good man,” I argue. “You stopped. You did the right thing. I knew you would.”
He cradles my face. “How do you always see the best in me?” he asks, his voice ragged.
“Because you make me better too,” I whisper.
With a groan, Vaughn pulls me into his lap, claiming my mouth with a hard, desperate kiss. I fall against him, not caring about the driver on the other side of the partition. All that matters is right here: the lips possessing mine, the arms crushing me against his body, the thick hardness pressing into my hips.
He pulls back, gripping my face. “I need you,” he growls, “Fuck, Keely, I need everything.”
“It’s yours,” I swear, feeling a rush of wetness between my thighs. I reach between us, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. His cock surges, hot and hard in my hands, and I feel a bolt of pure hunger claw deep inside. I close my hands around him, pumping along the thick shaft.
“Fuck,” Vaughn groans. He yanks my skirt up around my waist and shoves my panties aside, burying his fingers deep into my wetness. I cry out, arching back to thrust against his hand. He thrusts his fingers higher, leaning in to suck at my breast through the fabric of my blouse. His lips close around my nipple, he bites down and I gasp.
“Now,” I demand, shocked at the need that’s racing through me. “I need you, right now.”
A smile curls at Vaughn’s lips. God, he looks so good, so dangerously hot. “What are the magic words?” he teases, withdrawing his fingers. I whimper.
“Please!”
Vaughn circles my clit with swift, deadly strokes. Oh God.
“C’mon baby,” he urges, breath hot in my ears. “You know what I want to hear.” He rubs his cock against my lips, drenching them in my juices. I hang onto his shoulders, spreading my thighs wide.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, bucking at him desperately. “I need your cock deep inside me. I need every inch of you, buried all the way to the hilt. Fuck me hard, Vaughn, the way I like. Make me scream!”
“That’s my girl,” Vaughn groans. “My gorgeous, dirty girl.”
He grips my hips and then thrusts up with a roar, impaling me on all nine inches of his magnificent cock. I cry out, split wide open, feeling him fill me, so fucking thick. I rock down to meet him, clenching hard.
“Fuck!” Vaughn slams up into me again, so hard my breasts bounce with the force of his thrust. “Keely!”
I gasp for air, grinding down on him, needing every inch. I lift myself up and down on his cock, whimpering at the friction, God the way his cock rubs against my walls, it’s driving me crazy, pleasure crashing through me at every thrust.
“I’m coming,” I gasp, sinking down on his cock as he slams it up inside me. Pressure hits my clit, just right. Vaughn grips me tight, pinning me in place as his dick drives deep inside me. “Oh God, I’m going to come!”
“That’s right, baby.” Vaughn rocks his hips, plunging deeper, faster. “Because you can’t get enough of my dick. Your greedy little cunt wants it all. Take it, Keely, fuck me!”
I bounce faster, crying out with every stroke. The pleasure is curling tight between my thighs, I need release, God, I need it now!
“Look at me,” Vaughn demands, grabbing my face. He holds tight, just inches away. “Look at me, baby. I want to see you.”
I stare into his eyes, the dark, hot depths. They’re black with lust, full of fierce possession. The man I love.
Mine.
My climax rips through me with a scream. Vaughn grips my hips tighter and jerks up, spurting hot and deep inside me. “Fuck!” he yells, thrusting over and over, riding out my orgasm with new waves of pleasure until we’re both collapsed, spent in each other’s arms. “God, baby, you’re going to kill me,” Vaughn chuckles against me.
“Not if I die of pleasure first.” I breathe fast, my heart racing.
His voice comes low in my ear. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to test that out.”
Heat floods me, satisfaction and joy. “Promise me it’s over,” I whisper, “All the drama and pain.”
“Nothing but blue skies ahead.” Vaughn tucks me against him, the space in his arms I was made to fit. “Well... except for a couple of last loose ends...”
I have Brent and Carter fetched from the boardroom and sent to meet me in my office. “You tell the board the vote is off,” I instruct Cam, smiling. “Tell them their bidder is getting wheeled off on murder charges.”
“My pleasure.” Cam leaves, and I take my seat behind my desk, my heart racing.
“You look good back there.” Vaughn grins. “Like you belong.”
“I guess I do now.” I stroke the smooth cherry wood, looking around my office. “Who would have guessed that I’d wind up here, with you?”
“Your father did.” Vaughn crosses to stand beside me. He leans down to kiss the top of my head. “He made some mistakes, but in the end, he knew what he was doing, trusting you with this place.”
I blush. “And you,” I remind him. “He wanted you here beside me all along.”
There’s a noise at the door. Carter and Brent stride in, looking confused and pissed as hell.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Brent demands. “What is this, some kind of last-minute Hail Mary? I told you, we’ve got the votes locked down. Ridley won.”
“Ridley is currently in surgery with five broken ribs,” Vaughn growls, “And you better shut the hell up if you don’t want to wind up in the bed next to him.”
Brent frowns. “I don’t get it.”
“It’s over,” I explain calmly. “Ridley’s busted, you have no buyer.”
Brent blusters. “That doesn’t mean I can’t get you fired. They’ll appoint me CEO instead when they hear about---”
“What?” I interrupt. “The sex tape you illegally recorded of me with my boyfriend? We both know that’s bullshit. And I’m pretty sure selling out your own company violates that morality clause Ashcroft wrote into the will. You’re the one who’s finished here. I want you out of the office right now.”
“And you can pack up your things from that company apartment too,” Vaughn adds, sounding amused.
“Thanks for reminding me.” I smile at Brent. “You could have sat back and lived off your father’s hard work for the rest of your life, but instead, you had to try and hurt me, and all the people who work here. Now you have no place to live, no car, and you can bet I’ll be canceling all those family credit cards too,” I add. “You have nothing now, Brent. See how far your winning personality gets you now.”
His mouth drops open. Fear flashes in his eyes. “You can’t do this!”
“I already did. Now get the fuck out,” I add.
He stumbles back towards the door, reeling. Carter turns to follow him.
“Not you.” In an instant, Vaughn rounds the desk, yanking him back.
“I was just their lawyer!” Carter protests, fearful. “I had no idea about anything illegal. You can’t blame me for anything.”
“How about attempted murder?” I get up, stalking towards him. Carter looks away, guilty as hell. “You’re the one who pushed me down the stairs. The police are on their way. Apparently, Ridley paid off the security guy to lose the footage, but we offered him a bigger payout, and surprise! He found the tape.”
Carter’s face changes. He gulps, panicked. “They forced me into it!” he protests weakly. “I had no choice.”
“You’re an asshole.” I glare as he cowers in front of me. “Enjoy your time in jail.”
I bring my knee up hard into his groin. Carter lets out a high-pitched shriek of pain.
Even Vaughn winces. “Remind me not to get on your bad side,” he murmurs, as Carter hits the floor.
I turn to him, smiling. “I’m sure you can think of some ways to keep me in line.” I wink.
“Don’t tempt me...” Vaughn pulls me into his arms. His hands slide down to cup my ass. “How about we find out, in say, Bermuda?”
“A vacation?” My heart leaps. Naked Vaughn, a sandy beach, and a fruity cocktail? Yes please.
“Why not?” Vaughn gives me a wicked grin. “We can leave Cam to sort this mess out, and get away for a few days. I’ll even bring my bag of tricks.” He squeezes my ass. I catch my breath, my body already wet and aching for him.
“I want to try out a few things,” he whispers temptingly in my ear. “Starting with those handcuffs...”