Chapter Nine
Abigail had seen a lot of sides to Roman over the years she’d worked for him. She’d seen the angry boss, the stressed boss, the stern boss, even the one everyone feared. He had worn many faces, and not once had they slipped.
This weekend, seeing him with those dogs, watching that easy smile on his face and how he just seemed to connect with the dogs, had hit her on a different level.
Roman was not just any man, but one who had feeling, he cared, and the dogs actually meant something to him. Unlike the gala, he didn’t just throw money at it, enjoy some drinks, and have a dance. There was so much more to him than she even realized. And she wanted to know more.
The following few days at work, she found herself looking toward his office, and the words he spoke in his fevered daze kept coming back to her.
She trusted Roman. What did scare her a little was, she didn’t see this as a summertime fling. They were already in fall, and her feelings for Roman were not fleeting. They were deepening, and she had no idea how he felt about her. She didn’t know if this was just a game to him.
By the time Wednesday came, Abigail was none the wiser as to what Roman felt for her, but he was also having a bad day. On a particularly sticky phone call, Roman ended up slamming the phone down, and he had a frown between his brows, and it didn’t look like it was going to disappear anytime soon.
“Are you having a bad day?” she asked.
“It’s certainly not fucking sunshine or roses. Fuck!” He threw himself back into his chair. “The Mavis account, they want us to come up with another figure, otherwise they’re going to a rival.”
“They signed the contract, that is not viable.”
“I know, but they seem to think they can negotiate.” He shook his head. “Trying to argue with their asshole of a CEO that once contracts were signed and sealed, there was no turning back. He’s told me he has his lawyers working on it.”
“And seeing as your lawyers have already done their job, you need to stop stressing out.”
Roman nodded. “You’re right. I just can’t deal with assholes that ... don’t listen.”
Abigail looked at him, and she knew in that strangest of all moments, that she was in love with this man. She’d been falling in love with him for nine years, that was the reality.
Closing the door to his office, she flicked the lock into place, and then moved to his blinds and twisted them, darkening the office. There was still light coming from the main window that overlooked the city. It was an overcast and miserable day.
Roman didn’t say anything, but she took a step closer to him, then another, removing her jacket as she did so. She felt his gaze on her, and she moved between him and the desk. “You’re working too hard,” she said.
“I have to work hard. I’m a very busy man.”
“Too busy to have sex with your PA?” she asked.
“Abi, what are you doing?” he asked.
She pulled up her skirt and moved to straddle his waist. “I’m breaking my rules, because I think you’ve been a good boy way too long, and it’s time for you to enjoy being a bad boy.”
Roman hadn’t touched her, so she took his hands and placed them on her ass.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take the lead on this one.” She ran her hands up his shirt, sinking them into his hair, and she kissed him.
“Fuck me, Abi, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
She felt the hard ridge of his cock against her pussy, so she had a good idea she was driving him crazy. “Just a little.” She kissed his neck. “Do you like it?”
He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, and she cried out at the pleasure that rushed through her whole body.
It was like she couldn’t think. All she did was feel and allow those emotions to run rampant throughout her entire body.
Kissing down his neck, she opened the buttons of his shirt and trailed her lips all the way down.
She hadn’t even finished opening his shirt, when she got to the button of his pants, and Roman helped her as she slid the zipper down his rock-hard length. Roman reached inside his pants, easing out his cock. She immediately wrapped her fingers around his length, staring up at him.
“You’re so tense,” she said.
“Help me relax.”
She smiled at him, and then flicked the tip of his cock, tasting the droplet of pre-cum already leaking out of the tip. She enveloped the whole of his cock, and then sunk her mouth onto his length, moaning as she did so.
He growled, and within seconds, his hand had sunk into her hair and he pulled out the clip, allowing her hair to flow across his lap.
He bunched up her hair, and she started to lick and suck at his cock.
She moaned around his length, taking him to the back of her throat, and even though she was close to gagging on it, she still went as deep as she could go.
He groaned, and she felt him tense up. Pulling off his cock, she circled the tip, then slid it down the vein at the side of his length, before taking more of him into her mouth. She relished every sound he made as she sucked his cock, wanting to feel the flood of his cum as it hit her mouth.
She didn’t hold back, and worked his length. Sliding a hand beneath her skirt, she pushed past the elastic of her panties and found her clit. Working her pussy at the same time as she sucked his cock, she felt her own arousal start to build. It was setting her on fire.
Abigail no longer cared about the rules. She was not trying to protect herself, or Roman. She no longer wanted to be kept by boundaries of their profession.
Roman tightened his grip on her hair and started to rock inside her, thrusting his cock harder into her mouth.
“You look so fucking sexy, beautiful. Are you close?”
She hummed her response, and he cried out. Abigail felt the change within him, and she had hoped to come with him, but there was no time. He thrust deep into her mouth, spilling his seed with wave upon wave, that she struggled to swallow down, but she did so, milking him of every droplet.
When there was no more to give, Abigail didn’t have time to pull her mouth away, as Roman grabbed her and sat her on the edge of his desk.
He pushed her skirt up and out of the way, and she had no choice but to move her hand aside.
He tore at her panties and she watched as he shoved them into his jacket pocket.
His mouth went to her pussy, and he started at her clit, licking and sucking the bud, then sliding down toward her entrance.
She cried out as he pressed his tongue inside her.
It felt so good, and she didn’t want him to stop.
Over and over, he pressed his tongue into her, and then he pulled back and ran his tongue back and forth across her clit.
She felt the start of her orgasm, and Roman captured her hands, pressing them down to the desk. It felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop.
But he pushed her right over the edge. The pleasure was so intense, she didn’t have a clue how she was going to handle it, but Roman knew exactly what he was doing as he pushed her to the very limit.
She screamed his name, and only when she couldn’t take any more did he stop and press a kiss to her clit.
Breaking her rule was the best thing she had done.
****
To celebrate his birthday, Roman worked.
Forty-one years old, he had long stopped celebrating his birthdays.
His grandparents would make him a cake, and his grandma would cook his favorite meal, always the same thing.
He loved lasagna, especially his grandma’s lasagna, who always used the right amount of cheese.
He didn’t mind the lasagna made with bechamel, but he often preferred her ricotta cheese and tomato sauce. It was delicious.
Birthday cake was always a vanilla cake with sprinkles.
Vanilla buttercream frosting had been his favorite since he was a kid.
That seemed like a lifetime ago. He was not the same person now.
A lot had changed. After his grandparents’ passing, he would occasionally celebrate, but it was never the same.
He was about to leave his apartment to go and pick up Abigail. Last night she asked if she could have a night alone. Roman wanted to complain, but she had told him it was really important that she was alone. Leaving her alone was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was what she asked for.
He opened the door of his apartment and came face to face with Abigail, and he was shocked to see she held a dog in her arms.
“Happy Birthday,” she said.
“What?” He frowned.
“I know last night when I asked to be left alone was out of the blue, but that was because I went to pick up this little girl.”
She was a small dog, a dachshund, dark brown, absolutely adorable, with beautiful eyes.
“You got me a dog?” he asked.
“Yes, I was talking with Catherine, and this little girl likes to have a lot of love, and she likes walks, but she is more of a lazy dog, which I think would be perfect.”
“You got me a dog.”
“And tonight you will need to come to my place. I’ve already got a bed for her, you just have to name her, and she’s all yours.”
Abigail held out the dachshund to him. At first, he didn’t know what to do, then he reached for her, and she snuggled into his arms as if she was always meant to be there.
“She’s precious,” he said.
“Do you want to name her Precious?” Abigail asked.
“No, not Precious. Angel. She’s my Angel,” he said.
Abigail smiled. “See, I told you he was going to love you. He’s a big softie but that is between us. The rest of the world needs to think he’s mean.”
Roman looked toward Abigail, and her gaze fell to his, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt he loved this woman.
“We’ve got to get to work, and then tonight, my place, and you cannot make any excuses. Also, I have all the necessary doggy things to take her into the office.”
“How am I going to work with her?” he asked.
“We’ll see, and you should take this day to be with her, it is your birthday, and one day off will not harm the company. I’ll take care of everything.”