Make Me Yours: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story (12 page)

Dean shrugged, “I
don’t know. I think you were brilliant.”

“
You’re
biased,” Meaghan protested.

Dean stopped and
took her lips with his, kissing her thoroughly.

“
Yes.
I am,” he said.

Poppy walked into the offices
of Drs. Dreyfuss and Dreyfuss, bypassing the receptionist who made
only a token attempt to stop her – she was well known in that
office – and proceeded to barge into Dr. Dreyfuss senior’s
office like a whirlwind of temper. Luckily the doctor was between
patients so no-one other than himself was there to witness the
dressing down he was getting by one of his more influential clients.
It was only because she
was
influential that Dr. Dreyfuss did not have her thrown out of his
office forthwith.

“
How incompetent are you
people here? Why did you not inform my husband that it was possible
to improve his quality of life through robotics? Why did we have to
hear it from some upstart gold digger trying to worm her way into my
family?” she demanded. Dr. Dreyfuss had sat up at the word
‘upstart’, his eyes widening as he tried to make sense of
Poppy’s words.

“
Mrs. Wesson, kindly have
a seat; will you drink some water?” he tried to stall only to
be bulldozed out of the way like a piece of flax weed.

“
If I wanted water Dr.
Dreyfuss I would have asked for it. And I will thank you not to
patronize me with your smarmy tone. I have a good mind to take my
business elsewhere. How could you be so remiss?” she hissed.

“
Mrs. Wesson, the
treatment you speak of is at an experimental stage as we speak. I
cannot believe you let some charlatan turn your head like this Poppy.
You know that your family’s welfare is foremost in our minds at
all times,” Dr. Dreyfuss soothed.

Poppy allowed herself to be led to the chair and
deposited in it as a glass of water was placed in her hands. Dr.
Dreyfuss retreated back to his chair and sat forward, hands steepled
on the table and face leaning into his hands.

“
Now,” he said.
“Tell me all about this woman and the treatment she suggested.”

*****

Said woman was ensconced in her office trying to
catch up on her medical reports when a soft knock on her door
distracted her. She glanced up at it, giving vague permission for
whomever it was to come in and then went back to her work. Dean stuck
his head in the door grinning at her.

“
Hey beautiful,” he
said making her smile in spite of herself.

“
Hey yourself. I’m
working, what're you doin’ here?” she said pretending to
be intensely interested in the papers on her desk.

“
I brought you a
sandwich,” he said extracting one of his hands from behind his
back to present her with a brown paper bag with the name of one of
her favorite deli's emblazoned on it. Her eyes brightened and she
grinned happily at him.

“
Oohhh! Come in, come
in,” she said standing up and ushering him enthusiastically
into the room. He laughed at her but came in and carefully closed the
door behind him; going so far as to turn the lock.

“
Hmm,” Meaghan said
watching him.

“
Yeah…so,”
Dean said coming forward to place the brown paper bag on the crowded
table before looking up at her. “I’ve missed you.”

“
Really? From like…this
morning?” Meaghan asked trying and failing to disguise her smug
undertone.

Dean shrugged, unapologetic, “I’m
needy like that.”

“
You’re telling
me,” Meaghan said pushing her chair back so she could walk
around the desk to him. She placed her hand gently on his ass and
squeezed, face impassive. “How is work?” she asked
kneading his ass cheek as she did so.

“
Umm,” Dean managed
to get out, his reddening face turned slightly away from her; the
better to bite his lip and grimace in helpless arousal.

“
Good?” she
inquired transferring her hand to his other cheek.

“
Uh,” Dean replied
bending slightly forward so his ass was more firmly ensconced in her
hand. She obliged by increasing the pressure in her kneading, and
changing tactics slightly by running her hand up and down his crack.

“
I’ll take that as
a yes,” she said, her voice still cool and impassive as if she
did nothing more than hold a casual conversation with a co-worker.
Then her kneading began to get more intense, a little bit desperate,
harder…and Dean’s moaning got loud, mouth open, head
thrown back. “Wow. You are enjoying this aren’t you?”
Meaghan whispered throatily in his ear. Dean could do nothing but
groan some more and lean back into her hand. Her other hand ghosted
up his back, prying his shirt loose from his pants and then burrowing
inside to caress his naked back. Dean was making some sounds that
would indicate his extreme pleasure in what she was doing, although
really, she wasn’t doing much except touching him a little;
maybe running her nails against the sensitive skin below his shoulder
and tracing the width of those shoulders in reverent wonder.

“
Meaghan,” he
whispered and everything that he wanted was in her name. she reached
her hands forward beneath his shirt to cradle his chest and play with
his nipples. He groaned as his hand reached up to snag one of hers
and urge it lower to the tent in his pants.

“
Ohh,” she murmured
sounding pleased. “I love it when you want me in the most
inappropriate places,” she whispered in his ear making him
laugh breathlessly.

“
I want you everywhere,”
he breathed back at her and thrust forward into the circle her hands
made around him. Meaghan’s other hand crept behind to grasp his
ass again and she kneaded him as he thrust forward into her other
hand. She was content to get him off like that but as fast as a
whirlwind, before she even had the wherewithal to understand what he
was doing, he had turned the tables. She was bent over her own desk
with her little red skirt riding above her tush which was thrust out,
exposed to the elements since she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She did that sometimes, just to air things out but Dean gave a
pleased laugh as if she’d done it strictly for his benefit. She
felt him seeking, penis poking against her ass and her thigh before
finding its way between her legs and pressing slowly into her. She
closed her eyes, the better to enjoy the sensation of being widened
and filled; possessed by Dean in a way that was all encompassing and
yet empowering. He made that tiny sound of surrender he always made
when he was wedged deep inside her and she couldn’t help but
feel a small thrill of triumph…every single time. She was
dripping wet and ready, her body swollen with need and she needed him
to fuck her hard. He seemed to realize this because he withdrew fully
from her and then thrust deep into her again, not sparing her at all.
He did it again…and again and she could feel that core of heat
inside her spreading and swelling, ready to swallow her up, she could
hardly wait. But suddenly, inexplicably, he slowed down. Talking was
out of the question but she uttered an incoherent sound of protest.

“
I…give me a
minute or I’ll come right this minute. Just keep perfectly
still,” he said holding her hips tight so she couldn’t
wriggle under him, much as she wanted to. She gave him the time he
asked for but the curious core of heat continued to grow, filling her
mind with urgency and desperation, wanting to be released so it could
run rampant all over her body and leave her weak and shaking. Her
lips let out a small sound of need and suddenly Dean was shuddering
behind her, his seed filling her up as he let out pained groans and
shook to completion. His body flopped forward onto her back and she
shook her head in negation.

“
No,” she
protested.

“
I told you not to move,”
he chided. Then he withdrew from her and flipped her over depositing
her legs on his shoulders and burying his face between her legs.

She gasped. “What are you doing?”

“
Whaoifhooi?” was
the mumbling she heard as his tongue touched parts of her she never
expected to be in
anyone’s
mouth?
A white hot bolt of pleasure streaked across her body as his tongue
landed on the delicate flesh inside her most secrets parts. His
magical tongue circled that piece of flesh, making Meaghan leak
everywhere and then he
sucked
and Meaghan couldn’t hold the sound in anymore. She screamed
out loud and then promptly held her hand to her mouth in
mortification. Dean remained undaunted, though she could feel him
smile against her sensitive skin. She could feel the ball of heat
spreading, permeating every cell in her body, eliminating all other
stimuli – then her vision went white and she felt herself float
away into the ceiling, her body light as a feather….

She came to, hearing pounding on her door and Dean
straightening her clothing.

“
Dr. Leonard?” a
deep voice asked urgently from the other side of the door. “Is
everything alright?”

Meaghan absolutely froze for a moment before
opening her mouth and attempting to get something out. “Uh,
er…yes everything is fine. I’m sorry, I thought I saw a
rat,” she gasped breathlessly, hoping whomever it was would go
away and leave her to her mortification in peace.

“
You sure?” the
voice asked not sounding convinced.

“
I’m sure. Thank
you for your concern,” she said. Dean had put her clothes back
in respectable order but the room
reeked
of sex and she wasn’t ready to face a disciplinary committee or
even just the damage to her reputation if whoever was behind that
door found out what was going on here. She glanced at Dean, expecting
him to be looking as embarrassed as she felt but his face was
impassive, though there seemed to be a bit of a smug smile playing on
his face. She punched him in the arm just on general principles but
all it did was widen his smile.

“
Okay then, I’ll go
now,” the voice said seemingly waiting for her relieved
acquiescence before walking away. She tried to glare at Dean though
her body was feeling a bit too languid to completely pull it off.

“
What'd you do that for?”
she asked as if she really minded.

Dean quirked his brow at her. “Are you
trying to claim you didn’t enjoy it?” he challenged.

“
Of course I enjoyed it,”
Meaghan said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “that
is so not the point.”

“
What’s the point?”
Dean asked running his hands up and down Meaghan’s sides. She
sighed shaking her head at his obtuseness.

“
Nothing,” she said
moving away from him. “Did you bring your own sandwich cause
you’re not sharing mine,” she declared picking up the
paper bag.

Dean smiled, “Actually I was just dropping
that off, I have a lunch meeting with a new investor – he wants
to woo me into a partnership I think.”

“
Really? As in he wants
to buy into Wesson Diamonds?” Meaghan asked exactly as if she
actually cared.

“
I’m not sure. I
think he has mines in South Africa and wants to speak to us about
distribution,” he said as he tucked in his shirt.

“
Okay well,”
Meaghan said coming to straighten his collar and check that he had no
untoward stains. “I think you’re ready for your close up
now,” she said.

Dean smiled, leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll
see you later.”

“
Yes dear,” Meaghan
smiled back at him. He turned around and walked out with a small wave
as she dug into her sandwich. It was her favorite kind, chicken,
cheese and onions.

“
I have the best
boyfriend in the world,” she said to no-one and then froze;
hoping frantically that whoever had heard her scream was not still
loitering in the corridor. Seeing Dean walk out of her office would
just put a different (more accurate) slant on her screaming and lord
knew she did not need that shit. Especially not at work when she was
in the midst of her residency and trying her best to impress her
supervisor, Dr. Conrad Shelley who also happened to be the director
at her locum job where she fulfilled her lifelong dream to do
community outreach. She stood up again and opened her door
tentatively, peeking out to see who was in the corridor. A solitary
cleaner was moving a mop from side to side at the other end of the
corridor and two patients were sitting on a bench outside a closed
door that she
thought
led
to phlebotomy but that was it. She studied the patients, wondering if
they’d heard anything but they seemed too absorbed in their own
pain to notice much else.

Meaghan pulled her head back into the room and
shut the door, flopping onto the couch to eat her sandwich and hope
for the best.

*****

Dean was slightly late for
lunch but he just could not give less of a fuck right now. The person
he was meeting wanted something from
him
not the other way around. He was fine with making them work for it.
His team of private investigators had already looked into the firm
behind this meeting known as De Beers. They’d uncovered a few
questionable practices in the past but the company was currently
under new management. Dean licked his lips tasting Meaghan on his
tongue – interspersed with the salty bitter taste of his own
come that he’d licked out of her center. He could feel himself
getting hard again just thinking about it and adjusted his pants to
accommodate his swelling member. Just then he spotted his hosts
standing up at their table waiting for him; looked like they’d
spotted him too. Hopefully his arousal was not immediately apparent…