Mid Life Love (Mid Life Love #1)

“Are you shocked at how well your company has done over the years?”


“Yes.” I sucked in a breath as Claire’s tongue teased the tip of my dick, as she swirled it around and around. “I’m very shocked...” I sighed as she started to take me deeper and deeper into her mouth.

“Do you have any words of inspiration for those who are trying to enter the software world? Any advice for those who dream of taking your spot at the top of the technology chain one day?”

God, I love this woman...

“I would tell them to work ten times harder than the hardest working person they know. And that there’s a big difference between talent and persistence: It’s nice to have both, but the latter always wins.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Statham! I think we got everything.” “Happy birthday by the way.” They both reached over my desk and shook my hand.

“No, thank you.” For cutting this interview short...

I stayed glued to my seat and handed them my business card. “If you need anything else, feel free to call me. Make sure my secretary gives both of you a sPhone blue before you leave.”

Their eyes widened and they practically screamed “Thank you” before rushing out of my office.

I buzzed Angela. “Please hold any other meetings until I say so.”

“Yes sir.”

I rolled my chair back and pulled Claire from underneath the desk. I didn’t say anything; I just laughed as she blushed bright red and smiled.

“I can’t believe you did that...” I stood up and pulled her body close to mine. “That was very... inappropriate.” I pressed my lips against hers and ran my fingers through her hair.

She let a moan escape her mouth and I pulled her even closer, kissing her like it was the last time we’d see each other.

“Cancel the rest of your day,” I whispered.

“I can’t...”

“Why not?”

“I really need the overtime...” She caught her breath. “Plus, it’s promo week. Everyone is staying at least two hours over. That’s why our dinner reservation is so late. I can try to come back up at six thirty or—”

“I don’t think so.” I picked up my phone and called Angela. “Could you get me Harry in Executive Affairs please? Thank you... Hello, Harry. How are you? I’m great, thanks for asking. I’m calling because I need you to send out a mass memo from my account. The key code signature is eight, one, zero, five, one, six. Make sure you hit seven on the after screen so I can reset the code once the email has been sent...Are you logged in and ready? Good. Type these exact words: Dear Statham Industries employees, thank you for all your hard work over the years. The company wouldn’t be where it is now without you. To show you how much I mean that, today and Monday are surprise vacation days. You will still be paid for your regular shift and you’ll be awarded an additional two hours of pay per day. Thank you for all that you do. Sincerely, Jonathan Statham.” I hung up.

I didn’t give Claire a chance to react. I pushed her against my desk and pulled her shirt over her head.

“Why would you—”

“Shhh.” I unbuttoned her pants. “I’ll do anything to spend more time with you.” I slid her pants down to the floor and smiled at the new see-through black panties she was wearing. “For my birthday?”

She nodded and I laid her across the desk, determined to kiss every inch of her.

“Mr. Statham!” Angela screamed over the intercom.

WHAT?!

“Yes, Angela?”

“Your lead trust advisor is at my desk. He’s demanding to speak with you about that email you just sent.”

I planted kisses across Claire’s stomach, stifling her moans with my hands. “Tell him I’m busy.”

“He says he’ll wait until you’re free...”

Why can’t people just be f**king normal and accept a free off day? “I’ll be out in twenty minutes.”

“Um...Am I allowed to go home sir?”

“Yes.” I laughed. “See you Tuesday, Angela.” I pulled Claire up and tossed her over my shoulder, laughing at her pitiful attempt to act like she wasn’t enjoying this.

I carried her into my adjoining suite and hit the bathroom lights. “I guess we’ll just relax until everyone leaves.” I set her down in front of the Jacuzzi and ran my hands across her legs. “You’re amazing...Do you know that?”

“So are you...” She kissed me and I turned on the water, pressing the “heated spa” setting.

I unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Then I reached around her neck to unclasp her white and red flag charmed necklace, but she gasped and defensively held her hand over it.

She stepped away from me and took several deep breaths, as if she’d nearly drowned and come up for air. She leaned back against the counter and squeezed her eyes shut.

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