CHAPTER 4-STAY IN YOUR LANE-CONNER, SUMMER, IAN O’KEEFE

[CHAPTER STARTS AT THE END OF THE MEETING BETWEEN CONNER AND SUMMER IN HIS OFFICE]

            “Before I go, here are your messages in priority. However, this one is about the event and I’m afraid it’s addressed to me, but I’m not able to respond to it. I think you may do more and faster about it.” Summer leaned over and placed several messages in front of Conner and tried to broach the subject of one. Conner tried not to watch the low neckline of her blouse fall forward. Damn, the woman had on a lacy pale blue bra under her pale blue blouse. Conner wanted to know if her panties matched her bra. He bet they did, and it would only get better if she wore those thigh-high stockings. He’d love the feel of them on his thighs as he took her. Now he needed to get a grip on himself. How could he work like this?

            “Who’s it from and about what?” Conner thanked his lucky stars. The connection between his brain and mouth was intact, and he could still conduct a business discussion without insulting Summer.

            “It’s from your father and he told me I was uninvited to the dinner we just discussed.” That had Conner stopping what he was doing. He looked up at her as if he couldn’t fathom his father doing that behind his back. She wasn’t sure if his look meant he felt disgusted with his father for countermanding him or angry that his father did this behind his back. “I’m sorry. I don’t feel it’s my place to interfere in this aspect of your business. It feels too personal for me.” Summer made excuses, but he could see they weren’t unreasonable. Conflict could easily end with the end of a new employee’s contract.

            “Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this. You make the arrangements I want and forget you received my father’s message. I’ll tell you how to proceed once I’ve spoken to him and have this corrected. You’ll need to pick up my dry cleaning. I will need it. My tux is there. There’s a list of other things I’ll need you to pick up, and I expect you to bring them with you when we leave. So, schedule accordingly.”

            “Yes, sir. I’ll do it. Summer had a list of personal items he wanted for his trip. She believed she had to buy everything he needed for packing, including clothes. Making all her stops for him would consume most of the day. She didn’t know how she’d get all her things together. “I’ll get on this right away.”

            “Very good.” Once she left the office, Conner left his seat and locked his door. He needed time to himself. Seeing that little piece of lace and her sleek legs encased in stocking had him hard. He’d wanted to pull her over his desk and sink between her thighs. Conner wanted to hear her beg him to make her come on his cock. He wanted to hear her moan and the slick sounds of his cock taking her eager channel.

            Fuck, he was hard. Conner went back to his chair, unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants. He let them fall to his ankles before he sat again. Conner stared at his hard cock in his hand. He could feel the corded veins throb. He needed to work one off or go crazy.

            Conner had seen Gabriella last night with plans to screw her. But as dinner ended, he still had no interest in putting his dick in her again. Clearly, she’d been a one-night wonder. Now, the word wonder was an overstatement. She just didn’t turn his crank.

            Summer, however, now Summer pushed all his buttons without trying to. His cock jumped in his hand as he stroked it. He could feel the ball of need readying to explode from the tip of his cock. Conner liked the slow buildup, but there wasn’t much of it happening now. He enjoyed the electric feel of his pleasure as he imagined Summer’s lips leaving a stain of lipstick at the base of his cock before she sat on his lap and bounced on him. He wanted to hear her moan and cry as he filled her up. God, he’d not wanted it like this since he graduated high school.

            His need distracted his thoughts as he focused on his completion. Conner grabbed some tissues from his desk just in time to catch the ropes of cum as they shot from his tip. His release was perfect as his hand squeezed his shaft as he imagined Summer squeezing him as she experienced a powerful orgasm while he was balls deep in her. It was nearly perfect, only lacking him having sex with her. Whenever Conner had her, he wanted to savor the time. He had no time to waste. Conner had pressing work and no time.

            He sat back and caught his breath. Conner smiled at his cock. He felt better, and he figured he’d dress again before he called his father.

            Several minutes later, he was on the phone to his father. Conner hated calls like this. They mounted to pissing contests with the old man.

            “What do you want, Conner?” Ian O’Keefe said. He answered his phone when he saw his phone screen displayed his son’s name. He’d been waiting for this. Ian expected his son’s personal assistant to complain about being uninvited to the business dinner. It took Conner several hours to get back to him.

            “I want to know where you get off calling my personal assistant and telling her she’s uninvited to a business dinner and inviting the woman I told you I wouldn’t date.” Conner sounded angry. Ian let Conner blow off some steam before he tried to talk to his son.

            “Conner, she’s a decent woman from an excellent family. A family we can’t afford to piss off. You need to suck it up or stop the sabotage, so we don’t need to rely on the Mandelas for support to keep our market share and funding for research.” The boy failed to grasp the broader significance beyond his romantic life. His actions mattered to the business, and he might have to marry Gabriella to save their business.

            “Look, I tried sleeping with her and it’s not happening again. I’ll tell you, if dating her is so important, then you do it. Take one for the team, dad. Because I won’t anymore. She was a serious disappointment, and she’s a nag. I hate listening to her complain about everyone who’s beneath her. She’s a pretty package that’s got something rotten inside.” Ian knew Gabriella was far from perfect for Conner. Yet, their time was running out. They may have to concede to save the family’s business.

            “So, you’ll keep the personal assistant, then?” Ian felt his curiosity rise about the status of things between Conner and his attractive personal assistant. Conner didn’t know how distracting a workplace affair could be, and the company couldn’t survive if he became distracted.

            “Yes, no. I don’t know yet. She has her uses, but she’s a bloody distraction.” Ian could hear how confused his son was. Conner was unsure of his desires and goals. Right now, Ian threw everything at him and watched what would stick. The boy seemed confused about where to direct his gaze. Laughing, Ian thought about his former life. That’s how he’d met Conner’s mother. Few knew that his mother had worked as a bartender at a strip club he’d owned with someone else.