With her other hand she pushes me down so that I’m leaning against the table, grips my cock tightly and begins to stroke me. Long hard furious strokes like she is in a rush.
I let out a strangled growl.
“Tristan? Rebecca asks. “Did you say something?”
“Just something stuck in my throat.”
Elly stifles a snigger and I give her a severe look. She continues to stroke my cock as if this was the most natural thing in the world to do to me right in the middle of a board meeting.
She releases my fingers from inside her. That’s it, game over. She doesn’t have the nerve to go further. Not my sensible Elly.
But she was luring me into a false sense of security.
She wraps one of her legs around my hip, and before I can react, she spreads herself open with her hands, lowering herself onto my throbbing cock.
A hiss escapes through my gritted teeth.
“Final agenda item,” Simon, Head of Recruitment, says, oblivious to the fact I’ve got my cock buried deep in Elly. “The open managing partner position we need to fill ASAP to cover Oceania.
Tristan, we have candidates lined up ready for interview.”
“Good,” I grunt, as Elly rides my cock, controlling the tempo with her hips. I can’t stop this even if I wanted to.
“Are you going to fly out to Sydney for the final interviews or do you want to do them remotely?” Simon asks.
“Yes,” I groan in response, unable to complete a coherent sentence whilst Elly is riding me like a crazed cowgirl.
“Um, I’m not clear on which option, sir. Do you mean you are coming to Sydney?” Elly clenches hard around me. I’m so close. I can’t stop.
I close my eyes and grip the edge of the table with both hands like my life depends on it.
Fuck me.
“Yes. I’m…coming,” I call out in a strangled voice as my whole body tenses and I explode hard inside of her in a final jerk.
I let out a ragged breath. “Are we done?” I bark.
“No further items for today,” Rebecca says tentatively.
I hang up without saying goodbye. I’ll have to apologise later and say I’m having a bad day.
“Elly.” I stare at her, trying to steady my breathing. “Never mind your job, if I didn’t own the company, you might get me fired.”
She winks. “Just showing you who’s boss.”
Epilogue
One year later
Tristan
“Are you okay, Tristan? Your forehead seems sweaty.”
No, I am not fucking okay. I’m far from okay. My nerves are shot to pieces and my heartbeat feels like it’s in my head. I’m surprised Elly can’t hear it through the headset. I won’t tell that to Elly, no one wants to hear that their pilot is fraught with nerves. A Scotch would be good right about now but that’s not the best solution operating a helicopter over central London.
Funny enough, I wasn’t nervous the first time round doing this, which speaks volumes.
I take a deep breath and try to get a grip. I must breathe loudly into the mic because she looks over at me again, this time more warily.
Now, I’m making her nervous.
I have thirty minutes left on the route approved by air traffic control clearance. If Jack, Danny and Charlie aren’t ready, I’ll blow a fuse.
“I think we’ll pass the golf course,” she says innocently. “Danny and Jack might see us!” I know we will and yes, they will.
We soar 800 metres over the city taking in the capital’s iconic landmarks. The Shard. The Gherkin.
The Walkie Talkie. They’re just bricks and glass today, I can’t focus on them.
I glance over at Elly who is scanning the scenery, obvious to what’s going on in my head.
She’s perfect.
My heart tugs like it does every time I look at her. It’s only been months, not years, but when you know, you know.
A few months back, we moved in together into a quaint little mews house in Notting Hill. Turns out I don’t need a four-storey townhouse with a cinema room and two bars when I have my Elly with me every night.
Megan’s paintings hang in the hallway and are the first thing you see when you enter the house. It was a sweetener for taking her flatmate away from her. She only overcharged me three times the going rate this time, so I got off lightly. Jack let her keep the painting in the lobby of his Waterloo apartment block and he only had to pay double. I think she’s got a bit of a crush.
Daniel stays with us three days a week now. We eventually reached a fragile peace treaty with Gemina a few months back and it was Elly I have to thank for that. She went for the strategy of killing her with kindness. Whilst they will never be best buddies, Elly’s consistent checking in on her and inviting her to occasional lunches wore her down. In fact, for the first time in years I invited Gemina over for lunch at mine and all cutlery remained unbroken.
Daniel now has two dads and I’ve nearly come to terms with that. What matters most is his happiness, not mine, Gemina’s or Matias’s.
“We’re coming up to the golf course now,” I say with a lump in my throat. I fumble with the side compartment to find the box. This is it.
“Are they having some type of event at the clubhouse?” She squints down. “I can’t see, I need my glasses.”
For fuck’s sake. I can’t fly any lower.
“Oh!” she cries. “There’s a massive sign on the ground! Like the banners you see flying behind planes.”
Yes, except we are doing it the other way round.
“What does it say?” I ask, using one hand on the controls to hover above the golf course and the other balancing the black box on my thigh.
“Uh…” Her nose wrinkles as she tries to make it out. “Someone is proposing…it says, Will you marry-” She stops short. “Elly,” she whispers into her headset. “Will you marry me, Elly.” That’s my queue.
“Elly, this is my way of sweeping you off your feet.” I try not to stutter my way through the words. “I love you. More than anyone I’ve ever loved before. I want to start a family with you.” I pause and lift the ring box in my sweaty hand, snapping it open. “Elly Andric, will you marry me?”
Her hands fly to her mouth then she lets out a loud screech that assaults my ears through the headset. That’s it, that’s all she offers.
Is she going to answer the goddamn question?
Her mouth seems frozen in shock. Shit, is she going to say no?
I might crash the helicopter if she does, I don’t think my poor heart can take it. Perhaps I didn’t think this romantic proposal through.
“Elly?” I hold out the ring, waiting.
It’s nowhere as ostentatious as the one I bought for Gemina. Elly and I don’t need to speak in money to each other. With Elly’s mother from Pasman, the island known as the green gem of Croatia, and my parents from the Emerald Isle, it felt right to get a green gemstone.
I need both hands to start turning soon so she needs to make up her mind. “Are you gonna just keep me hanging?”
Her eyes lock on mine as she chokes back tears. “Yes.” A single word has never sounded so good.
“Yes, I will marry you. Oh, come on, how can I say no to the irresistible Tristan Kane?”