Dylan

"We've done some of our own tests and the fuel is not completely biodegradable," my COO, Andy, informed me on the phone.

"How the fuck did our team not know this before the deal?" I yelled back.

"We saw it ourselves, Dylan. Unfortunately, what we saw wasn't what we were sold," he continued.

"I need you to find out who was responsible for testing the product before we fucking bought all of it," I ordered. I'll fucking fire the guy. "And talk to our lawyers, make them go over the contract and see what we can do about this. I want their asses sued." I hung up.

I was enraged when I found out that the company I had recently bought had lied to us by claiming their fuel was better than that of other similar companies. They were mixing normal fuel with their biodegradable one and that's why theirs had been more efficient. This was the first project I had started on my own and it was turning out to be a disaster.

Fuelled by my anger, I pushed the vase on my desk with all my strength. It fell to the ground and shattered, the glass splattering all across the floor.

I stared at the flowers that were probably cursing at me from the ground. Rose had put them there. I reached down to pick them off the floor but ended up cutting my hand on a piece of glass. A short hiss escaped my mouth as the glass broke my skin and blood slowly started dripping out.

"What happened?" Rose's sweet voice made me look up.

She was standing in my doorway wearing only shorts and a tank top. She had a look of concern on her face as her eyes drifted to the glass shards on the floor and finally landed on my bleeding palm.

"Oh, my God, Dylan. You idiot, what did you do," she scolded as she started to make her way to me.

"No, don't come here. There's glass everywhere," I shouted and she stopped and looked down at her feet. The only thing protecting them were her socks.

"Ugh, wait here," she ordered and walked out.

A few moments later, she walked back in wearing slippers and holding a first-aid kit. Carefully stepping around the glass, she made her way over to me and then dragged me to the bed.

"Mind telling me why you trashed that poor vase," she asked softly as she began cleaning my wound.

"Just some problems at work. I kind of lost it for a sec," I explained.

She looked up at me, her hazel eyes giving me a questioning look. "What's going on," she asked as she started wrapping a bandage around my hand.

I explained the whole situation to her and she listened intently without interrupting. Her warm hands around mine made my insides feel fuzzy.

"All done," she beamed as she lifted up my hand and admired her handiwork. I didn't want her to let go but she did.

"I'm sure it'll all work itself out," she said with a smile. For some reason, her words gave me comfort and I actually believed her.

Her hair was tied up with a few strands around her face. The soft caramel in her honey irises twinkled as I looked at her. She stared back at me through her thick lashes. She wasn't wearing any makeup except a transparent lip balm on her plump, pink lips. Fuck, she was so beautiful. All I wanted in that instant was to taste her lips. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her so I just nodded.

She started to leave but I grabbed her wrist and yanked her back to me. My lips immediately found hers. I could feel her smile as our lips moulded together. It made my heart go into overdrive and it threatened to leave my chest as I devoured her strawberry flavoured lips.

"Are you trying to score pity sex," she raised a quizzical brow at me as she pulled away to catch her breath.

"Maybe," I just shrugged.

The truth is, in that moment, I would've been content with just holding her close to me, but I could never tell her that or she would run for the hills.

"Alright, then," she chuckled as she sat on top of me. Her hands knotted in my hair as she pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. I grabbed her by the waist with both my hands and she melted into me. The way she responded to my touch was probably my favourite thing in the world now.

Her hands trailed across my chest as she found the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. She pushed my back onto the bed and my head landed on the pillow. Placing soft kisses on my skin, she travelled from my neck, onto my chest, all the way to the waistband of my sweatpants. My cock was already as hard as a rock by now. She pulled the sweatpants off and looked up at me. She gave me a slight smirk as she licked it all the way to the tip.

In an instant, her mouth wrapped around my dick.

"Fuck, Rose," I groaned as she started sucking and taking it in. My hand grabbed her hair as I manoeuvred her mouth around me. She continued to go at it, non-stop, and I felt so close to my release. I thrusted my hips as I fucked her mouth and in a few more seconds, I came inside her. Her eyes shot up and her gaze pierced mine as she swallowed.

She came over and sat on my stomach as I relished in the pleasure of what she just did to me. She let me catch my breath before she spoke again.

"So, you up for round two? 'Cause I wanna have some fun as well," she demanded as she crossed her hands around the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. I had seen a lot of girls take their shirt off in front of me and this was by far, the sexiest. My cock twitched in approval.

"Always," I replied as I pulled her face down and found her lips again. I trailed my hands all the way from her neck to her lower back. She squirmed above me and suddenly broke into a fit of giggles.

"No, Dylan. Stop," she squealed as she grabbed my hands and pulled them away from her back. I stared at her in confusion.

"My back is very ticklish," she informed. Fuck me, why was she so adorable?

She sat back on top of me and took my cock in her hand, rubbing it slowly as it hardened to its full length, once again. Getting rid of her shorts and panties, she slid onto me. I grabbed her waist and watched her bite her lip as she slowly started moving her hips. She unclasped her bra and pulled it off. Placing her hands on top of mine, she dragged them across her body, all the way up to her large tits. Her head fell back as I squeezed them and proceeded to play with her nipples. She picked up the pace, her moans now filling up the room.

Her hips moved faster and she started pulling out and crashing back onto me again and again. My hands grabbed her ass and I tilted upwards to meet her. Her back arched and her legs started to shake. I could see her reach her orgasm and I felt myself getting close too. With a few more thrusts, her body crumbled around me as I came.

She fell on the bed beside me, panting. Her head rested on my chest with an arm draped across me. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her even closer. This is how I always wanted it to be.

Once she steadied her breathing, I felt her struggle to break free from my embrace and leave. I was so fucking done with her stupid rules.

"No. Stay," I whispered. And she did.