Chapter 10

David

The next morning, I head into the office early. Devastated to have to leave Tara curled up alone in my bed, but eager to get this press conference out of the way and clear my name of Selina Adams' allegations.

The room buzzes with anticipation as I step onto the stage, the bright lights of the conference room illuminating the eager faces of the reporters, sitting straight in their chairs, hands posed on their laptops ready to type away. The thought that these people have the power to shape the perception of the public regarding my company scares me a little. I have always hated leaving my fate up to others, but this is a necessary evil.

Taking a deep breath, I adjust the microphone and clear my throat lightly. "Good morning, everyone," I begin, looking directly into their faces. "Thank you for joining us today as we unveil the latest developments from MicroBot Tech and set the record straight regarding some accusations that were wagered against me and my company.

We have always and will always put the people's welfare first. This company was founded on principles of innovation, sustainability, and social responsibility. Harry Schultz, the late co-founder of MicroBot, and I shared a vision of leveraging technology to address pressing societal challenges while prioritizing ethical business practices. We worked hard, persevering despite the limitations of corporate bureaucracy stifling scientific innovation. From the inception of MicroBot, we made a pact to never compromise our values for short-term gains.

Harry's legacy lives on in every aspect of our company, guiding us to remain steadfast in our commitment to serving humanity and the planet. Together, we pioneered advancements in clean energy, and beyond, always with a focus on improving lives and protecting the environment.

As we move forward, I am honored to continue championing the values that Harry and I held dear. Our dedication to putting people first will remain the cornerstone of MicroBot Tech, driving us to push the boundaries of innovation—speaking of, I would like to introduce my team and show you the wonderful people I get to work with."

I gesture to the panel of employees assembled on each side of me, representing the diverse teams that drive our company forward. I introduce each member, highlighting their expertise and their commitment to the company's innovation.

After the introductions, I open the floor to questions from the press. Hands fly up and I start to pick randomly. Many of the questions are about our technology innovations and I answer them as clearly as I can.

Amidst the flurry of inquiries and camera flashes, my attention is suddenly drawn to a familiar golden-haired beauty standing at the back of the room.

Tara.

My heart skips a beat like it always does when she's near me. Our gazes clash and suddenly the world around us fades away. She smiles, a slow intimate tilt of her lips, causing my heart to do a cartwheel. I never thought I was capable of feeling butterflies until I met Tara Schultz.

Oh, she's capable of making me feel so many things.

As soon as I see her, I know my time on stage is up. I need her in my arms, need to talk to her about something that came to me on stage.

I turn and gesture towards Tonia, my publicist, "Miss James here will answer your questions and attend to any other concerns you may have," I say with a polite smile and nod. "Good day, ladies and gentlemen of the press."

Tonia blinks at me in surprise as I usher her to the podium. Ignoring the questions in her eyes and the confused expressions of the other employees around, I walk off the stage. Of course, it wasn't in the plan for Tonia to take over, but I trust her to wrap things up perfectly. I've done my part, it's up to people to believe my noble intentions and focus on our tech, not the chatter surrounding me.

Right now, all I can see is Tara, and the urgency to hold her in my arms grows stronger even as I make my way towards her. Her smile seems to grow bigger with every step I take while my blood roars louder in my ears. When I finally reach her, I pull her into my arms and hold her body tightly against mine. I drop my head to her shoulder, deeply inhaling her sweet scent.

I can't believe how much I missed her in only a few hours. This woman has me in a hold I didn't think was possible.

Tara pulls back to look at my face back with an amused chuckle. "You'd think we didn't wake up in the same bed this morning."

I groan, squeezing her closer. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about actually. I think you should work here. You're brilliant, this company is yours by right, and you being here will allow us to spend every moment of the day together. What do you think?"

She looks up at me with a mix of shock and what appears to be love, "Oh, David, I would love to work here! After you finally helped me understand the processes, I've been coming up with nonstop ideas on how to improve fuel production, I think we could make this company even more special, and I would love to contribute to my dad's legacy here," she says, a tear dripping down her cheek.

I pick her up and spin her around. She's where she was always meant to be, in my arms, in our company. I know she'll fit right in.

She giggles as I hold her off the ground and I think it's the most beautiful sound in the world.

"You were amazing up there," Tara says, her eyes brimming with admiration and affection as she looks up at my face. "You were so charismatic. And sexy."

"Sexy, uh?" I mutter, lowering my mouth to hers in a lingering kiss.

"People are looking, David," Tara says in a stage whisper, her face flushing lightly with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement.

"Let them look," I whisper huskily, catching her lower lips between mine. I kiss her again, loving the little helpless moan that escapes her lips. "I want the whole world to know that you're mine."

Hell, I'd marry her right then and there if I could find an officiant.

Tara's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink, but she kisses me back, melting into me with a soft sigh.

"Come on, baby. Let's get out of here," I say, taking her hand in mine and leading her away from the probing eyes of reporters and company employees. I'm sure everyone is wondering and speculating, especially since I haven't been publicly seen with any woman before. They're probably wondering who Tara is and what our relationship is. Not like I care to satisfy their curiosity.

As we walk down the hall down the hallway that leads away from the conference room towards my office, I can feel my veins thrumming with a viscous need, an inexplicable hunger that's gradually consuming the whole of me. But I've always felt this way about her. It won't matter how many times we kiss, how many times we make love, I'll always want more of her.

My heart leaps at the sight of my office door and I hurry my steps, pulling her along. The need for her seems to grow stronger with each step until it becomes almost unbearable.

Finally reaching my office, I fumble with the keys, letting out a satisfied groan when it finally clicks open. I pull Tara inside with me, closing the door behind us with a soft click. With a hunger that borders on desperation, I press her against the wall, my lips finding hers in a fevered kiss. She responds with equal fervor, her hands tearing at me,

I lift her and carry her to my desk, clearing off the content on it with a swift sweep of my hand before placing her gently on the dark wooden surface.

"Now, spread your legs for me, baby," I commanded in a gruff voice, running my hands up her thighs. "I'm hungry."

A deep blush flushed her face, but she complied, spreading her legs apart until her dress bunched at her hips. I let out a feral growl at the sight of her lacy white thong. Positioning my palms on her thighs, I spread them even wider as I lowered my mouth to her sex. Grasping the tongue with my teeth, I pull it down her thighs. Tara laughs, raising her legs for easier access. Then I throw the panties aside and bury my head between her thighs.

The sweet sound of her moans fills the room, urging me on as I savor the taste of her. Her hips buck desperately beneath my mouth, driving me wild with desire. Then she came, hard and fast.

"My turn," she mutters, jumping off the seat before I can say anything. She stands in front of me, her eyes gleaming with naughty mischief as she lowers herself in front of me.

"I've always wanted to do this, baby," she says, running her fingers over the bulge in my pants.

My cock rears to life at her term of endearment. I tuck my hand beneath her chin, lifting her face to mine. "Say that again."

"Baby," she repeats more slowly this time, her fingers closing around the zip of my fly.

"Oh, fuck," I mutter, throwing my head back as pleasure surges through me. I close my eyes, surrendering myself to her mercy.

She takes out my cock and puts it in her mouth. My breath itches as the heat of her mouth surrounds me. I try to move, but it feels as if my body is tied down by invisible threads. I feel myself growing bigger and harder inside her mouth as she suctions her cheeks. I open my eyes to look down at her, barely remembering to breathe. Her tongue slides around my length, soft and wet, driving me over the edge of pleasure. Just as I feel my climax building up, I pull her up and push her against the desk, her back to me.

She moans softly as I slide my hands down her silky curves, sliding my thumb into her warm sheath. She gasps softly, arching her perfectly round ass in response. I withdraw my thumb and slide in two fingers.

"Fuck, baby, you're wet," I hum, rubbing my palm over her smooth ass.

Wet. And warm. And Deep.

Always so ready for me.

Slowly, I guide my cock underneath her ass, then drive it inside her pussy. I grunt loudly, almost paralyzed by the pleasure of entering. She exhales as I sink deeper into her warmth, her arm muscles bunching from gripping too hard onto the desk.

Her pussy feels like home, causing my erection to grow larger and harder. I feel like I'm about to burst wide open. Then she rocks back, pushing her ass against my crotch, taking me in deeper. I grab her hips and thrust hard, slamming against her butt, again and again, until she becomes a whimpering mess.

I grunt deeply, and gently pull her upwards by her hair, turning her head sideways. Then I lean over to seize her mouth in a hard kiss and slide my hand down the front of her dress to cup her breast. I squeeze roughly, loving the way her moan reverberates in my mouth.

I let her go and she grinds backward, gasping, as I plunge savagely into her, driving my cock deeper each time. She throws her head back, to look me in the eyes, her glassy green eyes half closed in ecstasy, her golden hair cascading down her sexy arched back…

And because I couldn't resist again, I slid my hand across her back, gathering the silky strands of her hair in my hands… I tug at it tightly, as I shove my dick deeper into the now slick lips of her pussy.

"Oh God, baby," she lets out, falling forward onto the desk as her body quivers helplessly in the throes of orgasm.

I continue slamming into her, banging hard against her sexy ass. I let go of caution and control, giving in to my animalistic urge, groaning and moaning.

I smack her ass and she cries my name, shaking even harder as she comes all over again.

"Please… Please…" she sobs, her voice raspy and do damn sexy.

I can feel myself getting closer, my cock throbbing and pulsing in anticipation. I grip her body harder, ramming in one last time and she screams my name. That was the last straw. I pull out of her with a forceful grunt, my blood roaring in my ears as pleasure explodes in every fiber of my being. My balls feel as though they turn inside-out as I spurt my seed on her back.

"Fuck, you're so hot," I whisper, watching my juice drip down her bare ass. I wrap my arms around her, holding her body tightly against mine.

Were both breathing hard and fast.

Much later, after we've cleaned up and settled into a cozy snuggle on the long couch in my office, Tara sits up and turns to look at my face with a curious expression.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, honey," I reply, wondering if I imagined the worry that flashes in her eyes.

"Why do you pull out when we make love?" She asks, her cheeks reddening up in embarrassment. "Are you scared I'd tie you down with a baby or something?"

"I would love nothing more than for you to carry my child, Tara," I say, taking her hand in mine. I squeeze gently and wait for her to look at me before I continue. "But I also understand the fact that you have your dreams and aspirations, you're about to start a new career and I don't want to pressure you into anything you're not ready for. I love you, Tara, enough to…"

"Y-you love me?" She asks, blinking at me in disbelief.

"From the very moment I signed you out of jail, little bird… I fell head over heels for you."

Tara laughs even as her eyes shimmer with tears. "Oh, my goodness, David, I love you too!"

A rush of warmth floods through me at her admission and I lean forward to kiss her firmly on the lips. "I know, baby… I know that."

"I'll get an IUD," she blurts, then laughs sheepishly. "It's just… I want to feel your seed inside of me when you come."

"Now, you're getting me all fired up again, Mrs. Armitage," I say, pulling her back against my body.

"Mrs. Armitage," Tara asks, straining her neck to look at my face. "Is that a proposal?"

I grin, unable to contain my excitement. "Consider it a preview," I reply, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "But if you're asking for the real deal, then yes, Tara Schultz, will you marry me?"

Tara's eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting in astonishment. "Yes, David Armitage, a thousand times yes!" she exclaims, throwing her arms around my neck.

I wrap my arms around her, laughing as I hold her tightly against me. I can't believe I'm going to marry the girl of my dreams, she's brilliant, she's beautiful, and she's mine.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?