*REQUEST* Tony X Reader Roadtrip

Two over packed duffle bags were thrown at your feet with a loud thump. You looked up from your computer questioningly; you hated to be distracted while working.
“Tony… what’s this?”
He held a smug smirk as he gently placed another bag down, this one much smaller than the others. “I thought it was time for you to have some fun.”
With a roll of the eyes you returned to checking important emails. You had no time for ‘fun’. Well, not if Tony enjoyed making money. As much as Tony thought otherwise, you were the real brains of the operation; you handled all the budgets and publicity

“Aww c’mon ____. Don’t you want to have fun with me?”
“I don’t like what that implies.” You shifted in the black leather office chair uncomfortably.
“And just what do you think I’m implying?” He dragged over a chair, supporting his head with his hand in mock interest.
Giving him a cold glare you sighed. “Your definition of ‘fun’ usually involves copious amounts of alcohol and nakedness.”  
“Not this time babe, I was thinking more along the lines of a road trip?”
Sending off your final email you smirked. “How about… no.”

*Time skip*

 You sat stiffly in the passenger seat of a black corvette, trying to ignore Tony’s constant witty remarks. He threatened to fire you if you didn’t join him on his trip to Florida. Although you believed he wouldn’t go through with it, it was better to be safe than sorry. So here you were, stuck in a car for hours, with a man that, quite frankly got on your nerves.

“Ever been to Florida ____?”
“No.” You snapped.
“Don’t be like that. You might as well make the most of the trip and get to know me.”
“No.”
In the corner of your eye you could see him smirking, his dark sunglasses hiding his chocolate coloured eyes. Great, one thing you forgot was that he enjoyed the occasional challenge.
The car ride was blissfully silent for the next forty-five minutes. You spent most of those staring out of the window and daydreaming. Disturbingly a lot of your daydreams seemed to revolve around the billionaire sitting beside you. He was very handsome, but there was no way you liked him. You preferred guys without massive egos. So why then, could you not stop yourself from wondering what it would be like to kiss him?

You watched as Tony fiddled with the CD player selecting a play list that he seemed to have made just for this trip.  
“I hope you like classic rock. Actually to be honest, I don’t care whether you like it or not. It’s what we’re going to be listening to.”
Somehow a smile found its way onto your otherwise stern face. “I suppose I’ll be able to endure it.”
“She speaks.”

Tony tapped along to ‘Highway to Hell’ with a grin, and you couldn’t help but join in when he began to sing along to the lyrics. Soon the both of you were laughing and doing your best Bon Scott impressions. His was definitely a whole lot better than yours.
“You know _____ you’re not bad company, once you get rid of that pole up your ass.”
“Excuse me? I don’t have a pole up my ass, I can be fun.”
He scoffed. “When you’re not working which is… let me think, never.”
Raising your eyebrow you frowned. “Tony, I’m not always serious.”
“So if I was to pull over, and suggest we have our own little party in here you wouldn’t mind?”
He had got to be kidding, but you played along anyway. “No.”

With a screech of tires, Tony pulled over to the hard shoulder, turning to you with a smile. Lowering his dark glasses his brown eyes looked you up and down. A knot formed in your stomach as he softly brushed his hand down your arm.
“Are you sure ___?” His voice was deep and full of lust, a way you had never heard him before.
Swallowing hard your gaze met his. “Yes.”
Before you had a chance to second guess yourself his lips crashed roughly against your own.  It was time to finally give into your repressed feelings.