Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Any time you want me, any way you want me, sweetheart. You can have me.” I keep up the movements. Serena’s eyes lock on my cock, she licks her lips, and I have to take a deep breath.
“I’d take you so deep. You’d hold the back of my head, and I’d swallow. God, I’d swallow all of you, every last drop.” That tips me over.
“Serena.” I grunt with each pulse that rolls through me. Holding back is no longer possible, and I let my orgasm take me under.
“I can see the appeal in watching me come now, especially after that. Promise me next time we’re in the same room, neither of us in clothes, and maybe instead of just your fingers, I can have the real thing?” she asks, but it’s more than that. Serena is telling me what she wants, and I’m more than willing to give her everything.
“Yeah, sweetheart. We can do that.”
“When?” She sits up and swings her legs over the edge of her bed. Damn if my cock doesn’t attempt to perk up again.
“Tomorrow night, I’ll be at your place after work since Mackie will be with you.” I should clean up the mess I created, except I’m too busy watching Serena move around her room, phone in hand, not caring about being in the nude.
“I’ll make dinner, and I’ll give you a key in case I’m out walking Mackie when you get here,” she replies, covering her mouth as she yawns.
“Sounds like a plan. Get some rest, and I’ll see you in the morning, sweetheart.” We finish saying our goodbyes. She’s hesitant to do so, and me trying to do the right thing to let her sleep is a prolonged process. By the time we hang up, she’s in bed, nearly asleep.
12
CREW
“You good so far?” I ask Serena the next day. It was on the tip of my tongue to offer to meet her in the parking garage and walk with her into the building. Then I thought better of it, hearing her say no because of a question I asked and already knew the answer to would be stupid. There’s also the fact that she has something to prove. Todd’s her uncle, and while she blew my self-imposed rules out of the water, that still doesn’t mean the agreement we came to makes it any fucking easier.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” She looks up from her place at the makeshift desk I had brought in here. As much as I liked hovering behind her or near her, it meant that getting work done became impossible.
“Well, the way your tongue is peeking out, it’s clear you’re deep in thought. Only making sure you don’t need help with anything.” My phone keeps going off in my pocket, and I’m about to answer the incessant buzzing. With my group of friends, they’ll keep me busy for entirely too fucking long. It’ll only get worse if you don’t respond. They’ll tag you in the group message thread, which then double alerts you.
“I’m good. Trying to get a certain angle. Do you mind if I pop in a headphone? Sometimes music helps me.” She shrugs her shoulders, probably trying to nail a dimension without my input.
“Not at all. Do whatever you need, sweetheart.” I bend down to kiss the crown of her head, keeping an eye on the doorway. It’s cracked, but in this place, it doesn’t matter. People barge in without knocking on the regular. The work order I put in last week is in the works, and by tomorrow, a new lock should be in place, this one courtesy of Jude. It’ll be one that you can only unlock with a touch of a fingerprint. The people I choose to have access to will be logged in the system. Todd will be excluded from that list.
“Thanks, it shouldn’t take me too much longer.”
“Take all the time you need.” I move to the chair in front of my desk, pull my phone out, and take a seat. My eyes go from the phone that has ten plus text messages to Serena. She’s solely focused on the computer, head nodding, fingers tapping, and lips moving.
I pull up the thread, ignoring the missed phone call from Luke, the emails that have piled up from yesterday. That’s not even counting the work account and all of the other shit I’m sure I need to sift through. And while I have an assistant, most of this, Mary can’t go through to weed out the junk versus the good, especially in my personal life. She doesn’t get paid enough to put up with my shit.
Jagger: When do we get to meet the future Mrs. Garrison?
Asher: I figure Luke, Shae, and Coralynn will meet her first.
Luke: Anthony will be with us, if he has anything to say about it.