Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
I set my drink on a chairside table and take the proffered item. When I open it, there is a stunning, five-carat, cushion cut diamond, on a platinum, intricately weaved band, with more diamonds in it. What surprises me is the plain and simple, platinum band nestled behind it. The ring is obviously inexpensive, though it doesn’t look out of place with the flashy diamond.
“I couldn’t afford more than a simple band when I proposed to Angelique. Then, when the studio took off and we didn’t have to put every penny we made back into the business, I tried to replace it with the other ring. She loved it, but she refused to take off the first one and wore both until the day we lost her.”
Emotion nearly chokes me, and I don’t dare say much because I’d sound like a complete pussy. “Thank you,” I croak as I gently close the box and slip it into my pocket.
We stand and Carson shakes my hand before walking me to the door. He opens it but places a palm on my shoulder before I can step outside. “I want grandbabies, and the sooner the better.” His hand squeezes almost painfully. “But I expect them to be born in wedlock,” he warns.
“Yes, sir,” I say smartly. Carson rolls his eyes and releases me before stepping back so I can pass by. “I’d wait by your phone,” I toss over my shoulder as I stride to my car and smile at his laughter that rings out behind me.
I drive home and meet the moving company, directing them on where to put everything after they unpack it all. I took the whole day off so as soon as they are finished, I set up a few things, then hop back into my car and head over to Grier Studios. When I arrive at Colette’s office, she is bent over the front of her desk, searching through a stack of papers, her sexy ass perched in the air. My eyes narrow and I slam the door behind me, then throw the lock.
Colette jolts and spins round, her hand flying to her chest. “Holy crap, Tyson,” she exclaims. “You scared me.”
I stalk towards her and place one hand on her back and the other on her ass, yanking her body flush into mine. My cock immediately went rock hard at the sight I walked in on, and I make sure she can feel every steel inch. Her eyes go wide, and a little moan falls from her red lips. “If this is what happens to me when I see your sweet little ass in a tight skirt on display, what do you think happens to every other man who walks by?” I growl. She glances at the door, and twin spots of pink appear on her cheeks.
“When it comes to your job, your work belongs to the studio, little heiress. But I think I made it very clear who this body belongs to, baby. All the damn time. No matter where you are. I think you’ve earned yourself another spanking.” She nods and attempts to look contrite. But a twinkle appears in her eyes and she snuggles in a little closer, her lower body rubbing across my dick. I sigh and back her up until she’s caged between me and her desk. “It’s not really a fitting punishment when it turns you on so much.” I bend my head low so that my lips brush her ears when I say, “Are you dripping wet for me, Colette?”
She inhales a shuddering breath, and a shiver races through her body. Leaning back, I give her a wicked smile before reaching around her to hit a button on a remote sitting on her desk. The wall of windows that look into her office from the hallway suddenly become opaque.
“Tyson,” she gasps. “We can’t—”
I don’t hear the rest of her protest as I drop to my knees and shove her skirt up to her waist. Her panty hose are thigh high and held up by sexy as fuck, lacy garters. My mouth waters at the damp spot on her silky panties, and I waste no time pulling them to the side and licking up the center of her pussy. She’s drenched and I lick and suck every drop. Colette moans and her knees shake before she leans against the desk for support. With my face buried between her legs, I can’t watch her face as I make her come, but I enjoy the sounds of her pleasure as I drive her higher. But I don’t want anyone to hear them except me. “Keep it down, baby,” I remind her and her moans become muffled, likely she put her fist to her mouth.
Knowing my woman like I do, when she is right on the edge, I stand back up and slam my mouth over hers even as my fingers plunge inside, while my thumb presses on her clit. I swallow her scream of ecstasy and continue to kiss her as her orgasm slowly fades. I don’t let her descend completely before I start working her up again. She mewls in half-hearted protest, mumbling something about not being able to do it again. I release her lips and growl, “You’ll give me another one. But this time, I’m going to be deep in your pussy so that you’ll take every drop of my cum.”