Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry. It’s the only one on the floor.”
How could he talk right now? I was dying. My muscles were clenching, and I moved my hips back, almost begging him to carry on.
But he was on the phone.
“Yes, thank you.”
There was a pause, then the sound of his phone thumping onto the floor.
“Chloe.” Theo pushed deep inside me, leaning over me, and gripped the arm of the sofa. “You were grinding your hips against me when I was on the phone. Don’t you think that’s a bit naughty?”
“You—ah! You were the one moving,” I breathed. “Why did you answer the phone?”
“Food.” He kissed my shoulder and reached around between my legs, touching his finger to my clit. “It’s almost here, so come quickly for me.”
His earlier slow strokes were forgotten, and he thrust into me almost roughly while rubbing my clit. The combination of his cock deep inside and his finger teasing my clit was too much, and my orgasm hit quickly and intensely.
Theo groaned, collapsing on top of me, and slowly eased his hand out from between my legs and wrapped it around my stomach, holding me against him. “Uhh,” he moaned. “I’m never fucking you with a condom again.”
I laughed, burying my face in the cushion. “Sure. Can you get off me now?”
“Mm. No.”
“But I’m hungry.”
“Five more minutes,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder and rocking his hips against me.
“Are you—” I stilled as his cock twitched, hardening inside me again. “Theo.”
He grinned against me. “Yes?”
“What are you—?”
“I told you,” he whispered, kissing my earlobe. “Five. More. Minutes.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR – CHLOE
The Future
I was stuck.
I’d been stuck for the past five minutes.
For an old man, Charles Black had quite the sturdy embrace.
“Um,” I said, peering sideways at him. “Can I—can you…I can’t move.”
“I’m so happy,” he said, squeezing me from the side. “All my dreams are coming true.”
Theo glared at him from where he was leaning against the window on the other side of the room. “Anyone would think you’re the one in a relationship with her, Gramps.”
“She’s my new granddaughter.”
“You’re being very over the top.”
“Be quiet, you brat. I can’t believe it’s taken you this long to convince her to go out with you. Let an old man have his moment.”
“You’re acting like I just told you we’re getting married.”
“Why aren’t you getting married? I told you to learn to cook, Theo. No woman wants a man who can’t cook.”
Alastair looked over from his desk. “Pa, you can’t cook.”
“I didn’t need to know how to cook in my day,” the duke replied. “But women appreciate it nowadays.”
“I’ll have you know I make a mean cheese on toast,” Theo said with a grumble.
“That’s not cooking. That’s toasting,” Alastair said. “You don’t hear toasters bragging about their ability to crisp bread, do you? That’s all you are, son. A living, breathing toaster.”
Theo glared at his dad. “Just because you can cook doesn’t give you a right to be on your high horse.”
“Well said,” the duke said, patting my hair gently. “He gets all high and mighty about this kind of stuff.”
“Pa, please let go of Chloe. She’s not a kitten,” Alastair said, removing his glasses. “You’re squeezing her half to death.”
“But I’m so happy to have a granddaughter!”
“You have a granddaughter!”
“But I don’t—”
“Like that one. We know,” Theo said flatly. “But it doesn’t mean you can monopolise my girlfriend.”
Why was I here?
What was the point of it? I couldn’t get a word in for the life of me. I was merely a spectator with a ticket for a front row seat of whatever show this was.
“She was my secretary before she was your girlfriend. You met her thanks to me.” Charles pouted. “You can’t monopolise her, either.”
Theo stomped across the office and sat down on the other side of me, also wrapping his arms around me. “She’s my girlfriend. I have more of a right to monopolise her than you do, old man.”
“Old man? I’m still young enough to whip your arse, you little shit.”
“You’d have to catch me first, but snails aren’t that fast.”
“Why you little—”
“Why is my office always the site of your spats?” Alastair rubbed his temple. “And please let Chloe go. You’re yanking her about side to side, and I think she might throw up.”
I sighed, dropping my chin to my chest. “I just… wanted my water.”
They both released me and reached to grab my glass. They touched it at the same time, and the opposing forced knocked the glass over, spilling the water on the floor in front of me.
“For Gods’ sake,” Alastair said, standing up and storming over. “Chloe, come here.”
I put my hand in his, and he pulled me up, then pushed me across the room towards his desk.
“Sit there,” he said, pushing me down into his chair in a way that brokered no argument. He pushed a button on his intercom and said, “Cassidy, can I have some more water in here, please? And can you find something for my father and son to do that doesn’t include harassing my dear Chloe?”