Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
We’re alone in the office we share at the downtown Denver offices of Locke Enterprises, the headquarters of our commercial real estate company. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, giving her a wicked smile.
“I’m just young at heart, baby. And young everywhere else, too. I can still please you like I’m twenty-five.”
She smiles back, biting her lower lip. “True. I don’t think I thanked you for this morning.”
“You never have to thank me for eating that sweet pussy. I could do it all day.”
She kisses me and gives me the fuck me look. Eyes wide, lips slightly parted. That look is the reason we put a big, comfortable couch in our office.
My cock twitches to attention and I lower my hands to her ass, squeezing it.
“Mm, don’t,” she murmurs against my lips. “We can’t. We have a meeting in less than five minutes.”
I turn to the side before blowing out a frustrated exhale. “Why’d you give me the fuck me look, then?”
“I know, I’m sorry. I remembered the meeting midlook.”
I groan. “Fine. Just be ready to go for a ride tonight. On my dick, just so we’re clear.”
Her smile is amused. “We’re clear.”
Since my right femur was shattered in a car accident a few years ago, ending my hockey career, I’m not the same. The surgeons had to put a titanium rod in my leg. No matter how hard I’ve worked at rehab, I can’t get back where I was before. I can’t run anymore and it took me forever to learn how to go up and down stairs again. And the worst part is not being able to be on top of my wife during sex for long anymore. I have to support all my weight on my good knee and it only lasts so long.
I didn’t lose my leg, though, and the doctors thought I might. Tess, Zee, and Hannah took turns staying with me when I was an inpatient at the hospital and rehab center, and my former teammates came often, too.
Tess has never made me feel bad about what I can’t do anymore. She’s usually on top during sex now, and we have to get creative about our positioning when I give her oral sex.
It’s kind of awesome, really. I told her I would have thrown myself down the stairs to break that leg a lot sooner if I’d known it meant she’d sit on my face all the time. She didn’t think it was all that funny.
I manage to lose my boner in time for our meeting, which is in Josh’s office, the Locke CFO. After I rehabbed from my leg injury, Mila cut me in on a real estate deal one of her companies was making to buy and renovate a downtown Denver building.
Within a year, Tess and I had bought three more commercial buildings and started Locke Enterprises. We have seventeen buildings in our portfolio now. Some we own and rent out, others we renovate and sell.
I never went to college; I went straight from high school to pro hockey. It’s been gratifying to find out I have a good head for business. My wife does, too. We make more in a year with our real estate company than I made in a year of playing hockey.
Josh puts our video meeting with a realtor up on a big screen in his office and they talk numbers. We stuck to the Denver area with our business at first, but now we own properties in other big cities, too.
My phone buzzes in my pocket with a text and I take it out, glancing at the screen. It’s a new message from Hannah in the group chat between me, Tess, Hannah and Zee, called Da Fam on my phone.
Hannah: I FUCKING GOT IN!! OMG I’M GOING TO GRAD SCHOOL AT WHARTON!!!!!
I smile and meet Tess’s gaze, shaking my phone back and forth a little to tell her she needs to look at hers. Our daughter will be graduating from the University of Michigan with honors this year, and the University of Pennsylvania’s business school, Wharton, was her top choice for graduate school.
I’m the first to respond.
Dom: Never doubted you, Han! Congratulations, you worked hard for this. Proud of you.
Tess lets out an audible gasp from a nearby chair. She meets my eyes, grinning broadly.
“Excuse me,” she murmurs, getting up and racing out of the room.
She thinks it’s unprofessional to text during meetings. But apparently, yelling out, “You fucking did it,” from the hallway outside the room is okay because we all hear her doing that a few seconds later.
She must have wanted to call Hannah and talk to her about the news.
I smile apologetically at the others in the room. “Sorry. Our daughter just got accepted to Wharton. Big moment for us.”
Josh lights up. “Congratulations to Hannah, that’s amazing.”