Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“Chloe is going to need final numbers soon. You should get on that. This is happening in less than six weeks.”
Hale nodded.
“Cadence says it’s a frenzy. The press are all over you,” Tom noted.
“They’re stirred up. They’ll settle down.”
“I’m glad to see you have protection.”
“Elsa will have it starting tomorrow.”
“That bad?”
“My team recommended it, at least for a while. See if it dies down.”
“It won’t, you know.”
He knew.
He took another sip.
“She thinks the world of you.”
When Tom said that, Hale’s eyes shot to him.
“That was what won me over,” Tom said musingly into his glass. “Head over heels for you. I have bruises on my shin, Mika kicked me under the table so much, doing it every time Elsa gazed at you when you were talking, like pearls of wisdom were dropping out of your mouth, bouncing all over the room.”
Tom chuckled.
Hale twisted his head this way and that to relieve the tension in his neck and his gaze moved to Elsa.
She was smiling at Mika, turned totally toward the other woman in the couch, her attention riveted to her.
Her face was animated.
She was tipsy, relaxed, and happy.
She looked beautiful.
“Glad you found someone like that, son,” Tom was saying. “She’s not impressed with who you are, she’s just into you. You could be a builder or a bricklayer, if you were the essence of the man that is you, she’d want you. I love that for you. I was worried. I’m not anymore.”
Hale cleared his throat and took another sip.
Then he asked, “Heard from Matt?”
Tom took that hint too and launched in about his son.
Hale listened with half an ear, and he was interested in learning about Matt’s internship at a large animal vet hospital outside Prescott, Arizona.
But mostly, what was on his mind was a repeat times two.
She thinks the world of you.
And…
Head over heels for you.
And it repeated those as he struggled with the dichotomy of how they made him feel perfectly content.
And utterly terrified.
He fucked her hard, twisting her nipple, and watching as she came, even harder, crying out at first, than gasping, whimpering, her pussy rippling around his driving cock, her back arched into her orgasm.
Her eyes opened, her fingers still clutching the silk scarf that was tied around her wrists, looped through a hook in the wall behind the mattress. Something he’d ordered installed there during the redecoration.
He stopped tormenting her nipple and curled his fingers under her jaw.
“Like that, baby?”
She didn’t have to answer, but she did, forcing out a breathy, “Yes, Hale.”
“Where do you want my cum, on you or in you?”
“Wherever you want to put it.”
“Good answer,” he murmured, pulled out, swung her leg around in front of him, turning her to her stomach.
He got between her legs again, found her cunt with his cock, powered in, and fucked her into the mattress, pulling out at the last second to come on her beautiful, round ass.
When he was done, he dropped to her to recover while kissing the skin of her shoulder and working her neck, smelling her hair, her perfume, her cunt, their sex.
He closed his eyes and drank it all in.
Then he whispered, “Don’t move,” into her ear.
“’Kay, honey,” she mumbled.
He got up, went to the bathroom, wet a cloth, cleaned where he’d got his cum on himself, rinsed the cloth, then went out and cleaned her up.
He returned after taking the towel back to the bathroom and stretched out beside her, hand to her ass, finger tracing a mindless pattern.
She turned her head, whipping her hair the other way, and her eyes found him.
“Okay, the tied-up thing…fabulous.”
He smiled at her.
“How long am I going to stay tied?”
“As long as I want.”
She moved her legs restlessly.
“Greedy baby,” he muttered appreciatively.
She rolled her eyes.
He swatted her ass.
She bit her lip.
He felt his cock pulse.
Jesus.
He’d just come.
Without thinking, he slid his hand up into her hair.
“Wanna go to Chloe and Judge’s wedding with me?” he asked.
The instant he did, he felt something weird happening to his throat.
As for Elsa, her eyes went wide, then they went warm.
“Seriously?” she whispered.
“Yeah.” His word was gruff.
“When is it?”
“In about six weeks. In Arizona. I can stop here on my way back from that board meeting in Munich. We’ll fly there together.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He nodded. “I’ll get Kayla to get you the details. This is Chloe. There’s a dress code.”
She smiled.
He bent and kissed her shoulder.
Then he reached and tugged the end of the scarf, releasing one of her wrists.
She pushed up to her elbows, then to a hip, freeing her other wrist from the scarf and tossing it over him to the nightstand.
She then snuggled into him.
“That was really fun,” she told him something he knew.
“I’m glad you liked it, sweetheart.”
“You done with me for tonight?”
He nodded. “I’m a little tired.”
“Poor baby. I just got to lay there. You did all the work.”