Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Mmm…” She hummed around me, taking me deeper before pulling back. I could see her gag slightly. That was the only thing that gave me strength enough to stop her from taking me over the edge into oblivion.
“Get up here,” I said, trying to shake off my need to continue this. To pleasure her like she was doing to me. When she stood, I pulled her into my arms. Her belly protruded enough she couldn’t get close enough to take my cock into her pussy. Which was a good thing, because she was trying, going so far as to reach behind her to find my cock. “Uh-uh, baby. None of that.”
“But --”
“Doc said it could be dangerous for the babies. You saw the text. I have no idea what placental abruption is, but it can’t be good.”
She sighed. “Yeah. I remember Dr. Redding mentioned something about it at my first visit. I looked it up, and it’s not uncommon in multiple births. I just wasn’t concerned about it being associated with sex at the time.” She met my gaze with a heated one of her own. “Doesn’t mean I can’t make you come.”
“I already told you, baby. We’re in this together. If you can’t get relief, neither can I.”
“I don’t know of a single man in the world who would take that position.”
“Now you do.” I grinned. “Now. Rinse me off and we’ll go downstairs. I need to check on a couple things in my office, and you can come with me. If you want to, that is.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
* * *
Giovanni hadn’t turned up much more than I had on Randall Goldstein. Emmanuell’s father had paid him well to be at his beck and call over the years. Not only had Goldstein been Franklin Stanton’s personal attorney, but Stanton appeared to be his only client. That was a big flag, but it still didn’t prove anything. It also didn’t mean that Stanton hadn’t left a huge chunk of money to Goldstein in the event of his death. In fact, that would seem to be the likely scenario.
Beaner still hadn’t said much, but Thorn had grown tired of waiting on me and Giovanni to turn up information that wasn’t there. He’d started the interrogation the day before. From what Beast told me, it was only a matter of time before Beaner cracked. All it would take was enough pain for the man to grow tired of living. He wasn’t getting out of this no matter what, because there was no way it was a coincidence he’d carted Emmanuell off across the country. He might not have actually harmed her, but he’d left her pregnant and defenseless. That alone was enough to seal his fate. If it could be proven, or he actually admitted to being in cahoots with Goldstein to remove Stanton’s only heir, it was just more nails in his coffin.
“Everything OK?” Emmanuell was curled up on the couch next to my desk, resting. She’d napped about an hour while I puzzled through some of the data I’d gathered.
“There’s nothing wrong, if that’s what you mean,” I said with a sigh, stretching slightly as I looked up from the monitors surrounding me. “Just nothing new.”
“I take it you’d hoped for more?”
“Yeah, baby. I know Goldstein’s involved with your dad’s death, I just can’t find anything to prove it. Or even give credible circumstantial evidence.”
“Maybe he wasn’t involved. Maybe it was all just a big, unhappy accident.”
“Maybe. It still bothers me. The timing of LimeLight Division and the fact that you never knew anything about it when it was set up with you as co-founder doesn’t sit right.”
“It’s not something Dad would have done.”
“You sound pretty sure about that.”
She nodded. “I am. Dad never mixed family and business. I knew he loved me, but it was never implied I’d own the company or anything else at any point. It would surprise me if he left anything to me other than what was already in my bank account. Even the house was supposed to be auctioned off to charity. Anything personal I wanted to keep that might have any value, I had to run by him first.”
“And you were OK with this?”
“Absolutely.” She nodded emphatically. “Well, at least once I got older. My parents came from a very modest background. I grew up listening to them talk about how some people around them felt entitled to have the best things in life, but they’d never had to work for them. More than one of my father’s friends had children who’d gotten in trouble at school or with the law, and money had paved the way for it all to go away. He made it very clear that he and my mother would never go easy on me that way. He told me once that he felt guilty for not giving me everything I wanted, but he was only doing it with my well-being in mind. I needed to know from the start that I had to know how to take care of myself because no one else was going to do it for me.”