Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“How about I let you hang out with Blair at the daycare in the building instead of being stuck all day in my office?”
Her head dipped back, and her happy smile spread warmth through my chest and straight to my morning wood. “I’d like that.”
Blair was the wife of Justice Kendall, one of my business partners, and she worked at the company daycare. I was actually a little jealous of his set up. He had eyes on his wife all day long because there were cameras everywhere. At the moment, I was forced to settle for a security team shadowing Hazel and GPS trackers in her ring and cell phone, on the rare occasions when I couldn’t be with her. And, dragging her to my office to sit on my couch while I answered emails and had conference calls wasn’t exactly fun for her. At least while she was in the daycare, I could watch her.
“Imogene will probably be there too, since the three of us are meeting today.” Hazel’s green eyes twinkled, and I almost groaned. I loved that she’d grown close with Blair and Thatcher Kendall’s wife, Imogene. But it wasn’t rare for the three of them to put their heads together and cause trouble. The kind that would put their husbands in an early grave.
Staring down at her delighted expression, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d deal with that if it happened. At that moment, I was just happy to see her shine again.
I lowered my lips to hers, and it wasn’t long before I had her on her back and was moving above her in slow, deep strokes. I deliberately kept a steady, controlled pace. I was determined not to lose my shit and turn into a fucking beast. I wouldn’t risk being too rough and hurting her or the baby.
Hazel whimpered and moaned, “harder,” but I just shook my head and focused on giving her as much pleasure as possible.
“I love you more than anything, Hazel,” I whispered, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, and the throbbing of her pussy had me following right behind. I pulled out immediately and started to roll to the side so I wouldn’t crush her. She grabbed onto my torso and squeezed. “Don’t go yet. I love to feel your weight on me.” I was so tempted to give in to her plea, but I stayed firm and settled next to her on the bed. She sighed and muttered something so low that I only caught the word “breakable.”
After a few minutes, her lashes lifted, and she stared up at me with eyes that were churning with emotion. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, peaches,” I replied with a smile before kissing the tip of her nose. She bit her lip as she continued to quietly study my face, almost as though she was searching for something. I wasn’t sure whether she found it before she finally looked away. She cuddled into my side and traced her fingertips along the lines of my muscled chest.
Eventually, I dragged her cute little ass out of bed so we could shower together. I scrubbed her from head to toe, paying special attention to my favorite parts, including her slightly rounded belly.
When she was thoroughly cleaned and satisfied from two more orgasms, I quickly washed, then hopped out and grabbed a couple of towels. After wrapping Hazel up in the warm, fluffy material, I carried her into our massive walk-in closet. I dried us both and tossed the towels into a laundry bin. Then I rummaged through a couple of drawers in the dresser built into the center of the room until I found what I was looking for. After handing her the scraps of peach lace, I looked through her hanging clothes and selected a pretty, green sweater dress that matched her eyes.
Hazel watched me with amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. It was times like these, when I let myself get carried away in my obsession to control everything about her, that I worried she’d begin to see through my façade. So far, she’d either found my slips cute or hot. I definitely preferred when a show of my possession had her jumping my bones as soon as we were alone.
An hour later, I gave her a deep, passionate kiss before leaving her in the company of Blair and Imogene and heading up to my office on the forty-seventh floor.
Thatcher was already waiting for me, sprawled on one of the leather armchairs facing my desk. He was staring at his phone and barely acknowledged my presence. As I walked around him to sit at my desk, I glimpsed his screen and was unsurprised to see him glued to a video feed of his wife.
Since I pulled up the daycare security feed as soon as my computer booted up, I didn’t comment. I started clearing through my emails until Justice joined us around ten minutes later.