Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I groan, needing my own release.
“Not while you’re at work. What kind of boss would I be, letting my intern get off on company time?”
He’s taunting me, knowing it’s turning me on more. At this rate, one flick is all it would take for me to explode.
He thrusts deeper, and I moan, squeezing my thighs together, loving the way he fills my mouth. Fuck, I would do this all day if he let me.
“Fuck… I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re gonna take it. Swallow every last bit.” His cock swells and spasms inside my mouth. The warmth of his cum seeps into the back of my throat. I do my best to swallow everything he has to offer, and by the time I’m done, I’m breathless. He releases his hold, and I lean back, watching as he tucks himself back into his slacks.
“You’re welcome for lunch. We should do this again.” His smile is dangerous. I stand on shaky legs, praying I don’t have any wet spots showing through my skirt.
“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Blake?” I ask, playing the same game.
“That will be all, Miss Price.” His phone rings, and he dismisses me, taking the call.
I head toward the door and come to a stop. My hair has to be a mess. And my clothes… ugh. I adjust everything back into place, fix my ponytail, smooth my hands over my hair and down my shirt, then open his door, smile at his oblivious assistant, and head to the cafeteria for my second meal.
“Your dad’s not gonna get mad?” I ask Noah.
At the end of the day, Noah offered to drive me home, and I accepted. After all, Jackson couldn’t expect me to avoid him entirely without raising suspicion. Then he got a call, and it seemed he invited friends over for a pool party.
“Not that I give a shit, but no. He couldn’t care less. If you haven’t noticed, my dad and I try to stay out of each other’s way.”
“Are you ever gonna tell me why that is?”
He cocks his head my way. “Nope.”
When we pull into the driveway, Jackson’s car is already parked in the garage.
“I’m fucking starving. How do steaks sound?”
“Sounds great,” I reply.
“Cool. My dad’s a master on the grill. Since he’ll do anything to win my love, I’m gonna have his ass cook while we party.” I offer a small smile, but I can’t help the swirling in my gut. I feel bad for Jackson. He’s trying to be part of his son’s life, and Noah is so cold toward him. I don’t understand why, and I want to. I consider asking Jackson, but going behind Noah’s back would be a betrayal to him. A short, cynical laugh escapes my throat.
“What’s so funny?”
I glance over at Noah, shaking my head. “Nothing.” I’m worried about betraying Noah by asking his father a question while fucking him behind his son’s back.
I need serious help.
Chapter sixteen
Jackson
“Hey, you cool with grilling some steaks for dinner tonight? I’m having some of the boys over. Want to introduce them to Georgia,” Noah says, poking his head into my home office.
I look up from the reports Wayne sent over, my grip tightening around the pen.
“Sure thing,” I say through gritted teeth—the mention of Georgia and his friends in the same breath leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
Thankfully, Noah leaves without another word, either oblivious or choosing to ignore it.
Typically, I’d be honored if my son asked me to participate, and I’ve never minded when he’s had his friends over. They’re a bunch of fucks, but he’s happy, and that’s all I cared about. It’s also my way of controlling the situation. Underage drinking is not something I approve of, but if they’re going to do it, I’d rather it be under my roof. No one is allowed to drive once they enter the house, and there’s no need to hover, as I have cameras installed throughout the backyard and the house.
When that bullshit went down with Noah’s cunt ex, I debated showing him the footage to prove my innocence. It would’ve saved us a lot of headaches and fights, but it also would have exposed my distrust and I knew my son. He would have taken it as an invasion of his privacy, and the outcome would have been the same. If she ever came back trying to make claims, however, I had the arsenal at my disposal. With my name front and center of a multi-billion-dollar company, sexual assault allegations were the last thing I needed.
I clear my mind of memories and focus on the report. My intuition tells me this has one man’s name written all over it. But it’s been years, and he knows better than to fuck with me. I scrub my hands down my face and glance at the time. It’s well past six. The sounds of rowdy boys echo from the back patio, and I abandon my work, heading outside.