Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I had work to do from the airport home, and from home to here. So Gray is driving, and I’ve been working from the back seat.”
“Oh, I like Gray,” I say, waiting as Gannon opens the back door. “He saved me from drowning in a river once.”
Gannon’s eyes darken. “Is that so?”
“I was tubing with Tate and some of our friends. Thank God that Gray was on Tate’s security detail that weekend. Otherwise, I would’ve been fish food. Callum would’ve probably watched me drown.”
As I climb inside our ride, he mumbles something I can’t make out.
“Good evening, Gray,” I say as I snap my buckle.
He nods, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror. “Good evening, Miss Johnson.”
Gannon climbs in, moves a stack of papers into the third row, and then gets situated.
We ride quietly for a few miles with soft classical music playing through the speakers. His shoulders are tight and his jaw flexes back and forth. Something is bothering him.
“Hey, are you all right?” I ask, squeezing one of his fingers.
He nods, turning to me. “I don’t know why I agreed to do this damn thing.”
“Why did you?”
He sighs but doesn’t answer.
Did he feel an obligation to do this? Is he nervous about it? Is he just so exhausted that he just wants to go home?
I don’t know, and the fact that I don’t know him well enough to understand is frustrating.
“How was your trip?” I ask, hoping it will lift his spirits.
“Busy. Little sleep. Lots of things to go over now that I’m back.” He taps his fingertip against my palm and a faint smile crosses his lips. It’s as if touching me gives him a bit of peace. “Things will be better once this is over.”
His tone is tight, and I can hear the stress. I can’t imagine running a major corporation and having so many obligations that I can’t rest. And while he pretends to be a man on an island, and in many ways, I think he is, he never fails to answer the phone if Tate calls him. He always texts me back. Heck, he didn’t even eat yesterday.
Who takes care of him?
I glance around the car and notice a tube for a privacy curtain on the ceiling behind Gray’s seat.
“How do we block us off from Gray?” I ask.
Gannon’s brows wrinkle. “There’s a button in the front. Why?”
“How long do we have until we get to the event?”
“Fifteen minutes, maybe.”
That’ll work.
“Gray?” I say.
“Yes, Miss Johnson?”
“Can you please lower the privacy curtain and turn up the music?”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Of course.”
“What are you doing?” Gannon asks, curious, as I unbuckle my seat belt.
The volume increases through the speakers and the curtain falls in place, sealing us away in our own compartment.
I slip off my heels and gather my dress before dropping to my knees before him.
“We don’t have time for this, baby,” Gannon says as I begin working his button and zipper. His cock is already swollen, straining against his pants.
“You can’t come in fifteen minutes?” I ask.
The heat in his gaze lands in my belly, flooding me with need to be touched. God, I want this man. But that will have to wait.
“I can’t reciprocate that in fifteen minutes,” he says.
“No, you’re right.” I tug on his waistband. With a wary look, he lifts his ass so I can shimmy his pants down far enough to free his cock. “You will absolutely take longer than fifteen minutes when you reciprocate this later.” I rise on my knees. “But right now, this isn’t about me.” I run a hand up and down his velvety shaft. “Let me take care of you.”
I place a kiss at the base of his cock, dragging my tongue from the root to the tip. The bead of precum waiting for me is warm and thick as I suck it into my mouth.
Gannon hisses, reaching for my hair and then thinking better of it. He grips his arm rests so hard that his knuckles turn white.
“I missed you this week,” I say, flicking my tongue gently across the underside of his length. My free hand finds his balls and I give them a gentle tug. “I dreamed about you every night.”
“Did you get off while you were thinking about me?”
I nod before taking him into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the head of his cock.
My core burns with the fire smoldering there.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he says, groaning as I take him deeper. “I’ve waited for this for days.”
I hum against him before sucking the tip and then blowing across it.
“How did you know I needed this?” he asks, carefully holding the sides of my head. His eyes are dark with lust as he stares down at me. “I’m going to worship your pussy as soon as we’re alone. There won’t be an inch of it left that I haven’t touched, licked, or come all over.”