Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“I know,” Dad agrees. “I’ve spoken to Valerie, and she’s going to take over for you. You’ll have to spend some time getting her caught up to speed, but she’s a hard worker and motivated.”
“But that doesn’t help with your situation,” I point out.
Dad was supposed to retire at the end of the year. If he can’t find someone to fill his shoes…
“I’ve made the decision to push my retirement back,” Dad says. “Dustin offered to step up as CEO, but I know he doesn’t really want to, and the last thing I want is my son in a position that makes him unhappy. Valerie is willing to learn, but she has a long way to go.”
“Fuck, Dad,” I mutter, hating that I’m putting him in this position.
“Nate, it’s okay. I’m going to interview some candidates and see what we’re working with. You need to focus on Paige and my grandbaby. Have you thought about where you’d like to work there?”
“I don’t know. Nothing feels right. I was thinking about maybe taking a year off. I have enough saved from investments. I can cash in some stocks if I need to. It’ll give me time to figure out where I want to go from here.”
“You’ll figure it out, son. It feels hard right now, but your mom and I are proud of you. You’re putting your family first. As you should.”
I know I’m doing the right thing, and I’m content with my decision. I meant what I told Paige—she and our son come first. They always will. But Bradford Hotels has been a huge part of me since I was born. I’d be more concerned if walking away from it didn’t hurt as much as it does.
It’s late, a little after ten, and when I texted Paige that I landed, she didn’t respond. So, using the key she gave me, I open the door quietly, not wanting to wake her.
As she gets further along in her pregnancy, it’s harder for her to sleep, so the last thing I want is for her to wake up and be unable to go back to sleep.
Only, when I get to her room, the bed is empty.
What the fuck?
I check her bathroom, but she’s not in there.
Her car was in the driveway, so she has to be home. The house only has three bedrooms, so I check the in-progress nursery first, but it’s exactly how we left it after she said she’s not ready to work on it yet.
And then I head to the last room, her home office. When I open the door, it’s dark, save for the desk light that’s illuminating the area where Paige is sitting, exactly how she was sitting when she sent me that picture.
With her feet propped up on the desk and her ankles crossed, she’s leaning back. She has her hair up in a messy bun, her reading glasses on, giving her the look of a sexy businesswoman, and she’s completely naked, except for my blue tie that’s hanging down the middle of her cleavage, the bottom landing on her swollen belly.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now.”
“I was, but when you texted that you had landed, I woke up and wanted to surprise you.” She drops her creamy legs from the desk, her feet hitting the floor, and stands, then saunters over to me. “I figured we could start a new tradition, aside from you wearing this tie.” She lifts it up and grins. “Every time you close a deal, you get a blow job.”
She tugs me by my shirt, guiding me over to her desk, and then turns me around and pushes me into the seat, unbuckling and unzipping my pants.
“I missed this,” she says, pulling my cock out of its confines and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the crown.
I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when she swirls her tongue around the tip and then takes me all the way down her throat.
As if my woman couldn’t get any more perfect, I learned during our time together in London that Paige loves to suck cock—like really fucking loves it—and doesn’t have a gag reflex.
I reach around her and fist her hair so I can watch as her head bobs up and down on my shaft, wetting and sucking it like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
I haven’t had sex in over a week, so it doesn’t take long before my balls are tightening up and I’m close to blowing my load. But after a week of not being inside my woman, there’s no way I’m going to let that happen.
Gently, I tug on her hair, and her mouth pops off my cock, a bit of saliva dripping from her lips as she looks up at me like I’m stopping her from indulging in her dessert.