Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(65)
I look down at the small plate in the center of the chain. “What is this?” I ask, referring to the black etching on it.
“Let me see your phone.” I reach over and grab it, handing it to him.
He opens the Spotify app and points the camera at the bracelet, scanning it. Instantly, “In Your Eyes” by Peter Gabriel plays through the speakers.
My heart catches in my throat and I wonder if he chose the song or if he just picked a random one.
“That’s amazing.” I smile as I look down at it again. “You’re amazing,” I say, sliding my hands up his chest and around his neck.
“Promise me something?”
“Of course.”
“Never doubt how much you mean to me.”
I pull his mouth down to mine, not wanting to ruin the moment by trying to figure out if there’s a hidden meaning or an ominous warning lurking behind those words.
Tonight, I’m going to just let it all go and pretend that maybe Graham Hayes is falling in love with me too.
22
GRAHAM
“So what is tonight’s event for?”
I settle in the back seat next to Margot as we make our way into the city.
“It’s for my company. We do two of these a year. This one is held at the end of June as a thank you to our clients and the second one, held in December, is a thank you to our employees.”
My eyes drop to where her hand has settled on my upper thigh.
“That’s very nice of you. Is it similar to the last event?”
“Yeah, somewhat. Open bar, dancing, mingling. This one has raffles, casino games, and I think there’s some famous singer who is the close-out entertainment.”
“You think?” She giggles, nudging my shoulder.
“I didn’t plan the thing. I just have to show up since my name’s on the building.” I wink at her and she leans in.
“Mmm.” That’s a lovely way to start the evening. I pull her in for a second kiss.
“So what kind of stuff is raffled off?”
“Well, it’s a free raffle; they don’t pay for the tickets. Same with the casino chips. It’s free for them to participate and they can win anything from gift cards to a month-long vacation to a location of their choosing or a car or money.”
“Damn.” She whistles. “I’m in the wrong business.”
“Last year the big prize was $100k.”
“A hundred thousand dollars?” Her eyes bug out. “Holy shit!”
I chuckle. “Yeah, in this world, a lot of my top employees get more for their Christmas bonus so it’s not a big deal to them. It’s like an average salaried person winning five or ten thousand. It’s a nice surprise, free money and all, but it’s not like they’re winning the lottery.”
“So do I get to play? Since I’m… one of your employees.”
I look over at her, not sure if she’s making a joke. She has a coy smile on her face so I play along.
“I guess that depends. Who are you going to take with you when you win the month-long trip?”
I place my arm over her shoulder as she leans in closer to me, that hand on my thigh trailing dangerously close to my hardening cock.
“Hank, probably.” She laughs and I flex my arm around her. She falls forward a little into my lap, her hand now resting fully on my crotch.
“You’re just begging to get punished, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” She drags her teeth across her bottom lip. She has the kind of lips that beg to be kissed—to have my cum dribbling off them.
I look down her dress, my mouth watering. I slip my hand right inside, pinching her nipple, her look growing from flirty to needy in a matter of seconds.
“How should I punish you?” I continue to roll the tight bud between my fingers as I reach over and slide up the divider. Phil does not need to be witness to what’s about to happen.
“Do I get to choose?” I nod my head yes as she slowly slides off the seat, settling between my thighs.
Her eyes stay trained on mine as she reaches forward and undoes my pants, her hand reaching inside my underwear and fishing out my cock.
I reach out and slide one strap off her shoulder. “Don’t want you getting messy.” I do the same with the other, the dress falling off her naked breasts and pooling around her waist.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I cup her cheek, letting my hand linger for a moment before she leans forward and takes me in her mouth.
I let my head fall back against the seat, my eyes fluttering closed as she slowly takes me all the way into her mouth till I hit the back of her throat. She repeats the process slowly a few more times, drawing a guttural moan from the back of my own throat.
She picks up the pace a little, sliding her hand up my shaft as her mouth comes down.
“Oh, baby,” I groan, reaching down to put my hand behind her neck.
I guide her, my hips begging to thrust forward, but I don’t want to be rough with her. I’m too afraid to screw up her makeup.
“Goddamn, your mouth was made to be fucked.” I grit my teeth, pleasure building rapidly.
“That’s right, baby girl. Take all of me,” I pant, my breaths coming out in quick, shallow puffs.