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He sighs heavily. “Seriously Cole, you’re concern for employees worries me sometimes. They’re all a dime a dozen.”
I can think of one who isn’t.
“Well, I wanted to surprise everyone at morning break, give them the rest of the day off after that leading into the holidays with a party and Secret Santa. Hope we’ll see you there,” I sign off, doing my best to sound like Kris Kringle when I can only picture myself punching the man’s teeth to the back of his scrawny neck.
Not hearing the shower running anymore, I make a beeline for the bathroom, hoping for a little surprise of my own, and am not disappointed.
Avery’s drying off.
Bending over with the door open, and giving me a view of everything I fought hard not to think about too much last night.
I deserve a handful, at least.
She shrieks and then giggles as my hands find her, running right up between her legs before cupping her chest as I gnaw at her throat like some rabid beast.
My pants are wet, and I’ll have to change I know it. The evidence of my own intense, instant arousal will be showing. I can feel it.
But I don’t mind.
“We’ll be late,” she teases, reaching behind herself and gasping as she feels just how glad I am to see her like this.
“See what you do to me?” I ask her, confirming it by pressing her hand harder on me, growling as she grips my thick cock with her hand through my pants, starting to shiver under me.
I remind myself of my promise to let Avery take things slow, but also think why not? Now’s as good a time as any, isn’t it?
Turning to face me, gnawing her lower lip, she plays with me just enough to prove I need to change and tells me she needs to get dressed.
“Maybe… if we have a minute after work today…” she says innocently, looking up at me, and I know I’ll have her after the party.
I just know I will.
It gives me such a feeling, a ripple in my heart that I don’t mind being teased a little so early in the day.
And to see her smile and laugh, it means everything to me.
I hurriedly dress after holding her close just one more time.
Telling myself it won’t be long now and knowing she feels the same.
“We should go,” I finally announce, hearing the morning staff letting themselves in through the kitchen.
“Just the maid, cleaners,” I tell Avery, who looks up, startled when she hears movement through the house as she finishes dressing.
“Get used to it,” I murmur. “There’ll be hell to pay for cooking breakfast, but they’re a decent bunch of people. Hardly know they’re here. And they’re always gone before I get home,” I tell her, looking at my watch, wanting to get in early, before anyone else.
“Shall we?” I ask, and feeling her take my arm as we brave the bitter cold outside briefly before settling into the car again, I can’t stop smiling myself.
“I think… this is what Christmas feels like,” I tell her as she squeezes my arm.Chapter FifteenAveryIt’s a little before eight when we arrive, and I have to admit Jack’s right. He does get up early.
I’ve never been to work so early and if it wasn’t for Jack I wouldn’t be here before nine either. If it wasn’t for the man and his excellent coffee, I’d be a wreck.
Although, I have to admit, having never slept so well I do feel like today is gonna be different.
Heading straight up to the top floor, we meet the district manager, Jason who looks like he hasn’t slept a wink.
There are just the last touches being added to what looks like the perfect blend of old and new, with the gleaming brass and wood paneling looking better than ever.
Heavy wooden furniture and ambient lighting to match the new computers and phone network sees Jack nodding with approval as he casts his eye over every detail.
“Not bad for a night’s work, eh?” he asks me, and looking to Jason, he congratulates him on a job well done.
“A whole team of people to thank, really,” he says bashfully, looking over to me and then back to Jack.
Joining the dots.
I guess I’ll have to get used to that.
We’re not in each other’s arms, but anyone can see there’s something pretty powerful going on between us.
Thankfully, Jason’s mature enough to not make a thing out of it, his smile is more a quiet ‘congratulations’ than the usual mockery I’m used to.
“Something wrong, Jason?” I hear Jack ask him, an edge in his voice that matches a certain growl I know he can also make.
The animal soundtrack when he’s staking claim over what he knows is his.
“Not a thing,” Jason replies and leaves us both to finish what looks like the busiest night of his life.
