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“Are you going to tell them?”
“Right now, you’re my priority. Ben’s people will be able to take over next week unless you’ve changed your mind about firing me.”
“I want you by my side buthowis up to you.” I pucker my lips and press them against his. “I have a video conference in a few minutes, so I’m going to run upstairs and tame my hair.”
I pad out of the kitchen and peek over my shoulder at the man I’ve loved over half of my life. He’s moving the eggs around his plate, not eating, which is what he does when he doesn’t know what to do.
As I’m brushing my hair out, I‘m reminded that Beau thinks best when he’s moving. He would always think in his bed by throwing a ball up and catching it over and over. My hope is that he can let himself love me and that he wants me to have and to love, not to just protect. But just like it took time for me to come to terms with Beckett’s cutting and revealing that he loved me, Beau will need time too.
ChapterTwenty-Four
BEAU
Abar chart with three men in rectangles fills her laptop screen.
“Thank you, Mr. Scheck. It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” She said as she closes out the window.
Vanessa has stepped into her role of owner and CEO flawlessly. “You’re a natural. I love the blazer over your pajama top, classy and quick thinking,” I say, laughing. I cross the room, standing behind her. I find myself combing her curly hair with my fingers. The sigh that escapes her lungs strikes me deeper than just my heart.
“I never thought I would love running this business. For some reason, I wanted to escape it,” she says with her corners of her lips lifting. “It’s fun to figure out strategies and solve problems. Barron’s Distillery will produce a small batch of bourbon, and it’s going to take a three year ocean voyage. It’s going to make its way around the world, touching sixty-nine ports. Barron’s 69 Reserve, what do you think?”
Vanessa doesn’t look like any other woman. She’s unique and doesn’t try to fit in, never has and the way she’s taking on this role is amazing, even though she’s worried about her dad. “I think you’re going to do things your dad never dreamed of. Is your headache gone?”
She’s always been smart and feisty but having her create production strategies is fucking sexy. I have to have her right now. It’s time to show herhowI want to be next to her. We look at each other in the mirror over her desk. My hands remove the blazer from her shoulders, letting it fall onto her arms.
I’m still absorbing the details of what happened. None of it changes how I feel about her, though.
She picks up her phone, briefly staring at the screen then speaks. “Look at this. Mrs. Potts said this just arrived at the office.” Vanessa hands me her phone, and it’s a photo of an invitation.
You are cordially invited to Heaven’s Gate Distillery for the annual awards dinner.
Details on back.
“It’s this week.”
Her lips twist over to one side. “It is.”
“Let’s worry about that later. I have plans.” My fingers crawl under her tank, while I watch her reflection. How she tilts her head and shuts her lids when the pads of my fingers graze her nipples. The hum as I nip on her neck.
The flush sitting on her cheeks reminds me of a pale pink rose. They were her favorite when we were young. Then she went through a wildflower phase. Vanessa is the perfect combination of intelligence and fearlessness.
She places her hand on top of mine and trails it down to her belly button. I switch between sucking her neck and grazing the shell of her ear, eliciting the sweetest sounds from her. My fingers explore under her pajama shorts, circling her nub.
“Take your blazer all the way off.”
Hurriedly, she shakes out of it, so it ends up in the seat of the chair. Taking my time, I knead one of her breasts and press harder against her center. She purrs and then grabs my forearm, holding it in place, ensuring I keep working her into a shaky mess of limbs. Running my fingers through her folds and curling a finger inside her.
“Hmmm,” she sounds out with her eyes closed tight. I love watching her in the glass mirror. It’s a first for us. We made love many times, and we worked our way out of missionary style by the end of junior year, but it was still hurried, afraid we would be caught. “Beau… feels… so…”
I don’t let her finish. “Good. I want you to shatter from my fingers.” I speed up then tap on her mound a few times.
“Yes. Yes.”
I grab her chin, turning it to meet my mouth halfway. Smothering her lips with mine, our tongues begin to tangle in the most exquisite way. Hard and soft. Desperate and loving.
We are immersed in a raging fire. I turn the chair around sucking the pebbled pink nipple into my mouth.
These little pajama shorts need to come off. I kiss from her breast to below her flat belly button. She doesn’t have aninnieor anoutie—it’s almost perfectly flush with her stomach. I glance up at her, and she finally has her eyes open.
