Page 51 of Hearts of Wealth

I gave him a dry look. “Because I know my father. What is it?”

“It’s about his meals,” he started. “I know you are following the recommendations from his doctor, but I’d like to suggest something, and please keep an open mind.”

“What?”

“I mentioned to your dad that my chef can pretty much make cardboard taste good,” he said carefully. “I would like to hire him to cook some meals for your father. It’s a way for your dad to see healthy food can be good. It doesn’t have to bland or dry.”

“No offense, but your chef is a little out of my price range.”

“Catherine, this would be my gift to him. I want to do something to help. And I owe the guy some pay since I’m not using him as much as I planned to. Your dad was on board with it, but he said you would be the one to resist.”

I laughed. “He knows me well.”

“Yes, he does,” he agreed. “Will you let me do it? I’m sure I can get the recipes. We’ll see what your dad likes and what he doesn’t. Then he can cook for himself or you can cook for him.”

It wasn’t a bad idea. “That’s very generous,” I said. “My cooking skills are very basic. My dad’s skills are even more basic. I learned what I know from him. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to shake up our usual menu.”

“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll call him in the morning.”

“Thank you,” I said with a smile. “You have certainly become my hero lately.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

I got up from the couch and stood in front of him. He frowned as he looked up at me. I bent down, brushing my lips across his. “Let me show you real pleasure.”

His eyes widened in surprise but then softened, his hands sliding up my arms to pull me closer. “Catherine,” he whispered against my lips, sounding both pleased and surprised. His hands tangled in my hair as our kiss deepened, the world around us fading away until it was just the two of us.

I dropped to my knees in front of him. The movie played on the large screen behind me as I undid the button on his plants. I pulled the zipper down and reached in to grab his cock, which grew in my hand.

I looked up and found him watching me, as I began to stroke him slowly. The world around us disappeared, swallowed by the intense heat between us.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said through a moan.

“I want to,” I assured him, my voice tinged with a tremor of excitement and anticipation. “I want to make you feel good.”

A soft moan escaped his lips as I continued my movements, setting a comfortable pace that allowed me to explore him in my own time. His hand found the back of my head as he leaned back into the couch, his breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke.

With a slow, deliberate pace, I used both hands to work him over. Enveloping him fully, I felt him grow harder under my touch. His body shuddered as I took him deeper, exploring every inch of him with my fingers and mouth. He groaned again, louder this time.

His fingers tightened in my hair as I took him all the way into the back of my throat. He let out a low groan, full of heat and masculinity that sent a wave of desire flooding through me.

“Catherine,” he breathed, his voice ragged and strained. “You get me so hot and hard.”

I didn’t back off but quickened my pace even more. I could feel his body tensing beneath me, an indication that he was close to his edge.

“Stop,” he managed to gasp out. “If you don’t stop... I...”

But he didn’t get to finish his sentence. I continued my movements, pushing him over the edge. His gasp filled the room, followed by a low groan as he climaxed, his body shaking with the intensity of it.

Breathless and flushed, he looked at me with a heated gaze that sent a shiver down my spine. “That was incredible.”

I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth. “Good.”

He leaned forward. “My bedroom. Now.”

I smiled, feeling powerful. I loved that I could undo him. He got to his feet, his pants hanging open, and reached for my hand. He pulled me to my feet and then grabbed my face to kiss me. Excitement raced through my veins. It was a promise of what was going to come.