Page 61 of Never Till Now

A deathbed memory, as she likes to call it.

I spend the next lap around this gondola sending out texts to family. I check up on Kelsie to see if Max has seen any jail walls yet, and Lauren to wish her a smooth work shift. Benson is still in town for a final goodbye, and my family wants to keep me a plane ride away.

I only see red with this divorce, because the fucking dick still gets a small percentage of our fortune. Yes, part of that is my sister’s fault for not doing an in-depth prenup with her own money. My ex filters through my mind, causing more anger with people trying to loot our family. At least Lauren seems to not give a damn about our lifestyle. I take a deep breath of fresh mountain air and remind myself how lucky I am to find someone like her. The gondola ride ends and I’m right back to work mode.

I finish out the next day strong, getting everything in order and present a few different ways to help the staff run a smoother shift. I lie in bed wide awake as the clock turns to midnight. I hate that I’ve been counting the hours of how much sleep I will get if I am able to fall asleep at said second. My flight leaves early in order to make it back so I can finish out my workday in San Francisco. I need to give proper attention to the financials of our company, but with my mental exhaustion, it’ll be hard to achieve. A couple days to recuperate seems warranted, but the chances of that happening are far fetched. How my father managed to work this many hours his entire life beats me. I pull out my phone, knowing it’s still early enough for Lauren to possibly be awake.

Me: Are you awake? My dick is so hard right now.

Cherries: Hard to find? ;p

Me: I said no tongue unless you plan to use it.

Cherries: Hey if women could do that to ourselves, we’d be set.

Me: I want you in my office at ten tomorrow morning.

Cherries: Bossy! I have an appointment. You swing by my place after work.

Me: Deal. Now what is your stance on sending me another photo? ;)

Cherries: I got myself off earlier. Hope this helps your problem. Nighty Night.

*Video delivered*

Me: If there was a jaw dropping emoji, I’d send it. Night.

I click open the video and it more than helps. She’s smart to not show her face, but goddamn, those little moans she makes are distinct and have me busting my load as quick as my preteen self. Yeah, she’s going to ruin me if this doesn’t work out.

I give a full rundown of the past four days to my father and grandfather about Aspen and answer more questions than I thought possible.

“Thank you, son.” My father nods, standing up from his desk. “Your grandfather and I will fly out this weekend to make sure everything is running smoothly.”

“Why did I need to fly out there?”

“Because, Adam George Wheaton…” My grandfather smiles with pride and stands next to my father. “One day, you will be in our shoes running this place.”

I hope their vision has weakened with age and they don’t see the fake plastered smile I put on. I nod and hope my father can’t see my slight disappointment. He knows how much I enjoy simplicity and quiet, but he has chosen to ignore it.

“I look forward to it.” I stand with them, growing a larger set of balls to test out their reaction to putting my need first. “I will be taking two days off this week to head up to our cabin. I need a clear head to return to business. This past week has been overwhelming.”

My grandfather grunts. “I never needed time off. I still only take one day off as a senior.”

“Does Lauren have those days off too?” my father asks, grabbing the attention of my grandfather.

“What does she have to do with me wanting to relax alone?” My eyebrows shoot up.

“You haven’t seen her in a few days, and she works long hours, right?” I keep quiet and see where this is going. “Mallory said you two were dancing in the kitchen.”

“So?”

“Lauren has an admirable work ethic, that’s all.” He smiles but I know that’s not all. “Enjoy your cabin trip. I don’t want you slacking anymore. You’ll be pulling long days for the next week until you’re caught up. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Father.” We head out of the boardroom and I work through my lunch hour.

“It’s open!” Lauren calls when I knock.

I open the door as the sun is setting, casting a golden glow on the bed. I look over as she sets her ice cream on the nightstand. My dick springs to life within seconds. My hand reaches the back of my shirt as my eyes remain transfixed on her body. Lauren lies on display like a fucking goddess. She props on her side with one leg bent. The green La Perla set hugs her body the way I want to. A coy smile plays on her lips as her eyes roam my bare chest. I pull down my shorts and fight the urge to rip down my boxers as I stalk toward her.