Page 88 of Big Daddy

“Thank you for believing in me. You know, you’re a lot of the reason I’m here,” I tell her, ignoring the sudden emotional knot clogging my throat.

“Ditto,” she beams, sliding her shoulder bag onto her arm. “Okay, talk soon. In fact,” she says, lifting the sleeve on her Chanel suit coat to glance at her watch. “I’ll call in two hours after I email over everything else, sound good?”

I nod. “Sure. I’m going to the doctor’s office with Brielle at eleven but it shouldn’t take long.”

Corinne smiles. “Okay, talk soon.” She leaves the door open behind her, and a moment later, Pen wanders in.

I don’t hate Pen the way Quincey does. I’m not as annoyed by him as Quincey is either. But, to be fair, Pen does have a way of getting under your skin and being completely blind to all the hints you drop for him to leave. Still a great lawyer.

“Corinne is really thriving,” he says, peering up at the framed graduate degree hanging from the wall. Big Daddy framed it, surprising me by having both of my degrees framed and hung. “So are you, it would seem.”

“I thrive, we thrive,” I say, always continually reminding the men of Parker & Pen that I’m not a threat. Fuck, I’m not even a lawyer, but if you put a woman in an office, that’s enough to make their hackles rise.

“That’s right,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets as he cruises around my office.

“Did you need something?” I ask, crossing my legs, wishing he’d leave so I can unbutton this snug ass pencil skirt and put my feet on my desk in privacy.

“Actually,” he says, turning to face me. “I was wondering?—”

“What do you want?” Big Daddy barks from the doorway, eyeing Pen like he’s a criminal on the loose.

“Just seeing if Win could work up a business card design for me. I’m tired of my current cards,” Pen replies immediately while also moving toward the door.

“Use VistaPrint,” Big Daddy barks.

“Quincey,” I chide, frowning at him. “I can make you a new card. Email me cards you like, okay?” I say to Pen, smiling.

Pen raps his knuckles on the door frame on his way out. “Will do. Thanks, Win.”

Big Daddy grabs Pen’s arm by the bicep before he can get too far. “Winnie. Winnie,” he pronounces, heavily enunciatingthe last syllable of my name. Pen shakes his arm free, glaring at Quincey before striding away.

He closes the door behind him. “Where does he get off calling you Win?” he balks, striding toward my desk where he immediately lifts me from my chair, placing himself in the seat and me in his lap. His cock pokes into my ass.

“Does arguing with Pen get you hard?” I tease, tugging on his silk tie, feeding my fingers through the soft peppered strands along the side of his head.

“Keeping men away from you gets me hard,” he growls into my mouth before biting my bottom lip, sucking me into an aggressive, passionate kiss.

He growls as I push against him but eventually, I slide out of his lap, onto my feet. “I can’t. I have to meet Brielle uptown at her doctor’s appointment, remember?”

Quincey adjusts his cock in his slacks with pout. “Why can’t Lance and Augustus go? I wanna fuck you,” he whines.

I tap my gold watch, the one he gifted me last week for giving him a foot job that made him nearly melt. “I told you; they’ve got a meeting with the sex toy company they’re partnered with. They can’t miss it.”

He adjusts himself again, then fixes his hair. I love watching Big Daddy right himself. “Well, I’ll blow off my 11 o’clock and come with you.”

My brow falls flat. “They do a vaginal ultrasound at this appointment,” I deadpan.

“Ugh,” he groans. “Never mind. I guess I’ll just stay here and work.”

I grin, reaching past him to gather my purse and phone. “Oh, poor Big Daddy, having to stay in his high-rise and do lawyer things.” I stick my lip out in a pout. “It’s so hard to be you.”

He grabs his cock through his slacks, his head visible against the fabric. “Very fucking hard,” he teases drily.

“C’mon. Walk me to the elevators and kiss me goodbye,” I say, wiggling my fingers at him. My bare fingers, I might add. He gets up, trudging toward me, still using one of his monstrous hands to adjust his even more monstrous erection. Sliding his hand in mine, I slide mine out, letting it flop dramatically to my side.

“Geez,” I hum, lifting my hand, turning it over, studying it. “It slipped right out of yours. I guess there’s nothing for you to hold onto, hmm,” I say wryly, my eyes sliding to Big Daddy’s.

Dark eyes narrowed, his lips quirk as he clamps his hand around mine with force, making me squeal. “Don’t you start with me Winnie. You know you’ll be my wife. I just haven’t found the ring yet.”

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