Page 94 of Kade

She kept sending more information on other shareholders daily.

I looked into how many shares Avoy had, remembering what Maddy had mentioned his daughter was saying. Avoy had the least amount of the shares. If he was running his mouth, it wasjust that. He was running his mouth. I asked my PI to look into him as well. But with the rest, the math made sense. If someone was in any place to push for a majority, it would be Moreaux. If each of those shareholders sold to Moreaux, he’d be close—except he didn’t know that Nate also had a stake in the company. When one of the previous shareholders wanted out, we’d gotten there first. It’d been a calculated move early on in case of this exact scenario.

A decision was made to look closer into Moreaux, see if he was going to make a move and when that might happen. And keep trying to figure out who told my father that Kai Bennett was coming after him.

Until then, life went on. It just felt like it was moving at a fucking snail’s pace.

I handled Kade Enterprises. Sam returned to consulting and mentored her clients. Maddy was still grounded. Sam had rained down with Thor’s hammer. And Maddy seemed to be making an effort to return to being the normal teenager we’d known before losing my father.

Either that or she was getting smarter about sneaking out. Her blasé attitude seemed to be thawing. She’d asked to go to a friend’s house to do homework a few times. She’d been allowed to hang out there last weekend as well. If it had to do with school, or if Max was with her, we let her go. I knew Sam was curious about her friends, but Maddy flat-out told Sam it was too early for the friend inquisition. She said she wasn’t sure if she even liked the girl—apparently there was a sister who visited on the weekends? I wasn’t sure if I got all the correct information—but she did bring over a girl named Lucia and introduced her to Sam.

These flashes of the old Maddy warmed her old pop’s heart, and when she asked if we’d come to the football game this weekend, that was an easy yes.

I loved my kids. I’d move heaven and hell for them. A high school football game? Not a problem.

“Maddy’s at her friend’s again,” Sam announced, coming down the stairs. “She’s going to meet us at the game.” She kept talking, but sorry, wife, I was gone.

With a light sweater that fell past her waist a little, she wore leggings and sneakers.

She looked fucking edible.

She went over to pick up her purse, still talking, and I knew what she was going to do. She didn’t enjoy carrying her purse around, and our kids were old enough that she didn’t need it as much, so she often downsized. Her wallet, phone, and lipstick were pulled out. She handed the wallet to me, because my jean pockets were bigger. Her lipstick went into her front pocket, and she’d keep her phone on her as well, though she’d pull it out within a few seconds to check for texts from the kids. The purse went back on the counter.

She finally looked at me, her eyes widening on my shirt before she met my gaze. They widened even more because there was no doubt she was able to read how much I wanted to fuck her. Right now. Right here. Up against the wall. And I’d do it fucking ruthlessly.

She shivered, her eyes darkening. “We don’t have time.”

I grunted. “I’m thinking we do.”

She groaned. “Mason.”

Fuck the game. I stalked toward her. “We got time. Trust me.” Moving in behind her, I fitted myself to her back, and smoothed a hand down her front, sliding slowly, enjoying how her body was already trembling, already getting ready for me. Going to her clit, I rubbed her.

Her chest lifted up in a ragged breath, and she rested her head against my shoulder.

I pressed a hand to her chin so I could have her mouth. As soon as I did, I slid my hand further. Her whole body surged up in my arms.

God, I loved that. She was so fucking responsive. My finger slid inside, another joined. As I worked her over, my fingers went deep and began rubbing, I kept kissing her.Fuck. I groaned, needing more. Just more.

I made quick work here because I hadn’t lied. I wanted to get my dick wet. Soon Sam gripped my arm, her nails sinking in. I fucking loved when she did that. If she broke skin, I loved the pain. My woman did that. God, yes. Just thinking about that, my dick ached, pushing against my jeans.

“Mason,” Sam gasped, tearing her mouth away.

I growled. I wanted to taste her when I got her off. My hand left her clit. I was going to catch her face and turn it back to me, but she caught my hand and shoved it back to her clit. Okay then. I went back to rubbing, a third finger thrusting in, and she almost levitated in my arms. Her knees came up, and I caught her, lifting her and carrying her to the nearest wall. I pushed her up against it, my fingers still sliding inside of her. She cried out as her release flooded her. Her hands flattened against the wall, holding her weight. She was panting, her head turned sideways to me.

Fuck. I liked that look on her face. Dazed. Blitzed. She gave me a sloppy grin, which made my dick throb even harder.

She moaned, as her climax continued to roll through her.

“Love you,” she said, breathless.

I was stupid gone over this woman.

I leaned in and nipped at her bottom lip, my lips grazing hers as I said back, “So fucking much.”

She moaned all over again, her eyes darkening.

When her legs were able to hold her again, I rolled her leggings down, shoving them and her thong out of the way.Unzipping myself, I pulled my dick out and rubbed it against her ass.

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