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“What am I going to do with you?” he asked absently. He seemed more relaxed than I’d seen him, breathing deeply as I continued licking and sucking. But it wasn’t long before I sensed he was close. His entire body tensed once again, his heart rate also increasing.

I moved up and down on his cock, constantly swishing my tongue.

“Well, fuck,” he growled and jutted his hips off the chair, impaling my mouth.

One hand was firmly wrapped around the arm of the chair, his knuckles white. The other was tangled in my hair, holding me in place as if I had any intention of running.

His breathing even more ragged, several muscles spasmed just before he spewed hot, rich cum into my mouth. “Fuck. Yes.” His roar was loud, filling the space. I had to wonder whether it had filtered outside these walls.

Even though I gulped as much as possible, strings of cream slipped past both corners of my lips. He continued stroking my head as his muscles jerked, every other sound a deep growl.

When he started to come down from the haze, he raked both his hands through his hair and thumped his head against the back of his chair.

I licked his cock, cleaning every inch before crawling from underneath. I sat on the edge still between his legs, forcing him to watch as I ran my finger through the beads of cum that had trickled onto my chin.

“Next time you’ll be covered in my cum.” His statement brought a frenzy of butterflies swarming my stomach.

“I look forward to it.”

He took a deep breath, doing his best to collect himself. When he lifted his head, staring straight into my eyes, I sensed he’d returned to full business mode.

“We should order in. It’s going to be a very long night.”

While his words were all professional, his grin told an entirely different story.

The night was young and it was definitely not going to be all about business.

CHAPTER 21

“Chess is ruthless: you’ve got to be prepared to kill people.”

—Nigel Short

Sebastian

I’d been born and raised to become a ruthless man in both business and in pleasure. Somewhere along the line, I’d softened. Not significantly, but enough to allow someone I trusted to slither through the single crack. It had been reckless of me.

This life was all about the game of chess, every strategic move mattering. I’d all but forgotten that during the successful years. However, I wasn’t about to be outplayed. Yes, I was a ruthless bastard and it was time to return to the man who refused to take no for an answer.

Just like I had with Kacey.

Dawn had barely made its way across the horizon when I strode in through the main office doors. I’d slept very little, spending a couple of hours returning to the figures I’d laid out in a new business plan. Whether Steven wanted to admit it or not, my brother also had an affinity for numbers as well as a flair for the creative.

I’d send both the plan and a scan of the drawings Kacey had provided. They were damn good. It almost seemed as if she’d studied aspects of architecture at some point in her life. Or perhaps she’d studied blueprints of high end, first class international travel cabins.

It felt good to be going in a slightly different direction. In the process of telling my father in no uncertain terms if he gambled ever again, Steven and I would disown him, I’d also made him happy. And proud. He’d never showered either one of us with praise. That hadn’t been his method of parenting.

There were times I’d believed if he dared offer a compliment, he was showing his weakness. I’d hated him for that and so many other things. I’d resented him to this day. Seeing tears in his eyes had floored me. I’d faltered on my words, uncertain what to say to him. I’d been an impetuous kid when I’d gleefully told him I wanted nothing to do with his world.

Either I hadn’t realized or hadn’t cared that I’d hurt him.

And right now, he was secretly purchasing as many shares on the open market as possible of World Hospitality’s stock. Things were falling together.

I didn’t see a light on in Drake’s office and was glad to have the place to myself even for a couple of hours. I had a meeting with yet another investor that late afternoon I needed to preparefor. I’d also left a message for the auditor my father had used. Thankfully, the man had yet to retire. I trusted him, especially since Drake had hired the previous firm who’d been handling the audits every year since we’d opened the doors. Nothing irregular had been found. Not once.

Now I was beginning to wonder if they’d been covering up for the man since I’d also trusted Drake implicitly. The whole thing was ridiculous since I’d been taught never to trust anyone inside the dog-eat-dog world of business.

I found my door ajar and tried to remember if I’d left it that way the night before. Other than the janitors who’d arrived at nine to clean the offices, no one else had popped in while Kacey and I remained, both leaving a little after ten.

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