Page 532 of Lodestar

“Insider trading.”

“Got proof?”

“Rock solid.”

“Brentner’s an industrialist too, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. But the insider trading was within Kensington FC.”

She yawned. “Fascinating. I’ll invite him. But you have to blackmail him when I’m there. I’ll need some entertainment. This gala is looking set to be boring as fuck.”

My lips twitched. “Whatever floats your boat.”

Because that had been surprisingly easy to convince her of, I strode over to her desk, moved behind her chair, and rested my hands on her shoulders.

As I rubbed her there, she arched her neck, letting me get deeper into the crevices where the knots in her muscles told a story of their own.

“Maybe Iamnervous about tomorrow,” she admitted with a grumble.

“No. You don’t say,” I mocked.

She sniffed.

My fingers trailed over her throat, trickling over her front to settle over her lower belly. “Did you charge it?”

“Of course.”

“I need to work on a better battery life.” I sighed. “I also need to convert one of the spare rooms because I can’t have Kat coming across this shit.”

“I think you should establish a sex toy line.”

“Nah, America’s not ready for a president to have an uncle in the sex toy business.”

“Shortsighted. There’d be a lot less violence if people had more orgasms.”

“I can’t argue with that.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the nook between shoulder and throat. “Where is it?”

“In my desk drawer,” she whispered.

“Use it. It’ll calm you down.”

She gulped but didn’t argue other than to say, “I’m not stressed about tomorrow. I said I’m nervous.” Her hand curved around the handle on the drawer and she tugged it open, retrieving the toy I’d made for her alone. “You never told me why it took you so long to make this.”

“Had issues with the motor. It kept burning out, so I had to make one.”

“You should have been an engineer.”

“Maybe. It’s not my calling,” I dismissed even though I knew my smarts fired her up.

Snagging the toy from her fingers, I flicked it on then ghosted it over her breasts.

Her throat held me in thrall so I continued tasting that area, wanting to leave a thousand marks dusting her skin so she knew she belonged to me, that I belonged to her.

Her head lolled to the side as I teased her nipples then traced circles over her abdomen until she was squirming against the chair, the mechanism rocking back against me as she arched and wriggled, her legs parting to allow me between them.

Moving my lips against her ear, I whispered, “Wider.”

She released a keening sound then lifted a leg and lodged her heel against her pussy. Angling her thigh to the side, she sobbed as I slipped the vibrator behind the waistband of her PJ bottoms.

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