Page 48 of Old Money

I swallow.

Yikes. I was afraid of that.

SAWYER

“Everett Enterprises has never been as lucrative as it’s been under his reign,” he goes on. “It’s never had more acquisitions; it’s never expanded at this rate. My father launched us further ahead than my great-grandfather ever could have imagined. But the thing is, it’s also further ahead than we ever needed to be, and we’ve left too many people behind.”

I roll over to him, tucking my hands under my head, hanging on every word he says.

“My grandfather, he was…God, he was everything I want to be in a man. He knew that our money could change things. He knew that any other man could have struck oil the way his dad had. That it easily could have been some other lucky bastard. He thought that if we were going to take from the land, we should give back too. He used to give away thousands and thousands of acres to different communities for them to build on. He’d hand-pick a few hundred small businesses every year to fund. Not to invest in; he’d never take a return. Just to get them started. On Christmas every year, he’d take us into the city and let my brothers and me each pick a different apartment building. And then we’d walk around to every single door and give each family a thousand dollars. My dad never came.”

His eyes look heavy now.

“Old money is different than the type of money we have now. It grew slower. It was harder to come by. And my grandfather thought that he was given the opportunities that he was because others couldn’t. He believed in philanthropy. By the time he died, he had almost lost his billionaire status because he’d given so much away. And that’s what we’re going to do.”

My eyes grow wide.We?

“Who’s we?” I ask him.

“My brothers and me—well, at least me and Keaton. My dad…he has to think he’s in charge. There is a specific way you have to work him. Keaton, he can’t stand it. He donated his entire trust fund to different charities. He has put a ton of his own money into a few non-profits he started and lives well beneath his means. That’s his way of combating it. But me, I’m working my dad in a different way. I’m learning the ins and outs of the businesses. I’m learning the key players. I’m making small moves when I can. And eventually, I’ll be CEO. And when that day comes, we have a plan in place to spread the money out so much that we will lose that same status. But it has to be done carefully so that all of this money and power doesn’t fall back into the hands of another greed-stricken man who will just keep building the empire the way my dad has. Instead, we’re going to break it off, piece by piece, essentially giving away small portions of our businesses to small business owners.

We will have contracts in place that will ensure diversity, equal pay, all that kind of stuff, so that no one ever gets screwed over by Everett Enterprises ever again. And Keaton and I will remain members of the board who will oversee it all so we can make sure of it.”

God, I really didn’t think he could be any sexier…until right now.

“What about Brooks?” I ask.

“Brooks…he’s used to this lifestyle. My granddad died when he was young. He’s never known that side of our family legacy. But I know we can get him there. He’s not against it, but he’s not really for it either. He’s not really for anything, except blondes, booze, and a good time.”

I nod.

“Julian?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“That’s the most amazing thing,” I tell him. “And you’re so fucking hot.” He laughs, and I push him onto his back. And without thinking, I grind myself against him a few times then take him inside of me. And then my eyes widen. He doesn’t have a condom on. Oh, God, it feels good. I want him like this, no barrier, so close. But I don’t want to freak him out. I don’t want him thinking I’m trying to get knocked up to hold onto anything.

“I’m sorry,” I say, frozen on top of him. “I…I wasn’t thinking. I’m not on the pill and…” I go to move, but he grips my hips.

“Sawyer,” he says, “I had a vasectomy. It’s totally your call. I get tested after every partner. And the only person I’ve been with in the last six months is you.”

Whoa. That’s a lot to take in.

But so is his giant cock. And knowing I can ride it to my heart’s desire right now? Yeah, the overthinking about all the information he just laid on me will have to come at a different time.

I move my hips slow at first, feeling every inch of him touching every inch of me.

“Oh, God,” I moan. I suck my teeth as I move, letting him hit the deepest parts of me.

“That’s my girl,” he says. “Bounce for me, baby. Let me see what you can do.”

Fuck, the praise.

I reach out, taking his hands and putting them on my breasts. He squeezes and massages them, tugging at my nipples until they peak. I want to do dirty things to him, and I want him to do them back. But this night feels bigger than dirty sex. And I think he feels it too. He hooks his hands under my knees and flips me onto my back before plunging back into me. He cages my head between his arms, staring down at me while he thrusts in and out of me.

“Sawyer,” he whispers, “you’re everything.”

Then he reaches his hand down between us, circling my clit as he pounds into me. We come moments apart from each other, collapsing into a twisted ball of sweat and sex and soul-crushing adoration.

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