Page 77 of Tender Offer
Madison
Can aspirin relieve a headache in your vagina?
Preston was always a passionate lover, but the way he left me tired, speechless, and contemplating the meaning of life is wild.
His tongue expelled me of all reminders of mediocre lovers who’ve licked my pussy with little energy and zero enthusiasm. Forget anything with a hand. Half of them fingered like they were digging for spare change in the cracks of a couch.
Preston did more than please me last night—he revived my mind, body, and soul.
It was perfect. The dinner. The bench next to his mother’s with that inscription.
I will love you until the day after forever.
Soft snores gently lift the muscles in his back. Half of his body is above my duvet, concealing the ass that pistoned into me and the long, toned legs that slammed into the backs of my thighs when he took me from behind.
When we were in Paris, waking up next to him was my favorite part of the day. I’d watch him sleep on the days when earlymeetings and constant travel didn’t take him away. In sleep, his usual sharp and confident profile was at peace. Sometimes, I’d catch his dimples when he smiled at whatever had his mind at ease. They’re here now.
His lashes curl over his eyes, which are creased with crow’s feet. The first hints of silver lightly dust his tousled strands on the pillow that cushions half of his face.
No one has ever gone to such lengths to earn me. I can lay our past to rest where it belongs. I want to accept his tender offer with no reservations.
But there is one reservation….and I can’t shake it.
Somewhere in the back of my mind is a voice warning me that what’s too good to be true often is.
“The purpose of sleeping in is to sleep,” Preston mumbles. He pops an eye open and grabs my arm. “Come here.” I leave my side for his chest when he rolls over and nestles me into the crook of his arm. “What are you up to?”
“Thinking,” I say.
“About?”
“This. Us.”
His lips tip into a grin. Why does he have to be so fine this early? “I see,” he says, stroking his goatee, which I might’ve sucked on more than once last night. “Ready to accept my tender offer?” He casts me a glance with hooded eyes.
“I didn’t say that.” I giggle at the grumble that rattles his broad chest. “I’m not trying to be difficult. There’s just a lot to consider.”
“Like?”
“Like you being a busy CEO, for starters. If you’re not in meetings twenty-four seven, you’re traveling.”
Preston kisses the headscarf I had the sense to put on after our shower earlier this morning. “I will always make time for you, Puff. Delegation is a value among my team. I can’t guaranteethere won’t be moments of busyness—or the need to travel—but I’ll always check in and ensure you’re comfortable. You are my top priority.”
Good answer.
“Just like that?” My brows narrow.
“I know the boss pretty well.” He winks and pulls my thigh across his waist. “What else?”
“There’s the obvious location issue. Your life is in London; mine is here.”
“True,” he nods. “We still have time to figure that out. I won’t go longer than a week apart, though.”
“So, what—I pack my things and move across the pond?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“And wait for you to get home?”Tuh.“What about my life and my career?” London treats me well, but that doesn’t mean I’ll become his shadow.
