Page 12 of Hale's Pawn
I giggle. “Oops.” I stand. Oran doesn’t say anything as he continues to sip his coffee. His eyes have left mine and are now glued to my chest. “Stop staring, you’re just going to make them hard for no reason. I have work to do.”
Oran puts the mug down and smirks. “I do too, but they’re practically begging for me to say good morning since you didn’t,” Oran accuses me. He peers up at me for a second and then he looks at my chest again. This time, my nipples truly peak at his attention. “Like fucking clockwork, baby. Come here, I’ll make taking your favorite mug up to you and you can let the girls saymorning, Mr. Hale.”
I step closer to him and wait for him to turn his desk chair around. I slide into his lap, straddling him. He may get on my damn nerves, but the man is good with his tongue. “Say good morning, Mr. Hale. They’re so ready for you.” I practically shove them in his face which was a mistake because Oran is not to be challenged.
8
Oran
The next day,Ainslee still doesn’t beat me to her studio and it makes me smile because I’ve managed to steal her favorite mug again. It’s not even hers anymore. By the time she wakes up, I’m already deep into my work. It’s not late, but if she wants to beat me, she has to be up before five in the morning. I’m a businessman, we value time and time is money, baby.
When Ainslee enters the room, she stops for a second but then she walks over to her area. I can see from the corner of my eyes that she’s going to do something mischievous. I shake my head, just waiting for it. Ainslee sets up her camera in the corner, where you can’t really see much of me. She presses the record button and then she walks over to her desk area and music blasts through the speakers. I look up at her as she glares right back at me. She bobs her head then shimmies her shoulders, gaining a half smirk from me. Ainslee winks at me as she goes to work finishing up whatever the hell she didn’t yesterday. She’s wearing some lounge shorts combo like yesterday, but this one is all white. Her furry white slippers make me shake my head because this really is Andres Bishops’ daughter. Anyone who sees her won’t think she’s that dangerous, especially with her little outfits.
A chuckle escapes my mouth as the next song comes on while she’s jumping, trying to put up a frame of herself. I get up and walk over to where she is. I grab it out of her hands. “Where do you want it?” I ask.
Ainslee moves back a bit as she stares at the wall. “Higher, in the middle.”
“Any others?” I ask her after I put that one up. Ainslee hands me two more frames and I put it up, sort of like a picture collage. I do as she wants, then I move back, making sure it’s exactly where it needs to be. I want to admire how precise I can be but that’s not as important as these three pictures. They’re sort of like a boudoir shoot. In the first one, Ainslee is much closer and staring right into the camera with a red lip while her hair is pulled back, probably in a ponytail or something, I can’t tell. In the second picture, you see more of her. She’s sitting on a leather chaise with black heels and is nude as hell with her legs open but her hand strategically placed over her pussy, so you can’t see a thing. Her arm is over her breasts, covering her nipples. She’s giving a sexy look, one that could rival other models. In the last one, she is straddling the chaise with her head thrown back. Her hair is straight and down to her butt in this position. You can see the outline of her body but you can’t fully see how nude she is, except for her ample ass cheeks.
“Admiring art, Mr. Hale?” she says to me. I reach out and grab the middle frame, taking it off the wall. “What are you doing?” Ainslee asks.
I don’t answer her as I leave the room. Ainslee follows me all the way to my walk-in where I put the picture up. “Now, learn to not question where I place things in my house.”
Ainslee snorts, mumbling under her breath as she walks away, but I hear her words. “Just say you like the picture, asshole.”
“What did you say?” I ask quietly, sneaking up on her from behind.
Ainslee spins on her heel and she stops herself from whatever she was about to do. “Oran! Stop sneaking up on me like that!”
I smirk. “Or what?”
“Let’s spare you the details,” Ainslee says. “Don’t you have work to do?” Ainslee rolls her eyes and turns to walk away. This earns her a quick smack on her ass cheek.
“ORAN!” she yelps, as if it hurts. Dramatic ass.
Before she could say another word, I rub it. “See? All better, Now, I want to say good morning to my girls since you just keep forgetting to say it.” I spin her towards me and lift her, placing her on the closet island. I lift her top and say good morning. Hopefully, if I keep going like this, she’ll defy me some more so I can figure out different ways to catch her slipping. I like this.
9
Oran
The reasonwhy I’m in here over the next couple of days while Ainslee does her video editing is to simply let her know that I do what I want. That and the fact that she doesn’t have the good manners to sayGood morningto me. Not only that, but each morning that I’m in here, I’ve found different ways to say good morning to Ainslee, my stubborn wife and her loving body. Each body part for a different day. Who knew a man of my caliber simply had to get his dick sucked before looking at paperwork for the workday to just run so damned smoothly? As smoothly as she takes me into her mouth, in between those luscious fucking lips.
I shake my head, trying to not think about pleasuring my wife, or vice versa. If she wants to be left alone, well… not gonna happen. I never thought much about those things, but now halfway watching her do it, I can admit it’s fascinating. I’ve set up a makeshift office here. My desk is right across from hers, just because she told me to leave her alone. If she wants to be left alone, well oops, should’ve never married me. I would’ve let her be if she didn’t insist on being alone.
I tune her in and try not to jump my wife while she’s in the middle of doing her videos. Ainslee is recording about her makeup brushes and talking about the different ones. Honestly, my question is why are there so many? Ainslee sighs and looks my way. “You’ve been making a sound every time I pick up a brush, you could just, I don’t know, go to your own study? Or better yet, your physical office.”
I smile, knowing it’ll throw her off. “I could... but then again, that’s not how couples spend time together.”
Ainslee glares at me. “I thought you were the silent one.”
“And I thought you were a lazy-ass brat. We all have our misconceptions.”
“Oran!”
“If you don’t want another reason to be saying my name that loud, don’t do it again,” I warn her.
I can sense the shift in the room from just the look in her gray eyes. I think hers have speckles of brown in them. They change color in the sun as well. Leaning towards a more brown than gray. Does she know that? Ainslee opens her mouth to say something that I know might get her spanked, but my cell rings. I look at it and it’s Jagger video-calling me. I pick up and I lift my forefinger, giving Ainslee the universal sign for one second. Ainslee flips me the bird and I grin. I’m going to enjoy taming her. “What’s up, asshole?”
