Page 54 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

“I mean, what good is having all this money if I never do things to enjoy it?”

“I’m enjoying,” Quinn whimpers that night in the midst of our discussion.

“So, you’re not mad about it?” I give her a pussy another slow swipe with my tongue while massaging her clit with my thumb.

“This is…oh, God… a very manipulative way…Theo… to have this discussion. Don’t stop.”

I don’t stop.

It’s more than the kids I’m thinking of. Quinn might enjoy the dog. She might also benefit from it.

I cornered Mrs. Hoskins for a quiet conversation while the tree we’d selected was being strapped to the top of my SUV. Marilyn, who’d had training to assist people with emotional support needs before dropping out of the program, was up for adoption.“She’s a great dog, just some focus issues,”Mrs. Hoskins had said. I’ve got two kids. I can relate to focus issues.

I’d come to an agreement with her before we’d left the farm. I’ll be picking Marilyn up to bring home next weekend. I’ve just got to figure out how we’ll give Santa the credit for that.

“I don’t think Santa deserves to steal your thunder,” Quinn murmurs.

“I thought you’d drifted off.”

“No, just floating here pleasantly in my post-orgasm bliss.”

I chuckle and continue softly caressing her bare shoulder. I love laying in bed with her, even when we’re not fucking. I love being with her. “I love seeing you in that state.”

“I love seeing you in that state, too.” She gives me a wicked little grin and slides down the bed. She’s definitely not drifted off. Lucky me. “The kids are going to be so thrilled.”

“What about you?”

“I’m thrilled, too.” My pulse picks up as she starts tugging at my boxers.

“And here I was worrying you’d be upset with me for adopting the dog behind your back.”

She snorts as my cock springs free. “It’s your house, Theo. Me being mad isn’t a consideration, is it?”

She’s not wrong. Itismy house just like they’re my kids. I don’t have to consult her about adopting a dog. And yet, it feels wrong in a way to not include her in decisions. The truth is, I want to include her. Since Quinn and I have become regular lovers, I’m finding it hard to remember this is casual at times.

Could this become something more permanent? But what’s permanent in life?

I loved Kathy with all my heart and still lost her. The thoughts of letting another woman in to that extent, of letting her into my children’s lives and things not working out…

“Theo?” I glance down at Quinn poised over me with her plump, rosy lips inches away from driving me wild.

To love is to risk. Casual is easier.

“Suck my cock, sweetheart,” I tell her gruffly, rubbing my thumb over her lips.

Her eyes flash - she likes it when I tell her what I want, take control - and I catch her smug grin before she does just that. I thread my fingers through her hair and lose myself to pleasure.

∞∞∞

Forty-three days. That’s how long until my father retires. Yes, I’ve started a countdown. My old man has taught me a lot about the business. I respect him. I’ve always wanted his approval but the closer I get to taking over Wolfe Media, the more I’m ready for it to be official and growing to resent his strong-arm tactics.

“You can’t just threaten layoffs every time you’re in a bad mood, Dad.” I need to get with Claire and Dad’s assistant about planning his retirement party. The message needed to be loud and clear. “That’s not the reputation we want here.”

There’s the drive to be the best and then there’s the hard ass, bullying behavior some CEOs still engage in. That kind of thinking belongs in the past with many other outdated and inappropriate behaviors. If I’m heading up Wolfe Media’s future, we’re going to know which century we’re living in and remember our employees are our most valuable asset. Maybe I can avoid another Tom that way… I hope.

“Who says it was just a threat?” he grumbles. For a man in his sixties, he sounds remarkably like a child in need of a nap at the moment.

“I say. Since I started overseeing Marketing after getting back from New York, there’s been tangible improvement.”

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