Page 43 of Savage Temptation
I give him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. I know you’re a busy man. I have work to do, too.”
“One of the plants I hired to make a chip is demanding to meet with me in person. I offered a videoconference, but they want to serve their egos by getting a photo op.”
“Call me when you get back,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant when it feels like he just took a sledgehammer to my heart. “If I’m around, maybe we can hook up again.”
“Actually…” he bites his lip, making him look oh, so delicious. “I have another idea.”
And then it occurs to me that he might think our deal was made prematurely and without much thought. What are the chances he’s going to want to stay celibate if he’s out of the country when I’m not even his girlfriend?
“If you want to call this off—”
“I want you to come with me,” he blurts out.
“Come with you?”
“I know you do most of your work from a laptop. Why not do that inside my private jet or in a lavish hotel room, and between cases, I’ll pamper you by letting you suck my cock again.”
I slug him in the shoulder as I begin laughing so hard tears well in my eyes.
“Sorry, sorry—” he puts up his hands defensively, “it doesn’t have to be a working holiday. My dick’s all yours.”
I struggle to regain my composure, but conflicting emotions are streaming through my body as chaotically as Pop Rocks. All I want to do is spend time with Atticus, and that’s a problem, because this is a once-in-a-lifetime deal.
I have thirty days. A handful of them are gone.
But perhaps I’m looking at this the wrong way. No matter how much time I have with him, it will never be enough. I’ve loved him for at least a decade, and this is the only time in my life I’ll ever have him this way.
And I’m not going to waste a moment of it.
CHAPTER13
ATTICUS
If it weren’t for Tessa sitting across the aisle, I’d be out of my damn mind right now, screaming into my phone, threatening to drive the goddamn company that’s pissed me off out of existence.
Could I do it? Perhaps. I could funnel money to their competitors or even go into their industry myself to try and edge them out, but that takes time.
I’ve sourced factories around the world to help create components for the Playground. While many of them are based out of the U.S., with the sheer volume of product I need, I had to tap other factories as well.
Every company was carefully researched and promised to follow ethical standards, and so far, everything’s gone swimmingly.
Until Conduit Manufacturing decided they desired more exposure. A month earlier, I would have laughed in their faces and gone with another company, but now that I’ve declined some of the other offers, it’s easier to just take a flight to Japan and pose for a ribbon-cutting than return to negotiations.
I’m furious I didn’t see this coming. Most people wouldn’t dare fuck with me. I’ve felled giants, and a fucking chip manufacturer hardly stands a chance if I projected my full wrath.
Thankfully, Tessa was able to make the trip with me and is now happily tapping away on her keyboard as I straighten shit out on my end.
We’re flying sans flight crew, because Tessa said she wanted privacy, but we’re comfortable enough, and I made sure the jet was well stocked.
I’ve already emailed Lance, explaining the situation. Thankfully, I can trust him to fill in for me at other meetings I can no longer attend. Samantha is handling other forms of communication, keeping the rabid dogs at bay.
The ceremony Conduit’s demanding I attend should only take a few hours, then I can spend the evening with Tessa. Since we won’t be in NYC, perhaps she’ll even let me treat her to a nice dinner. Having her on my arm would be a dream, and afterward, we can spend the rest of the night in the penthouse suite I reserved for us.
Just thinking about Tessa’s sweet lips wrapped around my cock turns my rod to steel. It was clearly her first time giving head, but every moment of it was perfection, from her bulging eyes to those addictive little moans of hers.
I sneak a glance at her, trying not to leer. If she weren’t so engrossed in her work right now, I’d make it my mission to give her as many orgasms as possible before landing. I guess I’ll have to be content watching her from afar as I rearrange my damn schedule.
Her hair is piled on her head in a messy bun, which is far more alluring than the carefully set hairpieces the women I’m usually with wear.
