Page 33 of House of Payne
Not that it matters to me. Nothing does, as long as I get her.
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My phone rings, snapping me back to the present. I sit up in my chair and fish my phone from my jacket pocket, seeing Carlisle’s name on the screen. I frown.
He never calls unless it’s something urgent. He prefers to handle business in person.
“Carlisle,” I answer brusquely.
“Boss,” he greets in response.
“What?”
“It’s been two weeks since our conversation about acquiring buildings,” he reminds me. “I hope you’ve had time to look over those files. I wanted to follow up on that. I know you won’t make a decision without thinking about it first.”
It’s been difficult to think of business matters with London on my mind, but I’ve managed. I’m a businessman above all else, and I won’t let any woman distract me from that.
Not even a woman as alluring as London is.
“I have put a lot of thought into it,” I assure him. “I know Liam Fitzpatrick and the Everetts need these locations so they can start moving more product, and I already have people ready to finance those deals. I’m just picking out the perfect ones.” I pause. “Where is Berrett Callahan at with his repayment?”
“That old fool?” Carlisle chuckles. “I didn’t expect much from him, and I wouldn’t advise you to. We haven’t seen anything yet, and it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting our money from him any time soon. Not with the business he hasn’t been bringing in. He simply doesn’t have the money.”
“So, I assumed.” I mull over the possibilities, though I already knowwhat I want. “Let’s make our move on that property, then. I want the building, but most importantly, I want the girl.”
“The girl?” Carlisle asks.
“Yes. Berrett has a daughter who could be useful. It’s important that you bring her to me. Once you have her, bring her to my residence upstairs and leave her in my library. I’ll take it from there.”
“Of course,” Carlisle answers.
At that, I hang up the phone so he can get to work as thoughts of London enter my mind.
I’m finally about to get what I want.
I grip my thighs tightly, and I can’t hold back anymore. I sit back in the chair and undo the button of my pants, followed by my zipper. Relief courses through me as my cock gets a bit more space to breathe.
When was the last time I was this hard?Never.
I don’t bother pulling off my boxers. I pull myself right through the hole and start to stroke myself, eyes closed as I imagine that instead of my hand moving up and down along my base, it’s London’s.
In my head, she knows just what I want.
She’ll start slowly, teasing me, and making me want her more. Then, she’ll pick up her pace, tightening her grip and using that small thumb of hers to brush along my tip, forcing me to buck my hips.
My breathing becomes heavier, and my fist tightens on what I want to be those blonde locks.
I grip harder, my hand moving faster, as I work myself to the edge, thinking only of her. It isn’t long before I can feel myself getting tighter, and my climax closer. My hand disappears into my boxers, and one flick at my balls is all I need to erupt.
I rarely need to touch myself.
There’s always someone around who’s willing to take care of it for me.
Still, there have been times when it’s easier to get it over with myselfand get back to the task at hand.
Grabbing a Kleenex, I wipe myself off before stuffing my satisfied member back into my pants.
I wish I had the real thing now. I imagine all the things I would do to her. It won’t be long until she’s mine. My body aches with the thought of the pleasure that doe-eyed girl will bring me. She’ll fit perfectly into my world.
