Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I repeated this until she was well and truly gone, falling over the edge so completely that she took me right along with her.
“God, Copper,” she gasped as I carried her into the bathroom a few minutes later. “That was fantastic, and I’m fairly sure it sapped all my energy. Yet you’re still hard.”
I winked at her. “If it makes you feel better, I think it’s because the knowledge that you’re mine makes me super fuckin’ happy. I just want to drown you in my happiness, too.”
She snickered, reaching back to pull the showerhead off the wall before rinsing herself clean of me.
I watched my release trail down her thigh and swirl around our feet before sinking down the drain.
When I looked back up at her I said, “I like when you’re full of me.”
She hung the showerhead back up and reached for the soap.
“Want to know what I like?” I asked.
“What?” I lifted my arm above my head and grasped the top of the shower while she lazily trailed the soap along my body.
“I like that I get to do this for the rest of my life, that’s what I like.”
Twenty-Three
You eat corn the long way.
—Text from Cutter to Copper
BAKER
“Good morning, Mrs. Clayborne.”
I grinned at Cane Beaufort and said, “Good morning, Mr. Beaufort. How are you today?”
“Doing good,” he said. “Can’t say my wife’s real happy about me coming to work in a bar, but she’ll come around.”
I’d heard about Cane’s wife. She was a total and complete douche. The few times that I’d met her had been at Copper’s old office. Cane’s wife, Dara, had been meeting him for lunch and had thrown a bitch fit when she’d had to go through security to get to Cane’s office on the fourth floor.
I grinned. “The bar is only the front. Though, Copper’s already talking about moving back to the old place because of the bullshit he’s gone through having to get permits in Dallas.
“When we get the back entrance in, you won’t have to come through the bar anymore, and then it’ll be like just going to a regular office,” Copper said. “And no more worries about offices. Permits were approved and we can break ground immediately. Milena’s sister-in-law’s brothers’ company is going to meet up with me after our staff meeting and we’ll get all the final plans approved.”
“That sounds exciting.” Cane looked around. “I kind of like the atmosphere, though.”
“Same,” Copper said. “And I like where it’s located as well. Clients are going to come in here and be instantly at ease because it’s not an uptight office building.” He turned to me. “Got an offer on my building.”
“Already?” I asked.
“Yeah, new up-and-coming tech company that’s trying to be Google’s rival is interested in making a name for itself, and they need a status symbol,” he said. “Now that there’s no board since I own majority, I can just approve the sale.”
“I say go for it,” I said. “Then you’ll have the capital to build this place.”
He looked into my eyes and studied them for a second. “I just want to have nothing to do with that place. Paid off building or not.”
I grabbed the hand that was fisted at his side and placed a kiss onto his knuckles. “Copper, no one cares about the building. We just want comfortable chairs and air conditioner.”
“I gotta say, the booths in the bar are really kind of great,” Cane interjected. “My only complaint is having to clean up all my crap at the end of the day so the bar can open.”
“That’s actually going to change, too.” Copper flipped his hand over and caught mine in his, then tugged me closer so that I was under his arm. “Bar’s closed for the foreseeable future. We’re gonna need a place to work while they’re doing construction back here. And the bar’s it. Feel free to claim any booth you need for now.”
“Uh, sir?” Millicent called out. “All the staff are here and ready to get started with the board meeting.”
Copper nodded and said, “Let’s do this.”
For the next forty-five minutes, Copper spoke with the staff that’d made the cut.
There was Millicent, who was a godsend for Copper. Keely, obviously—who was happily bouncing my happy child on her lap and getting guffaws from him. There was Rawlins, who was going to be watching all the kids of the employees by herself—Rosanna and Candace hadn’t made the cut.
There was Cane, obviously. As well as the security guard, Bells.
There were also two or three others, but I’d stopped listening at one point when Copper had reached out and taken Holt when he started to get fussy with Keely.
He expertly bounced Holt on his muscular forearm and patted his back, instantly calming him down.
It was so hot.
I couldn’t wait to make more with him—which was a far cry from how I felt when he was first born.