Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
He closed his eyes and tried to focus, tried to think of a million different things. Peyton hadn’t used her teeth. She had followed his advice and sucked him into her mouth, and it felt so fucking good.
Shae was very experienced; however, when it came to Peyton, all his experience seemed to be thrown right out of the fucking window. He was at her mercy. And her mouth felt so good as she sucked him.
He closed his eyes, pumping his hips as he did so, and then he looked down, and that was a fucking mistake. Seeing this woman he had his eye on for a long time, on her knees before him, sucking his cock.
Shae only had enough time to give her a warning, and then when she didn’t take it, he filled her mouth with wave upon wave of his cum.
Chapter Five
“You need some help,” Shae said.
Peyton looked up from where she had packaged the last of the baked goods, ready to take them to the elderly home. There were not as many. It seemed in the town of Fort, most had a sweet tooth, but she would always make sure she made a batch of something for them. She would never leave them out.
“What?”
“You’re tired. You’re doing everything from baking to serving. What time would you need to start if you didn’t have to worry about setting everything up?” he asked.
“I’d still have to start the regular time, and I can’t afford to hire anyone,” she said. “Don’t worry about it. I’m perfectly fine and I love what I do.”
“Yeah, but what if you love what you do and it is slowly killing you?” His arms were folded across his chest, and that meant he was not going to back down.
“I’m not killing myself.”
“Peyton, you struggled to stay awake during dinner last night. You think I didn’t notice your head, diving fast toward your parmesan chicken?” he asked.
“Look, some days are good and some days are bad. With Halloween next month, I’m doing extra planning, as it is a good time to turn a profit. That is all,” she said. She was tired.
Her parents had each other to rely on. Where one would come in and bake and give the other time to sleep, she didn’t have that. The truth was, her business was still in dangerous territory. Sure, they were out of the red, and she no longer had to worry about finding rent. Also, miraculously, her wardrobe was expanding at an alarming rate, and she had a feeling Shae was the one to answer to that.
But, if he grew tired of her, or if something broke in her shop, or something happened, she knew she was on that fine line that would send her straight back into the red. She didn’t want that to happen.
Hiring someone always came with a risk. It was why her parents worked as a team. They had hoped she and Lily-May would be a team. There was no chance of that happening. Her sister was not a team player, but more like a team destroyer.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not hiring anyone else.” She didn’t want to keep on telling him she couldn’t afford it.
Shae was wealthy. He had so many employees, and she knew he had so many different businesses. His home screamed wealth, not that she had a problem with it, but she wasn’t going to ask him for help, or a loan, or run the risk of jeopardizing what they had. She could handle this, just as she had for a long time.
“What if I paid them?” he asked.
“No, you’re not going to pay them. You’re not going to hire anyone else.” She pushed some of her hair off her face.
“Do you have a problem accepting my money?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said after a long pause.
Both of his brows went up, and she knew she had surprised him.
“Look, it’s ... you are wealthy, and trust me, I’m not. This place was knocking on death’s door when I took over from Mom and Dad. I just don’t know how they managed to keep this place afloat.” She blew out a breath. “At times I’m terrified someone is going to come marching through that door, demanding I pay them ridiculous money.” She hated to admit it stressed her out more than she even thought.
No matter how often she went over the books and tried to figure out exactly what they did or how they did it, she kept coming up blank. There was nothing here to help her.
But someone had helped them. She just didn’t know who, and the not knowing was scaring her.
“You don’t have to worry about that happening,” he said.
“What?”
“No one is going to come marching through that door demanding you pay up,” he said.
“Do you know who it is?” She hadn’t been wrong then.