“On your mouth!” I pushed him gently, though I was sure a kiss elsewhere would have him an expert on the employees in five minutes or less.
He chuckled and picked up the packet, studying it intently. “You’re on,” he said.
We spent the next two hours simply going through names and faces of all the employees, including security and the janitorial staff. Everyone mattered. Everyone kept this train moving. And everyone deserved respect. That was how I had always viewed the company and why it had made it to where it was today.
I stayed on Chandler’s lap where I could keep him focused—and distracted—on the task at hand. At first, he failed miserably. If I was a teacher, he would get a D. But when I threw in a little more incentive, like a little grind against his cock as I kissed him, or a sensuous swipe of my tongue against his, he was all the more focused. And I was all the more turned on. By the end of the two hours, he knew every name and face of Harold Enterprises. And I was wet. So wet.
“We should take a long lunch,” I suggested, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stifle the desire running through me.
“Really?” He looked taken aback.
“I think I might self-destruct if we don’t,” I whispered against his lips, squirming at the feel of his hard cock against me. I pulled back, looking at him pleadingly.
“We could do that,” he said. “But I don’t think I can wait until we get home.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against my neck, making me shudder.
“Not here,” I said in a whispered moan.
“My driver is downstairs today…” he suggested, just before his tongue ran up my neck.
“Call him,” I commanded, pulling myself from his lap and tugging him up off the floor.
Chandler laughed out loud and stood up. He made the call and I dragged him out of the office as he nervously tried to hide his erection. It wasn’t long until we tumbled into the back seat of his town car, with my skirt hiked up and him pounding into me with his large cock. His driver drove us around the block several times, with the privacy guard up between the front seat and the backseat. Poor guy. I doubted it did much to stifle my screams.
We spent the next few weeks taking our “lunch breaks” in his town car. It was still pretty reckless as CEOs of one of the biggest companies on the East Coast, but I couldn’t help it. At least, it wasn’t in his office. That was what I kept telling myself when we would walk back up to the office, after we made sure we didn’t look and smell of sex. The hold Chandler had on me. My body. Heart. Mind. It was indescribable. I loved him so much. There were just some things I couldn’t help.
Our study session seemed to pay off because the employees were feeling more comfortable in coming to Chandler with questions or even just saying “hello.” He talked to them as equals, not just talking about business, but getting personal, too. He would ask one about their kids and another about their apartment hunt. I looked on proudly, glad that everyone was seeing the man I loved. I could tell they felt seen and heard. He had really stepped into the role of CEO and I was so proud of him for it.
Although, he hadn’t been too happy to hear that some employees were referring to us as “mom” and “dad.” They were our junior associates. Young and having fun. I didn’t think anything of it, but when Chandler found out, he was grumpy, stating that maybe everyone had gottentoocomfortable. I actually thought it was pretty cute.
“They’re just having fun,” I said, waving him off as he sulked in his office chair.
“Hmmph,” he said.
“Besides, you’re going to have to get used to it. Our little girl will be calling you ‘dad’ soon enough.” I smiled at the thought.
This seemed to soften him a little. His shoulders relaxed.
“You’re right, but none of these twenty-something year-olds had better call me ‘daddy,’” he muttered.
I couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, thinking about how some of the younger female employees, and even a few of the male ones, would probably love to call Chandler “daddy.”
Chapter 54
Chandler
“I have a little something for the baby,” said Juliet, her icy blue eyes dancing with excitement. She pulled out a large gift bag stuffed with tissue paper from beside the couch and handed it to Gabriella.
“She’s not even here yet,” said Gabriella with a soft laugh before she tore into the tissue paper eagerly. She pulled out a pink crocheted blanket and a crocheted bunny that matched. Everything was pink, and I loved it.
“These are beautiful!” said Gabriella, running her hands over the soft knit pieces.
“I made them myself,” said Juliet proudly.
“Youmadethem?” I asked, my eyes growing wide as Gabriella handed me the blanket and bunny that were even softer than they looked.
“Juliet isverycrafty,” said Gabriella with a proud nod. “She’s been that way since high school. She’s one of those people who is good at everything.”
“Am not.” Juliet rolled her eyes, growing shy.
