“This mansion was built in the early 1900s and sits on five hundred and thirty acres of land.”
I whistle low.
“Right?” she says triumphantly. “Game changer.
As she talks, I can practically see her brain working at full speed.
“If we’re able to restore it to its gilded-age glory—and I know we can—we could sell it for millions and millions of dollars. Plus, all those billionaires looking for a place in the mountains wouldn’t need to buy undeveloped land and threaten the community. They’d be more interested inproperties like this, which, according to my very preliminary search, there are quite a few of.”
I stare at her.
“You’re a genius, boss. But I don’t think my savings are enough to buy a place like that,” I tell her honestly.
“I know.” She waves the concern away. “I’d invest too, and when it’s time to renovate, I’ll handle the finances and operations while you handle the renovation side.”
“So what you’re suggesting is that we create something like a family business? You want to be a part of MacAllister Construction?”
Her eyes are bright as she nods.
“So what’s the hard conversation you need to have with Gio?” I ask with a frown, not allowing myself to get too excited at the idea of working with Penny again just yet.
“Well…” She drags out the word as she gets up from her chair and straddles me.
“If we’re doing this, I won’t have much free time to continue as his financial advisor. I’ve had that thought in the back of mind for a while, and as much as I enjoy working with him…”
She presses a slow, sweet kiss to my lips. “I enjoy working with you way more.”
“You like working with me boss?” I ask as I rock my hips into her core.
“Yes,” she hisses against my lips.
“So what I’m hearing is that you’re missing our quickies in the office.” Thrust. “The thrill of getting caught.” Thrust. “The crew hearing how good I make you feel?” Thrust.
“Yes, fuck yes,” she moans as she starts meeting my movements.
“Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants,” I groan as I pick up speed.
“Wait.” She freezes on top of me.
“What’s wrong?” I open my eyes, scanning her body frantically to make sure I didn’t hurt her.
“There’s something else we need to clarify.”
She climbs off my lap.
I whimper at the loss of her weight.
“So… I’ve been thinking a lot about this baby,” she starts as she places a hand on her belly.
My heart somersaults.
This is it.
She’s about to tell me what she decided.
“And even though I’m terrified of being a mom…” Her voice grows smaller. “Terrified of bringing a child into the world knowing their daddy is younger than me.”
She lowers her gaze.
