Page 106 of Worth Loving You

My muscles sagged and I released a long, drawn out sigh, finally sinking into my chair. Snatching her off by her hair, I shoved her aside to put my dick back in my underwear.

She fell to her bottom on the floor, gasping, sweat beading on her face and spit hanging off her mouth.

I jutted my chin and swung my head toward the bathroom. “Clean up,” I grumbled, yanking the zipper into place.

Her thin brows furrowed in confusion, but she silently rose to her feet and scampered across the office.

Rolling my chair back to the desk, I picked up the receiver and tapped the button. “Sorry about that. Look, tell Pops it’s taken care of. I fly out to Washington in a few days. It’s going to be fine.”

“He wants a little more reassurance—”

“You know what?” I barked, getting pissed off. “You and Pops are constantly riding my ass lately, and I’m getting sick of it. I have been doing my job pretty goddamn well for years, now all of a sudden, everyone has complaints.”

“Because ever since you hooked up with that cow, you’ve been distracted,” he answered so flippantly and bitterly, he actually knocked me speechless for a moment.

My rage springing to the forefront, my sight coated in shades of light red, I pointed at nothing in particular and stared at a spot on the floor a few feet away.

“You listen to me right goddamn now, you son of a bitch. First of all, it’s no surprise my future wife is a plus size woman—”

“Future wife?” he roared, stunned.

“Yes, future wife. I plan on proposing to her soon, so stop acting like it’s odd that I fell in love with her.

“Secondly, that is going to be my wife, your sister-in-law, mother to my children, mother to your nieces and nephews. You will show her respect, or I will force you.

“Thirdly, my job has not suffered one goddamn bit, and we both know it, so this ends now. If you think you can do this job better, it’s yours. I would love to stay home with Chazzy and never have to leave town without her again.

“I have dealt with the issue in Portland. I just got to New York from Ontario last night and am headed to Washington tomorrow to pick up the packages, so Pops has no reason to be concerned about anything. That is the end of this discussion.

“Now, if you have any complaints about my fiancée, you need to keep them to your goddamn self from here on out. You will show her respect, you will never give her any reason to feel inadequate or uncomfortable in your presence, and you will accept her. You will not!” I roared, swiping an arm through the air. “Be rude to her at her birthday party, is that understood?”

“This is bullshit, Milo.”

“I don’t care what you think, Jack. My life, my choice. I am thirty-eight years old, I want a wife and kids. She’s who I chose. Deal with it.”

I slammed the phone down and sank into the chair, a headache tightening around my brain. What the hell was the problem? Though most of my mistresses were slender and petite, my preference in women had always, always been larger. Ever since I was thirteen or fourteen, and brought my first girlfriend home, she had been plus size. Why was everyone blowing a gasket over Chastity? It didn’t make any sense to me.

My brows arched, my lips pursing for a moment. Perhaps because this time, I was making something permanent and not just banging her. A permanent, overweight member of the family? Someone who wasn’t going to have surgery after surgery to force perfection was something the Pampinella’s weren’t used to.

An image of my lovely woman flickered in my mind, showing every naked, beautiful inch of her large frame. Every faint freckle on her face, every roll, every stretchmark, every curve.

I shuddered, my cock getting hard again. She was fucking gorgeous, and I loved every goddamn pound. I was a lucky bastard to have that woman’s love and loyalty.

Reaching for the phone to call her, the bathroom door swung open, and the redhead sashayed out, her makeup intact and her hair brushed into a lustrous shine. Flashing a seductive smile, she sauntered toward me, a brow arched.

I dropped the receiver and stood up, unfastening my belt. I was hard as a rock thinking about Chastity and needed this taken care of. Hooking my finger, I beckoned her.

“Mm, ready for more?”

“Yup.”

Grabbing the front of her dress, I snagged her forward, spun her around, and flung her over the top of the desk. I tugged her thong aside and pumped my fingers in her pussy to get her wet while taking my dick out. Lining up, I shoved forward and filled her, my hips clapping to the curve of her ass.

My lids closed and I sighed, “Oh, Chazzy.”

She thrashed, twisting her waist to slap at me. “What? Are you kidding me, Milo? I’m—”

I roughly slapped her ass and then grabbed her chin, sneering. “You’re whomever the fuck I want you to be, now shut the fuck up and be a good little whore.”