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Even when I try to go to bed at the same time, she’s fast asleep by the time I get so much as my shirt off.
So when she stops right in front of me, I feel the blood heat in my veins
And when she bends down, places her hands on my thighs, and lowers to her knees between my spread legs, my pulse doubles.
“Did you buy the Helmerson Corporation? I saw the owner of their office building changed to you?” Abdul asks.
Savannah’s fingers tug at my belt buckle.
“Yes.” The word comes out more husky than I intended. But Savannah is working my zipper down and I’m having a hard time focusing.
“Helmerson?” Nero sounds confused. “Isn’t the company that makes chairs and shit?”
“Yeah.” I sink lower into the couch, sliding my hips closer to the edge, and my straining cock closer to Savannah.
My feisty little wife strokes her hand up my length, over my boxers.
“Why?”
Savannah’s fingers spread and she squeezes my dick.
When I draw my eyes away from her hand and up to her face, she nods to the phone.
“Why what?” I ask, forgetting what the fuck we were talking about.
“Helmerson.” When Nero starts, Savannah pulls the band of my boxers down. “Why the fuck would you buy a chair company?”
I watch Savannah as she wraps her little hand around the base of my dick, pointing it straight in the air.
“It was a good investment,” I grunt.
She licks her lips, and my hips buck up.
“How? I just pulled up their public profits. They barely broke even last year.”
I don’t know why Nero gives a shit about this. And I don’t have a single good reason. Helmerson is the company Savannah’s last boyfriend worked at. He was working there while they dated, so I know she’s heard the name before and I have one second to wonder if she’ll recognize it.
But then Savannah’s lips part, and she sticks her tongue out, like a fucking lit up runway.
My own mouth goes dry as she presses her warm tongue to the underside, licking up.
“Personal reasons,” I try to say.
Savannah leans forward a little more, sliding my tip into her mouth and closing her lips around me.
“You bought a chair-making company for personal reasons?” Nero repeats, and I’ve never hated the sound of his voice more.
“That’s right,” I say to both of them.
My biceps flex by my ears, as I fight the urge to drop my hands and push her deeper onto my dick.
But I don’t have to, because Savannah goes deeper all on her own.
It feels so good.
Shefeels so good.
“They a front?” Abdul chimes in, still talking about the goddamn chairs. “I hadn’t taken Helmerson for one.”