Blake sprawled on his recliner sofa, dividing his attention between the Financial Times magazine he was holding and cheering Jayce, who was busy playing one of his favorite video games on Saturday night. Jayce was so engrossed in the game, moving his fingers at lightning speed on the controllers, as he tried to defeat the final boss.His phone rang on the side table beside him. He looked over at the screen. It was one of the senior managers, he picked up the phone off the table. “Hey Nicole,” he called out after he swiped a finger across the phone screen. Nichole was calling to give him the feedback from some of their clients she was liaising with as Blake had directed her to do. They spoke for ten minutes and he ended the call. Blake looked at the time on the phone before dropping it back on the side table. It was fifteen minutes past ten o’clock. “It's late already Punky,” he told Jayce and dropped his phone back on the side table. “It's time to go to bed.”The little boy prete
Tasha placed the bowl of the salted caramel popcorn she made an hour ago on a tray, she added a bottle of Paramus rueda verdejo wine to the tray, along with two glasses of wine. She carried the tray to the living room where Grant was. It was their movie night. They had started the tradition two months into their relationship. They were going to spend their night cuddling up and watching movies on Netflix. Grant had since tucked Tyson into bed about an hour ago while Tasha was busy cleaning up the kitchen and making the popcorn. He was firing up the logs of woods in the fireplace when she walked into the living room, tray in hand. She placed the silver tray on a low garden side table. The glowing red from dry logs, along with the soft glow from the TV, illuminated the room for a nice romantic night. Tasha walked up to Grant and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his middle. She kissed him on the neck and he moaned his approval. Her lips were still on his neck when he
He opened her legs wider and then covered her crotch completely with his mouth. His action ignited a fire in her. She lost control of her body and wailed, “Grant! Oh my God Grant!”Her legs shook as her orgasm sped through her with the fire he was igniting on her. “Oh Grant, I am coming.” She panted, writhing with ecstasy, and came with a blast into his mouth. His tongue got to more work in her warm channel, licking up her juices, probing deeper and deeper to get all of her delicious release. She ran her fingers through his hair as her body twisted with a mini orgasm. Tasha pushed her crotch further into his mouth so that his tongue could get deeper into her pussy. He knew what she wanted. He darted his tongue into her and fucked her relentlessly with it until she came again. She rode his tongue until her orgasm subsided. She sat up as soon as she could catch her breath and set him on his back. Tasha straddled him. “I love you so much,” she breathed and cupped his face. “You make
Blake's lips curved into a small smile as he stretched a hand towards Russell, a friend of his elder sister. Russell was from one of the oldest business dynasties in the United States, like the Carter's dynasty. He and Russell had been talking about business for over four minutes before his wife appeared and stood beside her husband. “Hi, Mr. Carter,” she greeted brightly.“Hello,” he tried to beat some excitement into his voice. “Mrs. Evans.”“I'm sorry,” Russell’s wife smiled, her eyes darting from her husband to Blake. “I will have to steal Russell away.”“Oh, with all pleasure,” Blake said, relieved that the man's wife had saved him.“Let's meet up for drinks before the end of the year.” Russell said, and he took Blake's. “I will be expecting your call.”“Of course I will.” Blake made a promise he knew he would not fulfill. “Thanks so much.”Blake gave Russell’s wife a nod as the couple drifted away. He grabbed a flute of champagne from one of the waiters, who was passing a tray
Tasha woke at 5:00 am to the splashing of water against the rocks. She reached out without opening her eyes to silence the alarm. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking sleep from her eyes. “Morning sweetie,” Grant's voice was husky from sleep. He laid a hand on her thigh under the covers. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes, good morning, babe.” Tasha purred and turned to face him. He looked so adorable with his sleepy smile. “Yes, I did.” She planted a kiss on his arm. He moved closer to her, with his hand on her waist, and gave her a thorough kiss. “How is your day going to be like today?” He asked when he pulled away. “Can we meet for lunch?”They were not running this morning, so as usual, they lingered a bit in bed. “I'm going to be busy today.” She said, “Jason is still not back in the office until next week.”She had been standing in for Prof. Jason Douglas, the Head of department for the last three weeks. Marcus had undergone a minor surgery and was asked to take some time off work.
It was past eight at night on Christmas eve. Tasha, Grant, along with Tyson arrived in Sandville late afternoon for Christmas. Tasha, Grant, her father and her mother were watching a Christmas carol on the TV with cups of her mother's homemade hot apple cider drinks in their hands. The Christmas tree was blinking cheerfully in a corner. She planned to sneak back into the living room later, after everyone might have retired, to add the presents she and Grant brought with them. Tyson had gone to her brother's house so that he could be with his cousins. “I guess we should call it a day,” Tasha announced when the carol ended. She was already yawning and feeling jet lag.“Good night,” Grant said Mr. and Mrs. Harrison went upstairs with Tasha.Tasha and Grant changed into their nightclothes and brushed their teeth. “Mom suggested that you and I should attend my grandma's church tomorrow for the Christmas service. So you can meet her.” Tasha said, as they climbed into bed. Her maternal gr
“Derek?” Blake said in astonishment into the phone. “You again?”It was the second day of the new year. It surprised Blake to hear from him again. He hadn't called him since he outsmarted him with the Clinton Limited deal. “Yes, it's me again,” he said with a hint of laughter in his voice. “I guess you didn't expect my call. Well, for your information, I am a good sportsman. You win some, you lose some.” He burst into laughter, irritating the hell out of Blake.“Derek, what do you want?” Blake aimed the remote at the TV to reduce the volume. “I'm a busy man. I don't have all day.” “I want us to meet for lunch or dinner tomorrow,” he said. “I would like to discuss a business idea with you, if you don't mind.”“What business?” Blake didn't understand what was going on. “Let's meet for dinner,” Derek insisted. “Am sorry,” Blake started pacing round the living room. “I can't come for any dinner if I don't know what the deal is about.”“First, Blake, I want you to know that I am not y
“That’s good to hear.” he sat upright again. “You can go ahead and make all the adjustments.”“Awesome,” she smiled back at him and shut down her laptop.“Should I order lunch?” My house staff members are all on holiday. He checked the time on his wristwatch. “It’s going to take a while, the restaurant takes their time to get my food ready. Or would you prefer we go out to eat?” “It's okay,” she put her laptop back in the bag. “I'll wait, I am free for the rest of the day, so I can wait.”He walked to the corner to where the phone was and made the order. “Okay,” he said finally and dropped the receiver. He strolled back to Cassie and extended a hand to her, “come, let's fix you a drink before food comes.” She took his outstretched hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. They went to his well-stocked bar in another part of the living room. “What would you like to have?” he inquired from her with a slight chuckle.“I want you to guess what I would like,” she gave him a flirty