still under the umbrella of the family business – and countless other fields. Colburn Media, Colburn Press, Colburn Sport, Colburn Insurances.
So, in short, Colburn Global was about keeping everyone happy. Smile, joke, kiss a baby.
“Do you like it?” she asked with a frown, hearing the little note he thought he’d effectively hidden.
Cold opened his mouth, ready to lie as he usually did, but then, he closed it again, shaking his head.
“Not really. It’s not challenging the way Kane’s job is. Sure, there’s a lot of work, and not everything goes according to plan, but when something is wrong, I’m not supposed to find a way to fix it. My job is to ask someone else to.”
“Why are you doing it, then? Nevermind, I know why.”
He quirked an ironic eyebrow, amused at the assumption. They’d known each other for less than a season, it was hilarious to think she might have a clue about things he never admitted to anyone out loud.
“Enlighten me?”
He thought she might say something about his mother, or maybe the insane salary he earned; or perhaps, the fact that it had been professionally challenging, to rise from the bottom to the top. All of the above were perfectly valid guesses; and they also were true, to an extent. None was the reason, though.
“Well, it was to take the pressure off your brothers, right? I mean, yeah they are doing their things, now, but if you hadn’t stepped into the Global seat, they would have done it for your parents.”
A beat passed; while he wasn’t actually thinking straight, his mind went back to theories about UFOs and aliens; mind-reading ones, this time.
Then, he climbed up on the sofa and attacked Alice’s lips.
Chapter 9
She’d felt the shift as though someone had turned on a light switch – one minute, he was kissing her demandingly, but also softly, exploring her mouth, the next he was diving into her, molding them into one. She was on fire, molten under his masterful mouth; her entire body curved upwards, trying to bend against his.
Taking that like the invitation it was, his hand cupped her between her legs, through her flannel pants; these pink unicorns had never seen as much action in their entire existence.
She moaned in his mouth and his response was to slide his hand under the fabric, finding her wet folds.
Fuck, these fingers knew what to do.
But just as suddenly as it had all started, Colt stopped it, moving away from her, to the other side of the sofa.
Really?
Stunned, mouth hanging open, she sat up, shooting him a look of puzzlement.
However, that look changed in a heartbeat.
He’d unzipped his pants and was currently pumping his hard, thick cock.
Fuck, that was major hot.
“I seem to recall something about watching you masturbate on that list of yours.”
That woke her from her funk; somewhere between the chocolate and the scarf, she’d forgotten what it had been about – a temporary arrangement. It had seemed real, for a moment.
Then, she recalled that the arrangement was a great idea – and her idea, too. Colt wasn’t the kind to settle down with, so the mutually agreed expiry date made sense.
She smiled, worked the unicorns down her legs, before spreading them and working her thumb on her clit.
Colt’s eyes never left her, while he wanked along with her. She’d put a couple of fingers inside, and her other hand was rubbing her breast, but the friction wasn’t enough for her; she needed BOB to make it better. However, she had to admit she liked giving a show; this was much better than the pleasure her fingers normally managed to give her.
Colt shifted on the sofa, got on his knees and nestled between her legs; her eyes went wild –that was it, he was going to fuck her, now…
But he didn’t.
He put his dick between her legs, against her clit, and closed her thighs, clasping himself inside. Fuck.
She placed both hands on her breast, leaving her pussy’s care to him – god knew he knew what to do with it.
So, in short, Colburn Global was about keeping everyone happy. Smile, joke, kiss a baby.
“Do you like it?” she asked with a frown, hearing the little note he thought he’d effectively hidden.
Cold opened his mouth, ready to lie as he usually did, but then, he closed it again, shaking his head.
“Not really. It’s not challenging the way Kane’s job is. Sure, there’s a lot of work, and not everything goes according to plan, but when something is wrong, I’m not supposed to find a way to fix it. My job is to ask someone else to.”
“Why are you doing it, then? Nevermind, I know why.”
He quirked an ironic eyebrow, amused at the assumption. They’d known each other for less than a season, it was hilarious to think she might have a clue about things he never admitted to anyone out loud.
“Enlighten me?”
He thought she might say something about his mother, or maybe the insane salary he earned; or perhaps, the fact that it had been professionally challenging, to rise from the bottom to the top. All of the above were perfectly valid guesses; and they also were true, to an extent. None was the reason, though.
“Well, it was to take the pressure off your brothers, right? I mean, yeah they are doing their things, now, but if you hadn’t stepped into the Global seat, they would have done it for your parents.”
A beat passed; while he wasn’t actually thinking straight, his mind went back to theories about UFOs and aliens; mind-reading ones, this time.
Then, he climbed up on the sofa and attacked Alice’s lips.
Chapter 9
She’d felt the shift as though someone had turned on a light switch – one minute, he was kissing her demandingly, but also softly, exploring her mouth, the next he was diving into her, molding them into one. She was on fire, molten under his masterful mouth; her entire body curved upwards, trying to bend against his.
Taking that like the invitation it was, his hand cupped her between her legs, through her flannel pants; these pink unicorns had never seen as much action in their entire existence.
She moaned in his mouth and his response was to slide his hand under the fabric, finding her wet folds.
Fuck, these fingers knew what to do.
But just as suddenly as it had all started, Colt stopped it, moving away from her, to the other side of the sofa.
Really?
Stunned, mouth hanging open, she sat up, shooting him a look of puzzlement.
However, that look changed in a heartbeat.
He’d unzipped his pants and was currently pumping his hard, thick cock.
Fuck, that was major hot.
“I seem to recall something about watching you masturbate on that list of yours.”
That woke her from her funk; somewhere between the chocolate and the scarf, she’d forgotten what it had been about – a temporary arrangement. It had seemed real, for a moment.
Then, she recalled that the arrangement was a great idea – and her idea, too. Colt wasn’t the kind to settle down with, so the mutually agreed expiry date made sense.
She smiled, worked the unicorns down her legs, before spreading them and working her thumb on her clit.
Colt’s eyes never left her, while he wanked along with her. She’d put a couple of fingers inside, and her other hand was rubbing her breast, but the friction wasn’t enough for her; she needed BOB to make it better. However, she had to admit she liked giving a show; this was much better than the pleasure her fingers normally managed to give her.
Colt shifted on the sofa, got on his knees and nestled between her legs; her eyes went wild –that was it, he was going to fuck her, now…
But he didn’t.
He put his dick between her legs, against her clit, and closed her thighs, clasping himself inside. Fuck.
She placed both hands on her breast, leaving her pussy’s care to him – god knew he knew what to do with it.
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