“He’ll get it.” I only hire the best. “And then we’ll know for sure.”
“And then what?” She sips her tea, the sound familiar.
“Then we’ll have to deal with the Santivascis and with Charles.”
“Will his sister appreciate you ‘dealing’ with him, as you say?”
There’s always another wrinkle, isn’t there? I’ve been trying to bide my time with Vivian. Not push her into too much too fast. But I want all of her, every last fucking bit. What will she think if she finds out I’m at odds with her brother? As far as I know, they’re still on good terms despite the distance between them.
“Griff, you there?” She sips again.
“I’m here. I need to think, to figure out what angle Carmine Santivasci is working. He has to know there’s no way in hell I’d ever sign over my businesses to him. So what’s he banking on?”
“If you can answer that, you can probably take him down.”
“All right. Let me know when you get confirmation.”
“Sure thing. You coming to work on Monday?” she asks.
“I’ll get back to you on that.”
She snorts a laugh as I end the call.
A shadow darts down the hall outside my office. I’d recognize it anywhere.
“Vivian?” I call.
The shadow comes back, and she appears in the doorway. Today she’s wearing a cute little comfy set with kittens along the hem.
“Sorry. I was just going to the kitchen to practice my dessert. I only have two more days before the dinner thing.”
“Don’t worry too much. Grant and Amelia are old friends of mine. They’ll love whatever you make.” I pat my knee. “Come here.”
She eases into my office, still a little unsure of being in here.
“You’re always welcome, Viv. We’ve been over this.”
“I know. I’m just getting used to it.” She sits on my lap.
I turn her so she’s facing me, her legs on either side as she straddles me. Her cheeks tinge a sweet pink as I stare into her eyes. “I promise, you don’t have to be nervous about dinner.”
“It’s not that.” She sighs. “Well, yes, it is that. But I have a question, and I’m worried you’re going to say no.”
“When have I ever told you no?” I grip her hips and pull her forward so she can feel what she does to me.
She bites her lower lip when she feels how hard I am for her. “You don’t, um. You don’t tell me no. But this is kind of a big question.” She moves her hips just a little, chasing sensation by rubbing her clit against me. My greedy girl.
“Ask, and I’ll see what I can do.” I run my hands higher, under her top. No bra. I smirk, then cup her breasts, holding them and running my thumbs over her hard nipples.
“Griff,” she says breathily.
“I know what you like, Vivian. I’ve learned you. I never want to stop learning you.” I twist her nipples, and her hips jerk.
My cock demands to be inside her, but I have to slow down. I won’t spook her. She’s young, she just lost her parents, and she’s completely under my control. No matter how much that last fact turns me on, I have to put her needs first.
She grips my shoulders, her back arching as she rubs against me.
“Get what you need, beautiful.” I drop my head and suck one nipple into my mouth.