Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
The apples of Samantha’s cheeks were pink as if she’d picked up on my train of thought, and—
“Are we ready?”
Charlie’s question brought me back to reality. It was just in the nick of time because I’d been a heartbeat away from throwing Samantha over my shoulder and running away with her.
“Yeah, baby,” Rhett responded, walking her around the desk, still tucked into his side. “Why don’t you two go on ahead? I just need a second with Noah.”
“Okay.” Charlie looped her arm with Samantha’s and led her toward the door. Samantha’s eyes stayed glued to mine until she could no longer see me.
“She’s seventeen, brother.”
I was barely listening, but something in his tone had me looking in his direction. “Pardon?”
“Samantha is seventeen, Noah.”
Shit. “When?” I rasped.
Either Rhett recognized the signs or it was a twin thing, but he didn’t need to ask for clarification before answering my question. “Six months.”
“Fuck,” I grunted.
“I know that look, Noah,” he warned. “You have to stay away from her.”
“Bullshit,” I gritted through my clenched jaw. “She’s mine, and there’s not a snowball’s fucking chance in hell that I will walk away from her. But I don’t have a death wish. I won’t pursue her until she’s eighteen.”
Rhett nodded, satisfied with my answer. Then he moseyed toward the door to his office but stopped before exiting. He laughed, then looked back at me over his shoulder. “Doesn’t matter how old she is when her dad is Justice Kendall. He’s as overprotective of his daughters as he is possessive of his wife.”
Justice’s obsession with his young wife was well known. He’d either understand my point of view or try to kill me when he thought about me having my hands on his daughter. Because my hands were definitely going to be all over her. My mouth. My cock. Once I finally had her, after I popped her teenage cherry and filled her ripe body with my seed, there wouldn’t be a single inch of my baby doll’s body that I hadn’t explored.
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Noah
I leaned back in my chair and tapped my pen on my lips as I stared at my computer monitor. My brother had really come through for me, and I owed him. Which he would never let me forget.
But as I watched my baby doll coo to the infant boy in her arms, I would pay the price over and over. Rhett’s new father-in-law, Jamison Kennedy, was part owner of K-Corp, and his reputation was every bit as extreme as Justice and Thatcher Kendall’s. All three of them could tap into any camera feed in the building, and from what Rhett had told me, if their wife or children were there, the men were watching over them.
Rhett had pleaded my case to Jamison, leaving out the name of the girl I wanted to keep tabs on. Since K-Corp was a huge building that also housed other businesses, there wasn’t any reason for him to suspect my interest was in one of the Kendall women. Jamison obviously sympathized with my need to see my woman and make sure she was safe because he gave Rhett the code to log into the security feeds.
Shortly after I met Samantha, I found out that she worked with her mom in the K-Corp day care. She’d graduated a semester early from school, so she was there full time now. I had an office in Lennox Hill, but I had suddenly felt the need for one in Midtown. My brother negotiated a lease for a suite of offices that had recently been vacated when the small company mysteriously went belly up after the owner made the mistake of hitting on Imogen Kendall, Thatcher’s wife.
Harry, my number two, who basically ran everything I didn’t have time for, took over the other set of offices, while my assistants, Perry and Carlos, came with me to the new office in the K-Corp building. The questions were on everyone’s faces, but I wasn’t ready to discuss Samantha with anyone except my brother and my best friend, Rush Baldwyne—who happened to be in a very similar situation.
What was truly bizarre was that Rush’s girl, Faith, was like a cousin to Samantha. She was the daughter of Jonah Carrington, a cyber tech genius who was incredibly tight with Justice, Thatcher, and Jamison.
In truth, having access to the cameras probably hadn’t been the best idea because my productivity plummeted while I spent most of my day watching Samantha. Sometimes I pictured her with her legs wrapped around my head, whisker burns on her soft thighs, and her pussy dripping with her juices. Other times, I imagined her sprawled out on our bed with her legs wide open, taking my big cock deep inside her ripe body, ready to make me a daddy. She’d be spending most of her time like that until we had two pink lines.