“Yeah baby, more,” I groaned as my hand slid faster and faster, while in my mind she was licking and sucking and stroking my cock. I jerked my hips forward, shoving my cock to the back of her throat. The image tipped me over, and I sprayed my hot cum over the tile wall of my shower.
“Fuck.” I pressed my hands on the tile as I caught my breath and my dick finished jerking the last bits of cum.
It occurred to me that now we were in the same town, perhaps we could pick up where we left off. She’d seemed resistant to that idea, but maybe it was because she really believed I hadn’t taken us as seriously as I had.
I finished cleaning up and dressed for a day at the office. I checked the calendar on my phone and saw I was planning another trip to the restaurant. Would Serena be there again? The party for Gallagher was tonight. I wasn’t planning on attending, but maybe I should. It would be goodwill for Gallagher and his celebrity friends. And maybe I’d see Serena.
I headed downstairs for breakfast. My father was at the table eating his usual egg and toast. My mother had her tea.
As I sat down, my parents’ cook brought me a plate of eggs and bacon. “Would you like anything else, Mr. Roarke?” she asked me.
“No, thank you, Mrs. Sanders.” After she returned to the kitchen, I poured myself a coffee. “I’m thinking of attending the Gallagher party tonight.”
“Good idea,” my father said. “Get seen by his acquaintances.”
“Do you think we should have our thirtieth anniversary at the Roarke?” my mother asked.
“Thirty years? Really?” I asked.
“You’re twenty-eight. We were married two years before we had you,” she said. My mother didn’t look old enough to have been married thirty years.
“That seems like the ideal spot,” my father said.
It’s true that ideas often were sparked like light bulbs. “Let me plan it,” I said.
My mother stared at me with suspicion in her eyes. “Why?”
“Because it’s crass to organize your own anniversary party,” I said, not knowing if that was true. “I’ll take care of everything.” Including hiring a certain, sexy, event planner.
I could see my mother was wary about putting her anniversary plans in my hands, but my father supported the idea with the sideways remark that it was time I appreciated my family. Finishing my breakfast, I headed to the Roarke building to start my day. I began by emailing my sister the space I was eyeing for a club. Then I questioned the administrative assistant who I inherited from my father about what my parents would like as a thirtieth anniversary party.
“I was thinking of having it at the house in the Hamptons,” I told her. “I think it would be good for them to get out of the city.”
She eyed me. “Do you plan to leave them there and take over?”
“There’s an idea,” I said jokingly. “No. But I do think my dad does need to start recognizing that he needs to look ahead. He needs to find something to occupy his time when he does retire.”
She nodded. “Good point. I like the Hampton house idea. Do you want me to call any planners?”
“No. I’ve got one in mind.”
She quirked a brow. “Back a week and you already know the event planners.”
“Her company is doing the Gallagher party tonight at the Roarke.”
“Okay, so maybe you do,” she said, with a shrug.
“Look, I know when I left here five years ago, I wasn’t the most focused person—”
“Sure, you were,” she said with a smirk. “It was just on the ladies.”
“Touché. The point is, I’m not that man anymore. I’m here ready to work.”
“I know everything you did in Europe, and while I’m sure your father is scarce on the praise, he’s proud of you, Devin.”
“I won’t let him or the company down.”
She patted my hand as she stood. It was the type of thing an older grandmotherly type would do which told me I still had a little work to do to make her see me as the head of the business. That was okay. At least she was on my side.
“By the way, I’m going to the Gallagher party tonight,” I told her before she got through my doorway.
“Do you need me to make any arrangements for you?”
“No. I just wanted to let you know. Dad knows as well.”
“Very well,” she said exiting my office.
I worked through most of the day, and then in the afternoon, I headed down to the Roarke to check on the final set up for the party.
At first, I didn’t see Serena and was worried she wouldn’t be there. But then she came bustling out from the kitchen with a clipboard handing out orders. She looked fierce and confident, much like she’d been when I first met her.
I watched her for a minute, once again trying to decide why I felt a pull to her. Sure, five years ago, we had fun and I’d wanted to spend more time with her, but now, all this time later, surely all those feelings were gone. That and the fact that she had zero interest in me should have put me off. Yet here I was, gawking like a dumbass as she moved through the room with her staff.
She stopped short when she saw me. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She said something to one of the people on her team and then
