Bake ShopChapter 8
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“You have definitely created a spectacular building for me,” Chris Shatto says, leaving the elevator right behind Rory. “Not only is it the tallest in the city, but the one that stands out the most.”
“Thank you,” Rory ways with a blush. “But it seems that whoever was your interior decorator outshined me.”
“Yes, it is quite remarkable,” the man admits.
“What is remarkable is that jungle floor you have going on,” the woman counters. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of something like that being done. I mean when you asked for certain features to be added I was curious what you had in mind. And they were a challenge to incorporate.”
Chris takes her hand in his. “I knew you could accomplish it though. From the moment I saw you, I knew that there was something special about you.”
Rory blushes at the comment. “That’s something you and someone else have in common.”
Chris frowns. “I thought you were a single woman.”
She shakes her head. “It looks like that, but trust me, I’m far from it.”
Chris’ frown deepens. “What would it take to steal you away from that man that lays claim to you?”
“I don’t think there is really anything that can do that,” she answers, biting her lip. “What we have is something very special that could never be replicated.”
“So my charm and wealth aren’t enough?” he says, smiling and joking. “Seriously, what makes this mystery man so special?”
Rory grins at the man. “I would have been embarrassed to admit it years ago, but now I’m not. But if I were to tell you, I’m afraid our business together would be marred.”
Chris lifts her hand to his lips. “I assure you that there is nothing that could ruin such a beautiful relationship.”
She pulls her hand free of his and turns away from him. After a brief moment of silence she says, “I know you are interested in me. You are the city’s most eligible bachelor and all. It would be foolish of me—of any woman—to turn you down, but...”
Chris’ hands softly grip both of her arms, turning her around to face him once again. “I wouldn’t ask any of that from you,” he says just as softly as his hands feel on her right now. “I respect you as I do any woman. You are clearly happy in your life as I am in mine.”
“I’m in love with my brother,” she blurts out. “I’ve been in love with him for a very long time. We’ve made a family and we are happy.”
Chris doesn’t know how to answer this. But he can tell that it is something that she has been holding inside for a very long time, something meant to be directed at someone else. He sees the tears edging her eyes and he goes to pull her in to hug her, comfort her, and instead finds his lips pressing against hers. Rory groans in the back of her throat when their lips meet, instantly throwing her arms around his neck. The kiss rapidly gains steam with Rory sliding her lips all over the man’s before tipping her head to one side and opening her mouth wider as if begging for his tongue. Chris is more than happy to comply, slipping his tongue forward to tease hers with slow, wet licks. Rory groans louder with the growing intensity of the hungry kiss that they are sharing. Her hands move to push his jacket off onto the floor, then she is ripping open his shirt a moment later.
She pauses to kiss his chest and then says, “I can offer you this, but it’s never going to be anything else. I like change, everybody does, but Chance and I will never be apart. You understand?”
Chris is confused by whatever meaning she means behind the words, but he does understand what it is she is implying. So it’s not her hand in marriage, but it is a very good consolation prize nonetheless. “I understand,” he says. Then Rory gasps when he lifts her from the floor to carry her through to his office and then the couch inside. She looks on from the couch while he removes his shoes and undoes his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Chris is wearing a pair of deep green silk boxers underneath. The front of them shows a profound bulge. The distance between them vanishes when Rory throws herself forward to pull the silky cloth away from him, rolling it off onto the floor. His thick, hard member drops forward, the fat head leaking a bit of precum. He gasps when her small hand wraps around.
His mind whirls around her words, trying to figure out their meaning. He is a business man, an entrepreneur—information is the game and he likes to have it. “Why have you kept it a secret for so long?” he asks, trying not to turn it into a groan as she strokes his heavy piece of meat.
“Would you have done business with me?” she asks, looking up at him.
Chris looks deep into those orbs and nods. “I wanted to fuck my sister so bad when I was younger.”
Rory registers shock on her face. “I didn’t know you had a sister,” she says softly.
“She died many years ago,” he says. “It was so long ago, I’d be surprised if anyone could find out.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, her hand slowly.
“Do be,” he says. “It was a long time ago.”
“Did you ever...” she says. “I mean, did you ever have the chance to fuck her?”
“Unfortunately not,” Chris says with a shake of his head. “But I find it admirable that you and your brother have taken that step. I sense a hesitation though.”
Rory giggles and says, “Oh, sorry.” Her grip tightens and she resumes her steady stroking.
“Not that,” he says playfully. “I meant, I heard that there is someone you want to tell this to.”
Rory’s stroking doesn’t stop this time, nor does her gaze falter from his. “Our parents,” she says softly. “And the world too I guess.”
“Is that all?” She nods. “Well, fuck the world. You can come clean and no one will think twice about it.”
This time Rory does stop her ministrations. Then she frowns up at him. “Yeah, right,” she says sarcastically.
“With my backing and Shatto Enterprises behind you, no one will say anything negative,” he assures her. “I run the largest humanitarian organization in the world. I own the majority of the world’s most important businesses. The last anyone wants to do is piss me off.”
“Why would you help me or Chance?” she asks, her hold on his erection is still there, but her hand motionless. “If it is to get me to sleep with you, then there are other ways to get me to.”
“Because I take care of my friends,” he says. “I can have any woman I want. In fact, if you care to not sleep with me, then I’ll escort you right back down stair and we’ll forget all about tonight’s conversation and development.”
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