Gordon's Dawn(28)

“You’re beautiful. I’m so glad I found you,” he panted before his lips took hers, and she could taste herself on him, and it only drove her body to burn for him even more.

Gordon’s mouth took everything, demanding she give the same back. He sucked on her tongue and nipped at her lips. “Don’t ever stay away like you have this week,” she groaned. Gordon’s hands eased around to her back and brought her up just enough for her breast to rub against him coursing tingles to jolt her.

Almost crazed, Gordon pounded into her with a power she hadn’t felt from him before. The heavy table shook with his force. The knowledge she was driving him to this high had her body exploding into a million blissful pieces, screaming her release as she gripped Gordon tight. He buried himself to the hilt and let out a roar as she felt his release flood her. He came down and rested on top of her. Papers, pens, ledgers, and other office things dug into her, but Dawn didn’t care as her rapture settled over her.

“I’m sorry I stayed away for so long. Truthfully, after we came home from Vegas, and what happened with Mother, I was waiting for you to get over your anger. Or to get ready to have time to spare so I could fight you when you tried to leave. So I’ve poured myself into work. I figured if I weren’t around for you to say anything to me, then you wouldn’t go, and when you did, I would be caught up enough on work I could follow you.”

“I was angry, but I understand why you did what you did. I’ve seen your crazy life the last couple of weeks and know how superficial everyone is.” He wrapped her around him and sat on his chair. She snuggled against him and kissed his chest. “But, if that’s the sex we have when we spend time apart, and you think I’m going to leave you—then we may have to fight, so we can make up.” Brushing her lips against his, she sighed. “Next time, let’s not fight because I just found out something—like, you’re a billionaire. That you’re a CEO, and your parents are alive and well, and your mother is a conniving bitch. I promise not to keep a hold of my anger.”

Gordon chuckled. “Sure, sprite. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”



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He organized a meeting of his staff when they got home for the morning. Dawn had told him she wanted ground rules set. So at nine the next morning, instead of being at work, he stood by Dawn’s side as she spoke to his house staff, his groundskeeper, who was also his driver Henry, his maid Jane, and two of his security.

“Hi, as you know I’m Dawn, Gordon’s wife. I’ve asked Gordon to gather you all so I can talk to you.” Dawn straightened her back and stood taller. “I’m probably not what you expected, but I’m here. I wanted you to know I am different. I don’t need you to wait on me all the time. I love baking and cooking. Now I know that’s part of your job, Jane, and you won’t have your pay cut because I decide I’d like to cook at least three nights a week. I also don’t need you all running away as soon as you see me. I’d like to become friends or I’d at least like a conversation.” Dawn turned to the security. “I don’t need you in the bathroom or change rooms with me. I’m happy to talk so you know I’m fine or have some other signal. Next and last that I can think of now, when I have my music on loud, please don’t disturb me. I’m working, and it relaxes me.”

Gordon smiled as he looked to his security. “When you hear her music, you may think someone is dying, but it’s just what she calls music.”

Dawn elbowed him. “Ha, ha. You’re so funny.” He grunted as her elbow connected with his stomach. “Thank you all for listening, and I look forward to getting to know you.”

They all nodded and said their goodbyes and got to work.

That was a couple of days ago, and Gordon knew he needed to cut his work hours back, so he’d spent some of his work time looking for a solution. He made sure he’d been home before seven and hadn’t been leaving for work until eight. Tonight, though, he and Dawn were taking a group of his top employee candidates to promote and delegate some of his work to out for dinner.

Dawn was coming into her own. She was slowly getting back to the Dawn he’d gotten to know and fall for in Australia. He’d been unsure if she were ready for tonight, but she’d reassured him. “Gordon, I can do this.”

“I know you can, but you hated my party, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or not good enough again.”

“I didn’t hate it your party. The people are just not the type I would choose to socialize with, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be in the same room with them. As for being uncomfortable, I will get the hang of this.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight. “I know this is important, and I can do this. I’m your wife. This is our life.”

So now, he stood as his chauffeur Henry helped Dawn out of the limo. Gazing at her as she straightened her purple and black fifties-style dress that emphasized all her lush curves to perfection, he was rethinking the dinner for other reasons. He adjusted himself, moving his trouser zipper before turning and hooking his arm around her waist. “Let’s go, sprite, before I change my mind and take you home, and we can spend our evening very differently.”

Smiling up at him, she nodded, and they walked into the restaurant. The Maître d’ came to him straight away recognizing him. “Mr. Wilks, all of your party is here. I have sat you all in a private room.”

He nodded and followed the Maître d’ to a back room filled with the candidates. He paused at the door before entering and shooed the Maître d’ away, handing him a hundred. Bringing Dawn into his embrace, he gave her a gentle kiss before lingering at her ear. “These are who I’m looking to take some of my workload off me. I need your help if you think they could handle it.”

Gordon grinned as the huge smile spread over Dawn’s face. “Of course.” She pulled him down and kissed him just enough to get him hard and in agony before breaking away beaming. “I love you.”

Groaning, he brushed his lips over hers. “I love you, too. Let’s go get this over with so I can find out what’s beneath that dress.”

She laughed, slid her arm through his, and walked with him into the room whose occupants were now staring at them.



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Most of the men were douches, but there were a few who were decent. The wives and girlfriends were different. There was a clear divide, the power money hungry women, the arm candy who seemed to be there to be an object, and lastly, the true partner, the loving, there for their spouse.