Drunk on You: an age gap, enemies to lovers, fake engagement, office romance (Love & Whiskey Boo

Chapter Twenty-Six

“Welcome back!”Samuel hugs his daughter and then me.

We arrived home from Vegas late last night, and Samuel requested a meeting with us this morning, so with less than a few hours of sleep, we dragged ourselves into work.

“Everyone’s talking about the event,” he says, sitting across from me and Ana in the conference room. “The feedback is exceptional, and the numbers speak for themselves.”

As he pulls up the data, Josie drops off breakfast and coffee.

Ana grabs a coffee and inhales it like an addict, moaning like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

When our eyes meet, I quirk a brow, and she smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. My wife is a sexy minx.

We spend the next thirty minutes going over the data, and it’s safe to say this event was successful and we’ll be looking to do more collabs like this in the future.

Before Samuel concludes, he asks if there’s anything either of us wants to share, so I use this opportunity to let him know about the deal I signed.

“The Houston Flyers have signed on for Kingston to be their official sponsor this season.”

“Nicely done,” Samuel says with a nod. “I didn’t even know you were working on that.”

“It kind of fell into my lap,” I admit, “and I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure since they’d yet to have a liquor company as a sponsor. But the contracts were signed this morning, and our team will be moving forward with the Flyers marketing team to ensure everything is ready to go when the season starts in October.”

“Good job, son.” Samuel grins proudly. “I can’t wait to hear more about it later.” He glances from me to Ana. “Anything else?”

“The day care is moving forward,” Ana says. “I reached out to a woman named Iris—who owns a childcare agency that specializes in partnering with employee-sponsored childcare programs—to get the ball rolling. We went over the specifics and created a plan. If all goes well, the childcare should be up and running in late spring.”

“So much good is happening here,” Samuel says. “It saddens me to think about retiring at the end of the year, but I know that Kingston will thrive, no matter who takes my place.” He clears his throat. “Which leads me to your next task.” He glances from Ana to me. “You guys did so well working on the club event together. I’d like you to work together again to come up with a plan for a corporate event.”

“If you keep having us work together, how will you determine who should be the CEO?” Ana asks.

“Working together is a big part of running a company,” Samuel says with a shrug, not elaborating any further. “I’d like for it to be held at the end of the month. Something everyone can enjoy and bring their families to. Once you have an idea, let me know, and we’ll schedule a meeting.”

He closes his laptop and stands. “I’m proud of the way you both have stepped up,” he says sincerely. “A couple of months ago, I was worried about leaving, but you’ve shown me that Kingston will be in good hands.”

With a soft smile to Ana and me, he makes his exit, leaving us alone.

“So, what are your thoughts?” I ask.

“I don’t know. He seemed off, didn’t he?”

I was referring to the corporate event idea, but now that she brings it up …

“I think he’s just getting emotional. This company has been his life for years, and in a few months, he’ll be stepping back and letting someone else be in charge. Sure, I handle most of the day-to-day stuff now, but he’ll no longer have a title. It’s probably starting to feel real.”

“Yeah,” she says with a nod. “You’re probably right. Any ideas for the corporate event?”

“Not off the top of my head. I have a few things to take care of, and then I’ll focus on that. Want to discuss it over lunch?”

“Only if lunch involves you eating me,” she says with a smirk.

“You’re horny this morning.” I drag her rolling chair closer to me. “Not that I’m complaining, but it’s not like you to instigate sex in the office at nine in the morning.” I tuck a hair that’s fallen out of her bun behind her ear.

“Well, maybe that’s a sign my husband needs to step up and satisfy me,” she says haughtily.

I throw my head back with a laugh. “The sex on the plane and in the shower last night and again this morning wasn’t enough?”

“Look, if you can’t keep up …”

“You know damn well I can,” I growl, leaning in so our mouths are only inches from each other. “I’ll see you at noon. I’ll order lunch, and you bring the dessert.” I peck her lips. “And by dessert, I mean your sweet pussy.”

“A picnic.”

“Lame.”

“A beach day,” Ana volleys.

“Double lame.”

She glares at me. “Okay, what’s your amazing idea?”

She brings her chopsticks to her pouty lips and pops a piece of sushi into her mouth, and for a second, I’m so distracted by her that I forget what we’re talking about.

“Is it time for dessert yet?”

She rolls her eyes. “Sure, as soon as you agree that a picnic or a beach day is perfect for the corporate event.”

“Anastasia Parker,” I mock. “Did you just offer me sex in exchange for me agreeing to go along with your idea? Tsk-tsk,” I chide. “That’s not very legal.”

“One, it’s Anastasia Kingston-Webb. And two?—”

Before she can finish her sentence, I have her thrown over my shoulder, and I’m walking her over to the couch. When I drop her onto her back, she bounces slightly.

“Julian!”

“What’s your last name?” I ask, caging her in with my arms while I pin her hips with my own.

“I haven’t changed it yet,” she says, squirming under me.

My wife might have an exterior as hard as a concrete wall, but all it takes is me offering up my cock, and she turns into a puddle of liquid.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I tell her, reaching between us. Today, she’s wearing a flowy dress that buttons down the front, giving me easy access. “What’s your last name?”

She shoots a defying glare at me, and I push her tiny excuse for underwear aside and thrust two fingers inside her.

“You gonna tell me?” I ask, pumping them in and out of her while my thumb massages her clit.

“Kingston,” she gasps, playing games.

My fingers go deeper, harder, and she moans, only a few strokes away from detonating.

“Try again,” I warn. “And if you answer wrong this time, I’m going to stop.”

Her eyes widen at the thought, and I pretend like I’m going to make good on my threat.

“Don’t you dare,” she breathes. “I’m so close.”

“What’s your last name?”

I apply pressure to her clit, and she screams, “Parker,” as she comes all over my fingers and hand, her entire body shaking in pleasure.

“Damn right it is.”

I pull my fingers out and make a show of licking her juices off them. She’s the perfect mix of sweet and sour, and if I could survive off her pussy, I’d eat her for every meal.

“I don’t give a fuck that you want to keep this marriage a secret. Every single part of you belongs to me, including your last name. Understood?”

“You sound like a caveman,” she sasses. “Feminists all over the world are rioting in protest.”

“If it makes any difference,” I tell her, leaning over and licking her lips, “I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she says, reaching down and pulling my cock out of my pants. “How about you stop talking and start showing me just how much you’re mine?”

And because I need to make up for the fact that I won’t be taking her last name, I show her how much she owns me—twice.

“A baseball game,”I say as Ana and I lie on the couch, both of us sweaty and the room smelling like straight-up sex. Before her, I never would’ve had sex in my office, but with her, I lose all common sense.

“Lame,” she says, throwing my answer back at me.

“No, it’s not.” I shift so she’s draped over me and I can look at her. “Have you ever been?”

“No,” she says in a way that sounds like I offended her.

“Then, you can’t judge. There’s a reason why it’s America’s favorite pastime. It’s family friendly. There’re tons of food, drinks, and memorabilia with the best entertainment.”

When she gives a look that says she’s not buying what I’m selling, I come up with an idea.

“How about this? I’ll take you to a baseball game, and if you still think it’s lame afterward, we’ll go with one of your ideas.”

“Deal.”