Behaving Badly in Vegas (Vegas Love #3)

38. Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Hunter

Charli made chicken piccata for dinner. I’d never eaten so well in my life, and to be truthful, my pants were getting a little tight in the waist. She spoiled me, and I didn’t know how I’d go back to living alone when she left. Not completely alone, of course. Carina and I would have each other, but the void in our lives would be hard to fill.

While she did the dishes, I gave my daughter a bath. Since removing the squash from her diet, thank fuck, she didn’t have any more bath-time blowouts.

It was amazing how much Carina had grown. She was still all squish and dimpled legs, but she splashed more in the water and had taken to shoving every bath toy into her mouth, her favorite being the frog.

Even though I washed and disinfected the toys after every bath, I worried about the germs she was putting into her body. But from every article I read, it seemed stuffing everything into her mouth was actually good for her immune system. So, although it grossed me out, I let her do it. Charli said I was overprotective. I preferred to think of myself as cautious.

Her preoccupation with the frog did make bath time easier though. Or maybe I was getting better at it. Probably a little of both.

When she was all clean, I lifted her from the tub and wrapped her in a clean towel and gently patted her dry. She laughed and twisted, making it difficult to get her diaper and pajamas on. “You are a squirmy little worm, princess,” I said, tickling her tummy.

She grabbed my finger and shoved it in her mouth, like she’d done a million times. She sucked and slobbered all over my hand, drool running down the side of it. I didn’t even want to think about the great germs she was getting.

Something sharp poked my finger and I pulled it away. I inspected my finger and sure enough, there was a tiny indent on it. Feeling around inside her mouth, there was a sharp spot on the bottom. I squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and peered inside. There was the tiniest tip of white sticking out of her gums.

“Charli! Come here! Quick!”

Footsteps pounded down the hall and she came racing into the nursery. “What’s wrong?”

“Carina’s got her first tooth.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, crouching down to get a better look.

I squeezed Carina’s cheeks and tapped my finger on her bottom gums. “Right there.”

“She sure does. Hold on, let me get my phone. We need to document this.” Charli returned with her phone and took several pictures of my daughter’s first tooth, her smile wide as she showed them to me. “I’ll text these to you.”

“Is it weird that I feel incredibly proud right now?” I asked, puffing out my chest.

“You didn’t actually grow the tooth, so it’s a little weird, but considering you’re a first-time dad, it’s cute.”

Carina yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Somebody’s getting sleepy.”

“I can put her to bed.” Charli reached out her arms .

“I’ll do it.” Charli did so much for us, and it was time I stepped up my game. Soon enough, she’d be gone and I tried not to think about all the other firsts she would miss.

“You’re working too much.” Charli walked in wearing the tiniest shorts and a tight tank top. It was distracting enough that her perky nipples poked through the shirt, but if she bent over, her ass cheeks would be on full display too. She set the cup of coffee on my desk among the piles of spreadsheets.

“It’s here. Somewhere. I know it. I’ve been going over everything for weeks and it’s all starting to look the same. My eyes are fried.” I scrubbed a hand over my face.

She leaned her butt on my desk and crossed her arms. “I told you I would help. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but maybe you need a fresh set of eyes.”

“That’s the problem… I don’t know what I’m looking for either. I was sure something would jump out at me, but it hasn’t.”

“Then let me help.”

Resigned to the fact that I needed help, I handed over the stack of papers Gia gave me from the fundraiser and the documents I copied from Leonard’s computer. I’d been so consumed with other financial data; I hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the fundraiser yet. “Compare these two sets of documents. Gia’s convinced something is off.”

Charli gave me a salute. “Aye, aye, captain.”

“Ummm… here, let me clear off part of my desk,” I said, starting to rearrange the papers that covered the surface.

“No need. I can work right here.” She plopped down on the oriental rug and spread her legs, putting the papers between them.

“Your back is going to kill you. ”

“Don’t worry about me. I prefer to be on the floor where I can spread out.” She leafed through the papers, making organized stacks on the rug. “I need some sticky notes and a pen.”

I tossed her the requested supplies, and she got right to work. I watched as she started entering numbers into her calculator and writing notes, sticking them to the stacks of papers. “What are you doing?”

She scrunched up her shoulder. “Some preliminary calculations to make sure the formulas are right. I was really good at math. Never really liked it, but I got straight A’s.”

Jesus Christ! I must have been desperate to let her help, but there wasn’t anything she could do to make it worse.

The pages and pages of numbers blurred in front of my eyes. If Leonard was on the up-and-up, I’d never live it down. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Outright calling Leonard a thief might have been the stupidest game I’d played yet.

I needed my job back.

My position as CFO at Mystique.

My cushy office.

My self-respect.

I’d lost all of it over a stupid grudge against Trent.

The need to one-up him.

The need to be right.

The need to feel superior for once in my life.

All of it turned to shit because of my big fucking ego.

They wanted to humble me? Mission accomplished.

But I was nothing if not determined.

Charli and I worked in silence. Her nails continually clicking on the calculator was somewhat distracting, but not nearly as distracting as the tiny outfit she wore or the light scent of floral perfume that filled my office.

I couldn’t help but watch her. The way her long legs flexed, showing off defined muscles, and her ass cheeks peeking out as she leaned over, stretching in a way my body never could. She pulled back her long hair and twisted it up on top of her head, showing off the column of her neck. When she reached up, stretching her arms above her head and pushing her chest out, my sanity snapped.

My dick was so hard it hurt.

“Come here,” I growled.

She looked up at me and blinked. “What?”

“Come here.” She went to push to her feet, but I stopped her. “On your knees. Crawl.”

Charli’s lips formed an O as she registered what I was saying. Without a word, she crawled toward me like a cat stalking its prey, her ass swaying back and forth.

I pushed my chair back and spread my legs. She stopped between them and kneeled. “Arms up.” Without arguing, she lifted her arms toward the ceiling. I grabbed the hem of her tank, lifting it up and over her head, and tossing it to the side. My thumbs ran over her taut nipples and a visible shiver ran down her back. “I love your fucking tits, and I love seeing you on your knees for me.” I put her hand on the bulge in my pants. “Look what you do to me.”

Charli’s tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. “I can help with that.”

“Can you now?”

“Uh-huh.” She deftly undid my pants and reached inside my boxers, pulling my cock out. She stroked me from root to tip until a bead of precum formed. “How does that feel?”

“It’d feel better with your mouth wrapped around it. Suck my cock, dollface.”

She wasted no time stuffing as much of me into her mouth as she could, her hands making up for the rest. I leaned back and watched her work me over like a porn star. Applying the slightest pressure to her head, she took me deeper and gagged, the pulsing of her throat nearly making me come.

I pulled her head back with one hand and swiped everything on my desk to the side with the other. Making her stand, I pulled her shorts and panties off in one fluid motion, then I perched her ass on the desk. I lifted one leg and set her foot onto the edge and then did the same to the other, so she was completely exposed. “God, you’re fucking beautiful. Look at that pretty pussy all pink and wet for me.”

She leaned back on her hands and lifted her hips. “It’s all yours.”

Not able to resist a second longer, I dove between her thighs and ate her pussy with one solitary goal: to make her come all over my face.