Graduation and Gifts (Untouchable Book 8) by Heather Long (ebook reader play store .txt) 📗

Ideally, we’ll have that first meeting set up so you don’t have to worry about things for a few weeks…”

“Is this the part where I find out where you’re planning to whisk me away for the summer?”

“No,” he said without missing a beat and winked. “This is the part where we discuss the annual shareholder’s meeting that takes place at the end of August every year.”

I groaned. “Archie…”

“Babe,” he plowed ahead. “Ten percent of Standish means—”

“Wait.”

He paused.

“Ten percent of the whole company?” It was the first time that registered, I thought. Maybe. “I thought it was just ten percent of his shares, which is still too many because those should be yours…”

“What’s mine is yours, so I’m fine with it,” Archie told me. “And yes, ten percent of the company. Between us, you and I control about twenty percent. Grandpa actually has forty-nine percent. That leaves Edward with roughly thirty-one percent. And he’ll likely lose another five percent to Muriel, now that the prenup has been fulfilled.”

I frowned. I hated that whole prenup nonsense and how Archie dismissed himself in it. At the same time… “If you have shareholders, how does the family hold so many shares? I mean, that’s a hundred percent, right?”

“Of the master stock in Standish Enterprises? Yes, we own the majority and controlling interest. Now, we have subsidiary companies that also have stockholders, and we are also accountable to them in some ways.”

Oh, I felt a headache forming behind my eyes, but at the same time…

“There’s a brief on this, right?” Because when I’d been at Standish, there had been briefs on everything.

Another smile slid across his lips. “Yes, there is. And I’ve had all the materials compiled for you to read.”

“You could just vote my shares for me.”

“I could,” he agreed, sliding his hand to my nape. “But I won’t unless you really discover you want nothing to do with it. I will never fault you for that. Right now, Grandpa holds my proxy, but eventually, this is going to be mine to run or to hand off day-to-day control to someone else. Though I’m not sure that’s what Grandpa wants.”

“What do you want?”

I smoothed my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. The shirt was soft under my fingertips.

“You.”

I laughed. “Besides me.”

“Oh,” he grunted as I traced my fingers to the hem of his shirt and slid them under to stroke his abs. “I haven’t decided on that. Grandpa wants me to think about it, but I really want to work on my degree, fuck you, design and build things with Jake, fuck you, play video games with the guys, fuck you, maybe take you skiing every winter, and you know…”

“Fuck me?” I grinned.

“Every day and in every way. I love to hear you come. I love to see you come. But there is nothing like the way you feel when you come, all hot, silky, and wet as you pulse around my cock.”

I went to work on the buttons of his shorts. “Are we done discussing my finances?”

“Are we agreed on your financial advisor and reviewing the brief so you not only understand your finances, but control them?”

The zipper was loud in the silence as I slid it down. I ran my knuckles along the very stiff erection waiting for me and already peeking out of his boxers before I stood up. I pulled the shirt I was wearing up and over. “Well, let’s see,” I continued, leaving the dark green lace bra in place. Archie rubbed his hands against his thighs as I reached for the buttons on my shorts. I hadn’t worn this set yet, and since he’d already soaked my panties, we might as well enjoy them. “Wittaker has six candidates, you like three of them, but you want me to look over all of them and maybe narrow it down to two that I meet and discuss things with.”

The shorts pooled at my feet, and Archie’s eyes darkened as he eyed the sheer lace green panties. I tugged his shorts, and he lifted his ass so they slid down easily and then off. I didn’t remove the boxers.

I was rather fond of them. They had a game controller on them with the space for his ‘joystick’ around the slit. I’d picked them out myself, and his wicked grin had been worth it.

As I wrapped my hand around his length and gave it a couple of slow pumps, he blew out a breath. “Correct.”

“You would also like me to make the decisions this week before we have to move out of the apartment.” A bead of pre-cum glistened over the slit, and I smeared it over the head with my thumb.

“Very much so,” he said on a sigh, and a muscle in his jaw seemed to be twitching like he was holding himself back.

“Then there’s the briefs on the stock portfolio because that will also earn money and it comes with voting rights, even if the stock shouldn’t be mine.” I stroked his already hard cock and cut off his objections as he clicked his teeth together. Easing my thighs forward as I straddled him, I took advantage of the height difference to lean down and nuzzle a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “And I’m assuming after I’ve educated myself, I can assign my proxy to whomever, and they can handle that while I’m in school. With you. You know, hanging out, fucking, studying, fucking, playing…”

He groaned. “Fuck me, Frankie, hearing you talk like that is almost as sexy as imagining how wet that pretty pink pussy of yours is.”

“That didn’t answer my question,” I whispered after trailing a path of kisses to his ear. I scraped my teeth over his lobe as his hands finally gripped at my waist. “After I’ve done all this, I can assign my proxy…”

“You can do whatever you want.”

I squeezed him a little tighter. “I wasn’t done.”

His swift inhale made me smile, and I traced my tongue over the whorls of