I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. Standing, I tug her up by her wrist and behind me, guiding her toward my office. Shifting her around to the sofa I release her wrist, dipping my chin down in a silent suggestion to sit.
She does, still in her daze and I can’t help but let out a small chuckle as I sit down next to her.
“How old is he?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“He’s two, he’s practically an adult,” she wheezes.
My shoulders shake and she looks at me as if I’m a monster. “Tennessee,” I say, keeping my voice low and even. “You have sixteen years with him at home still.”
“That’s not long enough,” she whimpers as her tears begin to fall down her cheeks.
Lifting my hands, I cup her face, using my thumbs to wipe her tears from the apples of her cheeks. “Honey,” I rasp. “Even after he is eighteen, he will still need you.”
“Will he though? What if he leaves me and never comes back?”
I hum, shaking my head a couple of times. “Laurent, Lawrence, and Lucinda have never left me. They need my guidance as their father and they always will.”
Tennessee sniffles, then she lifts her big green eyes to meet mine. “All of your kids have L names?” she asks.
My lips twitch up into a grin. “They do.”
“Why?”
I think about sending her back to her desk, but she needs a distraction and although I can think of a much better one, one that involves her mouth and my cock, I decide to explain to her the reasoning why my children are named the names they are.
“Laurent was my grandfather’s name. I think my name is a play off of it, but my parents never really said one way or the other. Then when Lawrence was born, Susan was so sure that he was a girl, she didn’t have a name picked out, so she decided at the last minute to name him after her grandfather, Lawrence. By the time Lucinda came around, it felt wrong to give her anything other than an L name.”
“I like that. They’re all family names, well except Lucinda, I guess?”
Shaking my head, I let my palms fall from her cheeks now that her tears are no longer flowing and I take her hands in mine. I feel like I need to touch her, like I need to have some part of her body against my own.
“Lucinda was named after my governess from childhood. She was like a mother to me.”
“I love that,” she whispers.
Clearing my throat, I can’t look away from her shining green eyes. Her lips are puffy from crying and I want to take them with my own. I want to kiss her, to fuck her mouth with my tongue, then my dick. I want every part of her.
“I should get back to work. I feel really stupid.”
Shaking my head, I release her hands. I’m unable to stand, my cock achingly hard as I’ve thought about taking every part of her body in this short ten minutes we’ve been in my office. “Take a moment to gather yourself. There isn’t any rush.”
“Tenny,” she murmurs.
“Tenny?”
“You said that I could call you Landry, and I want you to call me Tenny. Nobody uses my full name, it’s a little silly, isn’t it?”
Tilting my head to the side, I watch her for a moment. “It’s not silly at all. I think it’s beautiful and it fits you.”
“Beautiful?” she asks, her lips parting in awe.
Fuck.
I need her out of my office, fast.
“Gorgeous,” I mutter.
I can’t help myself. I try to stop as I lean forward. My brain screams at me not to do it as I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around her neck. But I can’t. I don’t. I won’t. Touching my lips to hers, I kiss her.
She gasps, then leans forward and her tongue touches my bottom lip. We both let out a groan. And I try to push away, but I don’t. Instead, my tongue slips from my mouth and invades hers. Both of us moan simultaneously.
Then there is a loud knock on my office door. We both pull away from each other, our panting breaths filling the room as we stare at one another. The door opens and I hear Julie’s voice. Standing, I hurry behind my desk, hoping to hide the evidence of my hard-as-nails cock.
“Thank you, Tennessee. Come back after my last meeting,