Page 57 of Flights and Sights

I checked the time. We had an hour before we needed to leave. I’d hoped to get in some bedroom time, but I supposed it could wait. “Sure. What can I do for you?”

“Is Mr. Lowell with you? I’d love to speak to the two of you together, if possible.”

“Sure. Just a second.” Warily, I put the phone on mute. “Whoever it is wants to talk to both of us.”

He frowned. “Both of us?”

I shrugged and nodded. “They didn’t say what it’s about.”

“Okay. Let’s see what they want.”

I tapped to unmute the phone and spoke again. “Hi, we’re both here.”

“Hi there,” Paxton added.

“Good, thank you so much. Now I’m sorry to bother you this morning but my name is Anisha Pearce and I’m calling from the Pearce Foundation. I assume you’re familiar with our organization by now?”

My stomach flipped and tumbled, my eyes widening. “Yes, we are.” Paxton shook his head, brows dipping in confusion, but I waved his questioning look away. “You’re a national nonprofit that supports growing small businesses.”

“That’s right. Well, we’ve reviewed your grant application and we were touched by Mr. Lowell’s story. We’d like to award you funds for your project. We can’t cover the total, unfortunately, but we can offer a substantial portion, and we have financial advisers who are available to help you find the best options for further funding, if required.”

Paxton’s eyes widened and a wide smile spread across his face. “Seriously?”

“Seriously, Mr. Lowell.”

“That’s amazing,” he said, his voice wavering. When I looked at him, his eyes were shining and damp. “Thank you so much.”

“We’re happy to help. Now listen, our next step is to send you the information packet, which I emailed a few moments before this call. Everything is explained there. It goes over how to receive the funding, parameters and requirements, tax implications, and so much more. Please take the time to look it over very carefully and don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any questions at all.”

“Thank you,” I said. A few moments later, we ended the call and I turned to Pax, who was still standing in his underwear.

He threw his arms around me in a tight hug. “You did it,” he murmured into my hair.

Laughing, I pulled back and shook my head. “You did it. All I did was write the application. That’s nothing.”

He chuckled softly. “Then let’s say we did it. Together.”

“Together,” I echoed.

“Now what?” Pax asked.

I grinned at him wickedly. “How much time do we have until we need to leave?”

“A little,” he said quietly. “What are you thinking?”

“It won’t take too long, trust me.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me again, squeezing me tight. A few moments later, I was sinking to my knees in the bathroom. The tile was hard and cold, but I ignored it. I could handle a little discomfort for a few minutes to make Paxton gasp my name.

By the time Paxton finished in my mouth, my cock was rock hard and throbbing in my pants. He reached for me, tugging me close and cupping my aching erection with his hand, but I pushed him away gently.

“It’s fine,” I said. “We can deal with it later. I promise.”

“But—”

“I don’t want us to be late to the committee meeting. That would be disastrous.”

“I want—” he started, but I cut him off with a kiss, long and deep. Paxton groaned as my tongue moved against his, surely tasting himself in my mouth.