Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 103819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
"We're changing things up, Avery. You're starting a solid exercise program that you can take with you on the road, and your diet's changing completely. No more sweets. You have to trim up, get healthy. Promise me," Kane said, gripping onto Avery's upper arms. He didn't wait for answer. "I want to meet with your staff myself. And I want a family meeting the first chance Autumn and Robert have, and everyone has to get on board with this."
"Honey, I don't need to give up all sweets." For some reason Avery's words grated on Kane's last nerve and something snapped.
"Is that seriously your only response? Of course there are no sweets! No more fatty foods, Avery. You have to play a part in this. You're already to the point of needing medicine. Did you not hear him say surgery? That was his word. Surgery. So yes, you will give up all sweets." Kane tried to pull away, but Avery anchored an arm around him, drawing him closer.
"I love how concerned you are, I really do. But have I told you how deliciously sweet you look in this suit." Avery's lips were only inches from his as he spoke. "I don't want to give you up. Maybe you'll be enough of a sweet treat for me that I won't need the others. Now, kiss me before I have to go to my next meeting," Avery said as warm lips descended down on his. Kane wouldn't participate in the kiss. Instead, he held himself as stiff as a board, keeping his own lips pressed tightly together. No amount of Avery's persuasive tongue could get him to open up. Just as Kane's willpower began to waver, Janice knocked on the door and stuck her head inside.
"Ambassador Ezekwesili is on line one, and your translator is here to sit in on the call," she said. Avery gave a dejected sigh and Kane pulled away.
"Janice, his blood pressure is too high, and they're worried about his heart. He's having prescriptions delivered in the next hour. Make sure this hard-headed man takes the medicine immediately, or call me. I also have to schedule time with the kitchen, the sooner the better. His diet needs to be altered. We're heading to Asia tomorrow, and I need to get started on his menu. Avery's life is about to dramatically change." Kane tossed the last bit in for effect before he stepped out of Avery's office, not bothering to look back. Janice appeared as concerned about Avery's health status as Kane was, and she followed him out. How could Avery allow himself to get in this condition?
Chapter 29
"A treadmill in the bedroom? Seriously?" Avery tugged at the knot in his tie. They'd just arrived home from their ten day tour of Asia. He was exhausted, maybe a little irritable, and actually pretty damn hungry. On top of it all, Kane blatantly ignored his mood and continued putting out all those happy vibes when clearly he was indignant about every part of the health regime his mister forced on him.
"So you don't have to dress and go downstairs." Kane had the nerve to smile at him, after he thanked one of their staffers for bringing the piece of equipment up to their bedroom.
"I think it's so you can keep a better eye on me and you don't have to get dressed to go downstairs and make sure I'm working out." Avery lifted his hands in a very clear what the hell motion at his head of security who stood on call outside his bedroom door. The guy just shrugged and gave him an apologetic look. They would definitely be having a talk about this in the very near future.
"Avery, it's ten o'clock. You're exhausted, I'm exhausted. Can we talk about this later or preferably never again, because it's not leaving this room," Kane declared.
"I get a bedtime snack, Kane, and I want my snack! You're starving me to death." Avery sat on the end of the bed, staring at the newest piece of what he considered torture equipment that had been added to their bedroom, as Kane disappeared in his closet.
"You should have asked for a snack when we got in. It's really a little late to be eating now, honey. You've lost nine pounds, you only have seven more to go, so stay focused and get ready for bed," Kane yelled back. His eyes shot to the closet door as he finally pulled the knot free and stood. He dropped the silk tie on the dresser and unbuttoned his dress shirt as he stalked across the room to Kane's closet.
"I have a better idea since you're being a hard ass about it all. I'm in the mood for something more satisfying than carrots or an apple anyway." Avery bumped into Kane as he exited his closet, pulling a T-shirt over his head. His mister's nightly wardrobe always consisted of a soft cotton shirt and pajama bottoms, which he promptly removed before he crawled into their bed. Avery slid his hands up Kane's chest, keeping Kane from pulling the cotton material down the rest of the way, and leaned in, swiping his tongue across the exposed nipple.
"Avery," Kane began, but Avery wasn't interested in listening to anything else his husband had to say on the matter. He grabbed Kane's face between his palms and silenced him with a demanding kiss. Kane responded immediately, melting against him and returning the kiss with such ferocity that he swore he tasted the coppery tang of blood on his tongue. Kane had always been responsive to his advances and that always turned him on, but just knowing Kane still craved his touch after all these years made his dick twitch and swell painfully against the binding material of his trousers. Avery broke from the sweet taste of Kane's mouth long enough to draw the shirt up over Kane's head and toss it to the floor.
"You're still such an unbelievably good-looking man. I need you, Kane." Avery watched lust darken his husband's eyes.