“More,” she moans, tangling her fingers in my hair.
“You won’t be able to keep me off of you.”
Just then the limo comes to a stop and I have to leave her warmth. I take my dress shirt off and grab my jacket as I help her sit up.
“I can’t believe you’re going to let me walk out of here like this.” She scowls as I put my shirt on her and then my jacket on top of it.
“It covers more than you were already wearing.” I glare down at the offensive silk and she laughs. “Besides, we’re in the garage. No one is going to see shit.”
“Then why not let me walk out naked?” She raises an eyebrow at me in challenge and I want to bend her over and spank her ass.
“Because I don’t want to fuck you in my garage and I’m going to if I see you step out of this car naked.”
Her mouth forms a perfect O as I get out and then hold out my hand for her to take.
The driver already departed out of the security entrance and left us alone. The garage is attached to the house and holds some of my most-used cars. There’s another on the property that holds a few of the ones I keep for fun, but it’s not practical to have all of them here.
I bought this house right after I met Myra. I didn’t realize it then, but when I met her I began making plans. Lots of them. I sold my bachelor pad downtown and found this place in the country. I had the house renovated the past few years all based on designs she said she liked. I also began to relinquish some of my controlling assets to my cousin and our board members. At the time it was little by little so no one seemed to notice, but I knew that one day I would make Myra mine and I couldn’t keep working at the pace I was going.
Every time I would take her on a work trip, we would tour properties and hotels. I would make a point to ask her what she liked about it and how she would change the design if she didn’t. It took me years to get it exactly right and I'm still not completely sure, but the devil is in the details and I’m her own personal Lucifer.
I can’t wait to bring her inside and not only show her the place that I’ve created just for her, but to be able to fuck her on every surface imaginable. I’ve had fantasies about it for far too long and it’s time I fulfilled some of them.
“You’ve got a ’68 Jaguar?” She turns around with wide eyes and I smile as I pull her against me.
“In Sherwood Green.”
“That’s my favorite car.” Her voice is awed as we walk past it and she trails her fingers along the hood.
“I know.” I watch as her eyes track the curve of the car and for a second I’m jealous at the attention she’s giving it. I had every intention of throwing her the keys, but maybe I’ll wait a little longer. I’m not ready to share that look in her eyes.
“What else have you got in here?” She cranes her neck to look around and I tug her toward the door.
“Later.” This time when I pull her close, I slide my hand up the shirt and to her bare ass. “I’m not through with you yet.”
Chapter 8
Myra
I can hear my phone ringing in the distance but my eyes are too heavy to open. I snuggle into the warm bed and let out a contented sigh. My body feels… Before I can finish that thought my eyes spring open. My body feels good but it’s pregnant; I’m pregnant. Not only that, I’m with Kace. I don’t remember much after he carried me inside.
He’d been so starved I don’t know how many times he made me cum with his mouth between my legs, but he couldn't get enough. Over and over he’d demand one more. Then I’m pretty sure I blacked out from pleasure. Is that possible? Either way, my body was only able to take so much and I tried to get as many as I could before I passed out. He’d been right when he said I touched myself. I would try and find the same pleasure he gave me that night in the limo but it was never there no matter how many times I tried. The second Kace touched me, my body responded to what it had been craving.
I look around the giant bedroom and it’s breathtakingly beautiful. I’m in a massive bed with white fluffy blankets and a big fur is thrown across the end of it. Off to one side is a sitting area with a beautiful purple velvet sofa and an ottoman table. There’s a vase on it that has purple roses that match the sofa and a silver-framed mirror etched with intricate vines sits behind it. I glance to the center of the room where a fire burns in the fireplace and my eyes can’t keep up as I take in the crown molding and pictures that hang on the walls. I thought this was Kace’s house.
I knew from the garage it wasn't his penthouse, but this is not what I pictured the inside of his home to look like. His office was cold and nothing but blacks and grays. Everything in it had a purpose or it was gone. When I first started working for him I had to stop by his place in the city and it was the same as his office. It had been a long time since I was requested to go there to grab things or stop by because I needed something signed immediately. My sister thought I was a workaholic but I have nothing on Kace. He was there before I got in and still there after I left. I tried to outlast him but it was pointless. I think he made sure he was always the first in and the last out.
This place is decorated so beautifully and somehow it feels familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen most of these things before but not all together. I want to see more and go exploring. If this is only the bedroom, the rest of the place is going to be spectacular.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed but stop when I see my wrist is tied to something. “What the hell?” I pull on the soft material and it looks like a tie.
“You’re only making the knot worse.” I look up as Kace comes walking out of the bathroom in only a pair of loose sweatpants with my phone in his hand.
“Give me that.” When did he get my phone?
“Do you want your phone or your freedom?” He smirks and his eyes dance with mischief.
I scrunch my face. This is weird. I have no idea what’s going on and he’s acting so different. I’d be a liar if I didn't admit to enjoying it. Getting to spar with him is so much better now that he isn't my boss.
“Are you teasing me?”
Kace doesn't tease or joke.
“I do enjoy when your kitten claws come out. You should see my back.” My mouth falls open. Did I do something to his back or is he teasing me again?
“You tease and dirty talk now? I think there’s something wrong with you.” I pull on my wrist. This isn't the Kace I know. “Is this your place or is it rented?” I fire off questions one after another.
“Place is mine.” He pulls at the knot and my wrist is free. He stops and kisses it and I think about telling him it doesn't hurt, but this gentle sweet side does things to me. Would he be the kind of father who kisses our kids’ boo-boos to make them feel better? Kid, I mentally correct. There’s only the one unless it’s twins. Oh shit, I’m not ready to go there.
“It won't stop ringing and I didn't want it to wake you up.” He hands me my phone. “I told Steve to fuck off and your sister that you’re okay.”
“Who’s Steve?” I search my mind.
“Doesn't matter because he’s fucking off.” He shrugs.