He slaps my ass, hard.
With his mouth still locked on mine, he grabs and kneads my tits, squeezing my stinging, achey nipples through my clothes.
He grips my ass in both hands, and I rock my pussy hard against him. Obscenely. Shamelessly.
His hand slips under my ass. Finds my crevice. I collapse inside.
I fall against his shoulder as his fingers plunge into me. With his thumb, he teases and tortures my clit.
I never felt a man’s hand on me there. He feels so big, like he could hold me in his palm. As he squeezes and trills, he knows how to play me. I reach for him, slide my hands over his hard pecs, his ribs and the ripples of his abs.
I’m making for his cock, but I tremble like a little tree in a big gale.
Shaking and moaning, I wrap tight and helpless onto him, clinging as another current of electrical fire flashes through me, shatters me, inside and out.
He strokes me tenderly as the tremors subside. I shake and buzz again when I see him lick and suck his fingers.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you.”
It’s not really a question. Just as well, since I can’t really speak. But I nod.
Folded in his arms, I feel safer than I have in a long, long time.
He holds me as I drift off to sleep.
Shame I slept, but I was so tired. Shame I didn’t wake sooner. I wanted more.
I didn’t mean to sleep. But the morning is coming. Soon.
He’s in the bed, next to me, sleeping peacefully. My hero. My man. If only for now.
Slipping on his beautiful shirt makes me feel sexy. The shirt still has his beautiful cufflinks in the buttonholes. I turn up the cuffs and pull his belt around me.
I patter down to the kitchen in my flats. I’ll make fresh coffee. For my man.
Getting the coffee things ready, I love the fresh, morning wake-up smell. Sunrise is starting up through the window.
Shame I didn’t see Aaron in the corner of the kitchen.
Chapter Eight
Liam
She’s not in the bed when I wake up. Did she finally realize that she doesn’t need to be around an old man like me?
It’s the right thing, I know, but it feels like a flint rock in my gut. Anyway, I’m sure it’s not true. She has feelings for me. Some, at least. If she needs some space, that’s okay.
After a shower, I look for my shirt to put it with my laundry, but I don’t see it. It’s gone, cufflinks and all.
Then I can’t find my old belt. Can Tegan have taken them? I swell up. My cock is rock hard and ramrod straight, thinking of her in that shirt, with my heavy belt around her gorgeous waist. Damn, she would be a wet dream come true.
I dress and groom myself and head down to find coffee.
On the way to the kitchen, I spot Jack, in the big reception room that looks out over his gloomy garden.
I’ve an idea. Maybe I’ll talk to Jack about it. First, though, I want coffee in peace.
While the coffee brews, I take a look at the small patio outside the kitchen. There’s a table and a couple of chairs, but it’s hot and dark, so I decide to stay in the kitchen, take my coffee at the breakfast bar. I want to call Finn and talk over my idea, but I won’t risk being overheard.
For my second cup, I feel too cooped up in the kitchen. I move to the gloomy patio table. The flagstones look like they haven’t been swept this year.
A low wall around the patio has a gate with peeling paint. The wall is topped with herb plantings, though the herbs all look bedraggled. In Vegas, we’d kill for a climate where you could grow sage and basil outside. Seems to me that Jack has really lost the plot. Something catches my eye, glittering blue in the rosemary.
Jack steps onto the moss-green flagstones.
“Hi, Liam.” A narrow look in his eye puts me instantly on alert. “I just came to say good morning. I’m on my way out. Make yourself entirely at home, of course. Anything you need, just help yourself.”
“Is Tegan around, do you know?”
He hesitates, keeping eye-contact, then he shrugs. Something is definitely up.
Then Jack leaves by the patio gate, heading for the garages.
I sprint to through the hallway to the front of the house, to watch him leave. I’m by a window, calling Gavin as Jack drives by.
“Gavin? Jack is coming out of the house right now. He’s in a red BMW. Follow him. Don’t let him see you. And keep in touch.”
“Sure, boss.”
I know I can trust Gavin.
Then I call Finn.
“I need to know the whole scope of the business here.
“Sure thing, boss.”
“Facts, numbers. Details. My instinct is to cut loose. Sell the thing to Jack in one stroke before it all bursts into flame.”