“Show you what?”
“Show me how to be a family man. For the next couple of weeks, just live like this is what you’ve always wanted.”
Her heart was racing once again. “You know, you’re sounding weird and not like a businessman at all.”
Wayne kissed her neck. “I win because I don’t follow the rules. Don’t be a sheep, Tempe. Be a leader.”
He took hold of her hands and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Do you snore?” she asked.
“Not that I know of. I’m perfect, baby. I don’t snore.”
She pulled out of his arms and got to her feet. “You want to be a family man, then come on. Let’s build some sandcastles.”
Temperance pushed every single one of her doubts to one side. She’d deal with whatever was coming in the next couple of weeks. Something was coming. She didn’t know what, but she trusted her instincts.
For the rest of the day, she and Wayne played with Timothy, building sandcastles along with a fort. She made Timothy and Wayne collect rocks and shells for them to place all around their creation, and at the end of it she got pictures, driving both boys insane with her snapping.
“Come on, woman, I want some food already.”
“Tempe, I want to take a picture,” Timothy said.
She showed him what to press and stood with Wayne, who wrapped his arms around her once again.
Temperance struggled to keep her emotions in check as she loved his arms around her. She felt safe, warm, protected, and she’d not known anything like that in such a long time.
“Smile for the camera, princess.”
Like all fairytales, they hid an illusion. Nothing was ever fine. There was always an evil villain, and never a happily ever after. Once again, she pushed those thoughts aside. For two weeks she was going to live the dream, which meant no rules, no boundaries, just fun for her, Wayne, and Timothy.
When they got back to the villa, Temperance went to the kitchen to begin dinner while the boys went to clean up.
She’d just put the chicken with potatoes, tomatoes, and lots of garlic in the oven when Wayne joined her. He opened a bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass.
“He’s just playing with some toys,” Wayne said.
Taking a sip of the fruity wine, she closed her eyes and allowed herself the joy of relaxing.
“Robert left a message on my phone again.”
She opened her eyes. “I thought we were leaving that behind.”
“It’s about your future. Have you figured out yet what you want to do?”
“After this, I don’t want to work for another family. If I work for another I know I’ll never get a chance of having my own.” Being with Wayne and Timothy, she knew without a doubt that she wanted a family of her own. “I don’t know what to do, though. I’ve always been good at taking care of other people.”
“What skills did you get along the way?” he asked.
“I only went to high school, qualified with good grades, and I’ve taken several classes at night.”
“What kind of classes?”
She smiled. “Cake decorating, crafting, stuff that will help me along the way with kids. I can make an awesome volcano, and a brilliant butterfly cake.”
He laughed, and Temperance loved it when he did. His face seemed softer and the harsh frown lines disappeared. Sipping her wine, she found herself admiring his body, his muscular arms, the expanse of his chest.
Wayne took care of himself.
“I know that look,” he said.
“What look?”
“You’re undressing me right now.”
“Maybe.”
“You want to fuck me right now?”
Timothy wasn’t in sight, or close. Wayne’s dirty words had her pressing her thighs together, trying to stop her arousal from building.
Wayne didn’t have the same idea. His hand landed on her knee and he began to stroke up, going toward her pussy. She wasn’t wearing jeans, and had opted for a skirt today as it was so hot.
She spread her thighs and gasped as his fingers stroked across the crotch of her panties.
“Your panties are soaked, baby. Tell me what you want me to do right now?”
Biting her lip, she stared into his eyes, seeing that he wouldn’t go any further. This was all on her.
“I want you to touch me?”
“Where?” he asked.
“My pussy.”
His fingers slid past the fabric of her panties, moving through her slit, his middle digit pressing against her clit before moving down, sinking inside her.
“You’re so wet for me, Tempe. Tonight, when I come to bed, I want you to be waiting for me, on your knees with your legs wide open. I want to see this pussy and this ass on display for me.”
She wanted all of his wicked words and more.
“Yes,” she said.
“Good. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked, drawing her gaze back up to his.
“No.”
He didn’t say anything, only giving her that smile that was more like a promise of what was to come.