I open the car door and put her inside before fastening her seatbelt. She keeps on talking about Remi. The girl has clearly had a hard life and my kitten is now on a mission to make it better.
“Don’t you think she and my brother Grant would look cute together?” she asks when I get into the car and pull out of the parking lot heading toward home. Her dress rides up her thighs. I grip the steering wheel, thinking I can almost see her damn panties.
“Kitten. I can almost see your fucking panties.”
“Really?” She pretends to be surprised by my question. “You sure?” She spreads her legs wider. I have no doubt when I put her in the car she must have hiked it up more when I went around to get into the driver's side. I would have noticed it being that damn short before now.
“Kitten,” I growl. If she wants a red ass tonight, I’m more than willing to give her one.
“I’m sorry.” She lets out a little huff. “I’ll fix it.” She reaches under her dress, slipping her fingers into the white panties and pulling them down and off her legs. “There.” The panties hang off her finger. “No one will see them now.”
I don’t say a word. I keep my eyes on the road.
“Ace,” she says after a long minute. I don’t respond. She starts to wiggle around in her seat. “Ace.” She tries again before she starts wringing her fingers together. It’s so fucking hard to keep from smiling. “Hubby?” She licks her lips.
I hit the button for the gate to our home. It slides open, and I pull down the long driveway and right into the garage, closing the door behind us.
“I was only playing,” she huffs dramatically, her bottom lip puffing out.
“I know what you’re doing, Kitten. You want attention, and I’m going to give it to you.” I turn my head to finally look at her. Her cheeks are flushed. “Give me the belt.”
I hold my hand out. She reaches down and unclips it, pulling it off and handing it over. Her eyes are wide with excitement. I grip the back of her neck and pull her toward me, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss. I don’t stop until she’s breathless.
“I love you, Kitten. You know that?”
“I do,” she responds, licking her damn lips again. She’ll be wrapping those around my cock before I get inside her pussy.
“That’s why I’m going to give you a head start,” I tell her. A smile pulls at her lips. “Run, Kitten.”
I release my hold on her neck. She scurries out of the car. I follow her out, pulling my shirt off then my shoes as I enter the house behind her.
If my kitten wants to play, we’ll play. My wife will always get whatever she wants. Since the moment I spotted Faith when I was a young boy, I knew she was my forever.
She once worried that I’d get annoyed with how much she leaned on me, thinking she could be too needy. She’d been so wrong. I was the one that needed her. I was a scared little boy before her. A boy who lost the only parent I knew and then was thrust into a family I didn’t know. A family that brought me to my Faith.
I knew from the very first moment when she turned and smiled at me, telling me her name was Faith, that she was mine. It was clear to me then that if I had Faith, I could have it all.
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BEAUTY AND THE BILLIONAIRE
Best friends get you through the hard times, the sad times and the confused times. If you turn and walk away, your best friend guides you and cheers you on.
— Unknown
BEAUTY AND THE BILLIONAIRE
Being called to bail out my old college friend at a strip club for his bachelor party wasn’t a surprise. There was a reason I’d skipped out on the whole thing to begin with.
What I wasn’t expecting was to meet the woman who I want to spend the rest of my life with while I’m there. And for her to be looking like she needed some saving of her own.
Remi is irresistible, and her innocence only makes her that much more appealing. She’s perfect for me. The only problem is Remi has no clue who I really am or the things I’ll do to keep her. She might not believe in happily ever after but I’m more than willing to show her otherwise.
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GRANT
The bright lights of the strip club glow in my face, lighting up the parking lot for me. This is the last fucking place I want to be. The gravel of the shitty parking lot crunches under the overpriced shoes my sister swears that I need to go with my suits. If it were up to me, I would never wear this fancy shit.