He took my hand and led me up to the front door. “Wait. This is someone’s actual house. Malcolm, no! We can’t just go in there and desecrate their home!”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Trust me, I have their permission to be here. I’ve been trying to talk them into selling me this place.”
My eyes grew wide. “What? As in like buy the house and the vineyard?”
He winked and said, “Yep.”
Less than a minute later, I was standing in a grand foyer with my mouth gaped. I wasn’t sure where to look first. The wood floors were beautiful, but what really had my attention was the amazing wooden staircase that stood in front of me. It branched off to both the right and left.
“You should see it at Christmas time. They line poinsettias along the stairs leading all the way up. Garland and lights are wrapped around the railing as well. I remember coming here as a young boy and thinking someday I would own this house.”
I let out a dry laugh. “You’d have to be a millionaire to afford this place!”
Malcolm lifted his brows as I quickly changed the subject. “How big is it?”
“Over sixteen thousand square feet and four floors.”
“Four floors!” I exclaimed.
Taking my hand in his, he walked around. “Two families live here. Each has two floors.”
r /> “Wow. I can’t even imagine.”
Malcolm showed me the lower two floors. The kitchen alone had me drooling. With the off-white cabinets and gourmet cooking appliances, I almost wished I was a good cook. We toured the master bedroom that was at least three times the size of my apartment in Dallas. The giant Jacuzzi-style tub had my thoughts wandering and in a very naughty place.
The other four bedrooms each had their own bathrooms. One had a fireplace in it like the master bedroom.
“So do the other two floors look the same as this?”
“Pretty much. Except on the main floor there is a wine tasting room. Bob Russell, who was the grandson to the original owner, had a tasting room put in years ago when they had the vineyards opened up to the public. But now they simply sell the grapes and no longer make wine on the property.”
“Wow. I can’t get over how beautiful it is. I would love to see it at Christmas time if they let us.”
Malcolm squeezed my hand and pulled me closer to him. “They’ll let us. Jonathon, Bob’s son is a huge NASCAR fan. I’ve given him plenty of VIP passes.”
With a smirk, I asked, “Is that why they let you just walk around their house?”
He laughed and guided me out the back and down a precious stone path. “Something like that.” The feel of his hand on my lower back guiding me was the best feeling in the world.
When we came upon a small cottage, I looked at him. “Please tell me this is our last stop. I’d give anything to feel you inside of me.”
Malcolm’s eyes turned dark and he practically pulled my arm out of the socket.
Throwing the door open, he pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. My dress was up and over my head before I even had a chance to adjust my eyes to the lower light in the cottage.
His lips crashed against mine while my fingers laced through his hair and grabbed a handful. We were acting like sex-starved teenagers, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Malcolm,” I moaned into his mouth as he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him. Pressing me against the door he reached down and released himself.
“I missed you so much, baby,” he whispered in my ear.
My head dropped back as I felt his dick tease my entrance. “More,” I panted as he pushed in slightly.
Digging my fingers into his shoulders and squeezing my legs tighter, I begged him to give me more.
“I want you so much, Paislie. I’m going to come the moment I slip inside of you.”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Please . . . I want you too.”