Meeting his mother just this afternoon pretty much cemented the fact that I didn’t really fit in to the Blackstone billionaire world—even more so now than I’d felt it before. I was an island girl, and I was going to stay an island girl.
“Offer thirty-nine point five and see if she accepts. I feel forty is our threshold on this, but at the same time, I want to make sure she bites hard. There haven’t been any reasonable offers up ’til now, so let’s just see how this first round goes. And not even a whisper of where this is originating, okay?” I shamelessly listened in on his conversation, knowing he was discussing a deal in the millions of dollars as if it were a daily occurrence. It probably was for him, and served as a reminder, yet again, how vastly different my simple life was from his.
“That’s right. William J. Brookermann is the principal on the offer. No, with two n’s. I already said it’s a silent partnership. She cannot suspect, or it’ll flop. Good. Of course, yes, put out feelers with the state. I want to know if it’s been done before. We’ll talk again midweek.”
Caleb ended his call and turned to me, grinning like a boy who’d just found a secret stash of sweets.
“Your business call just now pleases you?” I asked him, now curious about his conversation.
“It does. Very much.”
“Are you buying something?”
“I hope so.” More cryptic answers from him, but I wasn’t the kind of person who begged for answers. I imagined if he wanted to tell me about it, then he would. He hadn’t announced anything to me about his plan to buy some land and build a house on the south end of the island, either. I wondered if his call just now had been part of it. Whatever his business deal was about seemed to be good news, so I dropped the subject.
I could feel his eyes on me as I drove the winding roads up through the hilly grassland to the point. “What do you want to do tonight?” he asked after a moment.
“Thank you for asking,” I paused, “because it saves me from having to tell you what we are doing tonight.”
He laughed. “That’s my girl using her wicked British wit on me again. I’d tickle you senseless if you weren’t driving this ancient vehicle right now.”
I pretended shock. “Are you insulting dear Woody again? I love this ancient vehicle, I’ll have you know. Woody is here to stay.” I stroked over the faux wood-grain fascia as if I were petting a dog.
“He can stay, but what if Woody were to get a loving restoration and then a nice big garage in which to enjoy his retirement? You can take him out on his birthday and special occasions.”
“Oh, Caleb, not again with buying me a new car. We’ve talked about this,” I scolded gently. I knew he meant well, but I still felt uncomfortable with the money issue.
He sighed as if conceding to me, so I knew he wasn’t really angry. He was just really stubborn when he wanted something. “Well, what if I buy a car for use on the island that belongs to me, and you can drive it? How does that idea sit with you?” He put his lips to my ear. “I need to know you are as safe as you can possibly be, or I will worry all the fuckin’ time. A thirty-six-year-old vehicle is too old to be safely reliable anymore. Please don’t make me worry, baby.” He kissed below my ear before moving back into his seat.
Very stubborn. “Can we discuss this further after I explain what we’re doing tonight?”
“Will what we’re doing tonight help you agree to driving the new car with every imaginable safety feature already installed that I’m buying for use on the island?” he fired back. Stubborn, but totally adorable.
“Enjoying a soak in my huge claw-foot tub together, and a massage from you just might.”
“I like that plan, especially where we’ll be having our discussion, baby,” he said wickedly.
“I want you to redesign my master bath to have a huge bathtub incorporated,” he said softly.
“Oh? Because . . . ?” This was a change from what we’d talked about.
“Because I want to do this with you all the time.” Caleb had me leaning back against him in the hot water, his arms holding me captive, but only in the very best way. He trailed his fingers up my arm to cross over to my throat, and then down to shape the fullness of a breast before circling the nipple and playing with it until it was tight and throbbing. Caleb liked to keep up the touching long after the sex was over. It was just one of his sweet ways. One of the many.
But the sex was probably not over yet, because I could feel him hard again, his big cock lying flat against my lower back. I wondered what his next move might be. Would it be as thrilling as what we had done before the bath? Which was me on top, riding his magic tongue with his cock down my throat as I came all over his mouth. He’d lifted me off him before I could find my way back to earth, arranging me half on my side and half on my back. With determined movements he’d gripped one leg and held it straight up for leverage.
Then he’d fucked me hard, with those deep-blue eyes drilling into me as intently as his cock had until he throbbed out his own orgasm.
I was so out of it afterward, I wasn’t even aware of him preparing the bath we were in right now. Caleb had gotten everything ready and then carried me in here to get in the water with him.
“You weren’t so keen about having a bathtub before today,” I reminded him.
“That’s because I never had anyone I wanted to take a bath with before.”
“So, I am your bathing buddy now?”
“Yep—bathing buddy, shower buddy, bed buddy—all of those.” He thrust his pelvis into my back so I could feel exactly how hard and ready he was for more.
“You are insatiable.”