Fat Cat Liar

She twists her head, taking it all in, and her smile grows.

“Three bedrooms and bathrooms down that hall, with the master across the house. There’s a loft upstairs that holds more sleeping space and a separate bathroom.”

“That’s a lot of space.”

“Coming from the woman who has a mansion on the ocean?”

Her cheeks flame, and she bites her bottom lip.

“Mom liked to have family around,” I explain, squeezing her ass.

“I understand why,” she says softly.

“Tomorrow, in the light of day, you’ll understand. It’s too dark to see, but outside that wall of windows is a backdrop that will take your breath away.”

She looks over her shoulder at the windows and lets out a sigh. “I can’t wait.”

“I called the couple that keeps an eye on the house. They delivered some supplies for our weekend. Are you hungry?”

She brings her face back to mine and nods. “Starved.” She draws out the word, and it hits me straight in the dick, which thickens instantly.

I peer over her shoulder at the large sectional sofa and know that, in less than sixty seconds, I could have us naked and be buried inside her. It takes all the control I have to walk us to the kitchen instead, place her on the counter top, and unlatch myself. Her face falls in disappointment and confusion sets in.

“Baby, let me feed you. I haven’t eaten since this morning, and I’m going to need sustenance for what I have planned.” I glide my nose along hers and nibble at her top lip. “And stamina, loads of stamina.”

Her breath hitches against my mouth, and I smile, stepping away to the fridge. The contents inside are exactly as I requested, enough food to get us through the weekend, Greer’s favorite Chardonnay, and the items needed for dessert.

“Do you need some help?” she offers.

“No, I’ve got this.” I take the prepared dinner items out and read the instructions scribbled on the top.

“What is that?”

“The couple I mentioned also owns a restaurant in town. They’ve prepared all our meals. All we have to do it heat them up.”

“Now, who’s the one spoiled?”

“I’ve got much more important things to spend my time on. I think by Sunday, you’ll agree.”

Her lips tip into a grin as her eyes start to shine. “Do you mind if I show myself around while you slave over dinner?”

“Help yourself.”

She hops off the island, and I open a bottle of wine, handing her a glass. “While you’re exploring, you can start shedding clothes. I believe I get a weekend of nakedness and servitude.” I lean down to kiss her.

“I believe you do, but you’d better get me a fire started because it’s still chilly.”

“I plan to keep you heated; scorching is my plan.” I cock an eyebrow, watching the heat in her eyes.

She kisses me again, this time tracing my lips with her tongue, teasing me with the little taste. Too soon, she pulls back and takes off down the hall to the master suite.

As the oven preheats, I go into the living room and start the process of building her a fire. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, and thoughts of years past flood my mind.

Having Greer here gives me a sense of security. With each mile o

ut of the city, I was able to leave behind the trail of deceit and focus only on us. This house is sacred, full of wonderful times and memories. I plan to make new ones this weekend.

First thing Monday, I’m going to follow through with what I started this morning. Clay knows where we are, and he assured me he’ll look into what stake I have in the company and the financial payout I could possibly get. He also tried to talk me out of it, encouraging me to come clean with Greer.