Claiming Cinderella

“I’m not sure I’d go without sedation,” she said with a laugh. Her laugh was amazing, and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed her.

She pulled back and touched her lips and stared at me wide-eyed.

“I’m not going to apologize for that.”

“I don’t expect you to. It was just a bit sudden.” She turned her head and stared at a planter beside us.

“Well, maybe after we talk some more, you’ll let me do it again?”

Laughter bubbled from her, and I couldn’t help but get rock hard when she said, “Okay, maybe next time I’ll kiss you instead.”

I wondered for a moment how Zep was doing upstairs.

“Tell me what you’re thinking?” She turned and met my eyes.

“I was just thinking about my best friend, actually. He’s more like a brother. My mother took him in when we were kids, and I haven’t really been without him much since.”

“Yeah, I always wanted a sibling. I guess every only child does at some point.”

“I wouldn’t know, by the time I could even think about that kind of thing Patricia brought Zep home. But I never resented him. He’s been good to me.”

“His name is Zep? That’s unusual.”

“His father was a rockstar. You know how they all name their kids some weird-ass name. I’ve teased him about it for years. He loves it though, and it fits him.”

“Does he share your same passion for flying?”

“No, he’s supportive though. His passion is more with the ladies.” I couldn’t help but let out a belly laugh at the thought of Zep in the room with those twins and wondering how far he’d gotten with Sadie. My bet was, not far.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Ella, and I wanted to kiss her again but was afraid I’d come off too strong. I didn’t want to scare the poor girl away, but at the same time, she was so hot that I was starting to sweat. I loosened my coat and took it down my arms, letting it fall behind me.

“Are you getting hot?” Her words made me even hotter, but I shrugged it off like it was nothing.

“Tuxes aren’t my thing either, but my mother threatened me and Zep if we showed up in jeans.” She’d put her foot down on my neck if I tried to go against her on the tux and I’d learned to choose my battles.

“Are you and your mother close?”

“Normally I call her by her first name, but for the sake of avoiding confusion, I’m clarifying with mother.”

“Oh, I see.” She looked away, and I wondered if she thought I hated the woman.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the woman, but she drives me crazy as most mothers do their sons. But she’s okay. It’s different now that my father’s gone. We share the estate, and I think she had hoped it would all be hers. Dad wanted me in control of it all though, not her. He’d had to bail her ass out of the fire a few times with her musicians, and he was afraid of what might happen if he gave her full control. I think she’s a little bitter toward me because of it, but she can’t help but love me since I’m her son.”

“I’d think there were a million reasons to love you.” She pulled her lips in tight and looked away.

I scooted in closer. “Yeah? You think so, huh?” She turned to face me and was only a breath away.

“Yeah, what’s not to love?” She eased toward me, and her lids fluttered as I closed the distance and took her mouth with mine.

She didn’t pull away this time and instead melted toward me, her hands finding my hair as I held her delicate chin.

Suddenly she shifted in her seat, and the kiss deepened, and I found my hand on the small of her back, wanting so desperately to go under her shirt.

The kiss broke for a second and only for long enough to exchange a look and take a breath, then our tongues stroked past one another, mingling together with long hot strokes, and I imagined it working along my cock, which was stiff as a hammer.

Her hand went to my chest, and she leaned away. “Maybe we should go back downstairs.” It wasn’t what my body was telling me to do, but I agreed with her knowing it wouldn’t look good to protest or to make her feel obligated. I liked my women willing.