“Yum,” I tease. “I’m going to get used to you making me breakfast.”
“Why not?” he says with a grin. “You have my skills at your disposal, babe.” He gives me a meaningful look. “All my skills.”
His tone tells me what skills he’s talk
ing about, and I bite my bottom lip, shifting in my seat, and suddenly wanting nothing more than to go back to bed. With him.
“I have to get to work now,” he says regretfully, as if he can guess what I’m thinking. “I have a phone call with my lawyer and some documents to appraise before I go to look at the property.”
“Oh...” The morning stretches out in front of me. “Alright.”
“There’s a caretaker you can call if you need anything.” He shows me the card with the number by the kitchen phone.
What could I possibly need? The house seems to be stocked with the bare necessities, at least. After eating, we clean up after ourselves. Landon remains on the patio with his laptop and phone, sliding effortlessly into his work mode. I take my laptop to the front porch, settle on one of the cushioned wooden chairs, and start to do some of my work for the coming week. It’s mostly reviews, filler pieces, and some editing work, which describes most of what I do at Gilt Traveler.
After about two hours, I look up to see Landon standing at the door, watching me.
“Hey.” I stretch languidly.
“Hey.” His eyes flick to the laptop on my lap. “How’s it going?”
I shrug. “So so.”
“I’m about to leave,” he informs me. “Why don’t you come with me, so you can tell me what you think?”
“Me?” I laugh. “I’m not a real estate analyzer.”
“You don’t have to be,” he says, serious. “I’d like to know what you think.”
I shrug. “Okay, if you insist.” I get up from my chair. “What is it, anyway?”
“An old ocean-front hotel. It has historical value, and I suppose, sentimental value to the owners. They proposed a partnership.”
I frown. “But you own your properties outright, don’t you?”
He nods. “Usually, yes.”
“So, are you going to partner with them?”
“That’s what I’m going to decide today.” He takes my laptop from me. “If I’m going to pour money into the place, I want to be sure it has a chance, and that it’s going to be run like any other Swanson Court establishment.”
With unstinting care, maintenance, and top class service, like all his hotels.
“When are we leaving?”
He eyes the robe I’m wearing. “I was going to take a shower, and I wondered if you would join me.”
“Well, if you insist,” I say with a smile, letting him lead me back into the house. Inside the well-equipped bathroom, we undress each other and enter the shower stall. Landon sets the temperature with a frown of concentration on his face that would be comical if he weren’t so sexy. Then, he starts to soap my body, from my neck to my back, then my breasts, where he spends an inordinate amount of time, not that I have any intention of complaining. He soaps me until my nipples peak and tighten, then he moves down to my thighs.
When I’m thoroughly lathered, I take over from him, pouring a generous amount of soap into my palms. I rub it over his chest, running my fingers over his taut muscles and firm skin, then I go to his back, before reaching for his hard buttocks. When I reach for his cock, he’s already hard, and I curl my fist around him, sliding my hand up and down his length, the soap providing a slippery lubrication. He makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh and leans back under the spray, letting me pleasure him. The spray of water gets rid of the soap, but I continue stroking him, getting down on my knees to take his cock in my mouth.
He buries his fingers in my hair, his fingers gripping the wet strands and directing the movement of my head. I suck him as deep as I can, feeling him at the back of my throat before I slide back to flick my tongue over his sensitive tip.
I feel his thigh muscles bunch, his belly hardening and tensing. I suck him deep again, and his hips start to flex, the movements in time with my head, stroking his cock with my tongue. I look up and meet his eyes just as I cup his balls gently.
He groans. “You’re going to make me come.”
In response, I suck harder. He makes a sound like surrender, his eyes closing as he pumps into my mouth, over and over, until his muscles tense and he comes with a loud groan.