My Most Precious One(57)

“Home?” He whispered. I dropped my head slightly, realizing I might have overstepped.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” I began to slide off him but he pulled me back, holding me close to his chest.

“Shut up.”

The car finally came to a stop in front of a huge building. I could hardly see it since it was so dark out. The car idled in front of a large garage door as Jacob reached and pressed a small button that was on the roof of the Audi. The door slowly slid open. Once it was done opening Jacob drove into a small compartment that closed behind us. That’s when I felt it move.

“Are we on an elevator?” I asked nervously.

“Yes it’s bringing us to my penthouse.” Lukas still held onto me as I moved about trying to look around, I was totally giddy and excited. This was a car elevator that brought you up to your floor. I don’t even know how many stories up, but knowing Lukas it had to be the top floor.

“Would wonders never cease?” I whispered to myself.

“You’re too much, you know this right?” Lukas laughed at my complete lack of decorum.

“I’m sorry. Am I supposed to…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do? This is the shit, Lukas, oh my god.” I shrieked excitedly.

The elevator stopped and Jacob backed the car into the garage. He then opened the door for us. In a not so lady like manner I slipped off of Lukas’ lap and stepped out of the car. Lukas placed his hand on my lower back and guided me through the door that led right to his house.

“Jacob” Lukas said.

“Good night sir, Good night Ms. Samos.”

His home was much like the one in Montreal with old leather couches and dark accents with touches of bright colors. He had ceiling to floor windows and his view was of the river and part of the city. I watched as Lukas moved around his penthouse.

“Why are you just standing there? You’re home now.”

I had subconsciously taken my bag and hugged it against my body, “Lukas” I barely was able to take it all in. He walked over to me taking my bag from me

“Don’t say anything stupid now. You fit just perfectly in my life.” He put my bag onto his couch and threw me over his shoulder, “now it’s time to take a shower and sleep.”

The light of day made all the difference, I awoke by myself after Lukas had his way with me, it was fast, hard and it was perfect. I stretched my body in his bed that had to have the highest thread count sheets I had ever seen. Let alone slept in.

I lay there naked, completely unhinged and relaxed. I knew it was late in the day but the light of the sun hadn’t shined into his room yet. I stood up wrapping myself with the bed sheet and walked over to the window.

“There’s a button on the side of the bed that allows the light in.” I turned to see he was standing with only the bottom half of his pjs.

He walked over to the night stand and pressed it. The rays of the sun lit his room and I took in all that was round me.

“What is it?” He asked almost knowing what I was thinking.

“Nothing.” I murmured and walked back to bed.

“Isn’t it Monday? Shouldn’t you be at work?” I asked trying to divert his question.

“I took the next few days off, I call them Alexia days. When you work I work, when you play I play.” He crawled over to me as I lay in bed.

“Really?” I acted coy.

“Really.” He said in between kisses. “Ms. Samos I must say you look rather sexy wrapped in that sheet, I wonder if I should have my way with you.” His grin was smoldering hot.

I giggled, “Just try it mister.”

He reached out to grab me but I jumped back, he narrowed his eyes as a smirk began to creep up on his face. I felt the little butterflies flutter in my belly. He jumped forward and finally caught me, he then yanked the sheet off with very little protest from me.

“I thought I would have to fight you.” He remarked.

“You…you know you always get what you want.” I wrapped my arms around him and began kissing him back.

Our hot little foreplay was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Mr. Blakk, your breakfast is ready.”

He groaned. “We’ll be there shortly.” He lowered his head onto my chest.

“Fine sir.” The woman on the other side of the door said. He lifted up his head and I looked at him nervously.

“Don’t look at me like that, she’s my housekeeper. She’s a nice older lady that has been working for me for awhile.” He began to move away from me.

“You have a housekeeper?” I asked only to realize rather quickly he would obviously need one, it’s not like he couldn’t afford it. “Sorry of course you would. It’s just a lot to get used to. I’ll get dressed.”