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Buy it or now I’ll have to stop on the way home.
Bossy.
Maybe texting isn’t so bad after all.
I clear as much of my calendar as I can, rescheduling the meetings that can’t be changed from in-person to telephone conferences. The corporate travel department has everything I need on my desk by four thirty and I’m out the door ready, even though I still haven’t asked her yet.
I’m anxious to get home. Women never frequented my apartment, and I certainly never offered anyone a key. Yet strangely, it didn’t seem like a monumental occasion to hand over the keys to everything I owned. It seemed … normal.
Kate’s in a floor-length silk robe when I enter. I head straight for her, my fingers going straight for the dangling belt tie. She stops my hands. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see what’s underneath here.”
“No ‘Honey, how was your day even?’”
“How was your day?” I say, uninterested, as I tug crudely at the belt, ignoring her hands trying to stop mine. Her robe opens, revealing a sight I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all day. Only, the actual vision is even better than the one I’d conjured up in my mind.
“Take off the robe.”
She looks up, sees my face, and lets it slip gently from her shoulders. It pools at her stiletto-clad feet. She’s wearing a black lace corset, tied together snuggly by a half dozen black silk bows. A present I can’t wait to unwrap.
“Turn around.” I want to see how well she followed my directions.
Slowly, she pivots on the ball of her foot and turns. Pale flesh, soft skin covering round hard globes, only a sliver of fabric runs up her sexy ass. Garters hold up sheer stockings. My request, followed to a tee.
I’m instantly hard, my hands groping her breasts as I push up against her ass from behind. “I’m going to fuck you leaning over the footboard. None of it comes off. Not even the shoes.” I growl into her ear, allowing my warm breath to linger before I kiss down her neck.
“You like it?” she whispers.
“What do you think?” I grind my erection further into her ass.
“I’m glad.” She turns in my arms. “But hold that thought. You told me I could decide what we do tonight. I want to take you somewhere first.”
chapter twenty-seven
Kate
He’s still scowling ten minutes into our drive. “Are you going to pout all night?” I ask.
“No. But I’m going to make you pay for that little stunt later when we get back home.” He flashes me a sinful grin and I cross my legs to quell the ache his threat incites.
“I did exactly as you instructed.”
“You gave me a present, but didn’t let me unwrap it.”
“Good things come to those who wait.” I smile. “Get off at the next exit.”
“I’m going to get off at the next exit and pull you over my knee, you keep playing with me like that.”
“I might like that.”
“Kate …” he warns.
“What? I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”
“I promise you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you tonight.”
Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to poke a lion and then take him where we’re headed.
“Left on Alan Street.”
“Where are we going?”
“Umm …” Suddenly I question my choice of destinations for the evening. “To my mother’s house.” He glances to me, then back at the road, then back to me.
“You’re not kidding, are you?”
“Nope.”
I watch his face, curious at the reaction I’ll get. Especially considering I just left him sexually frustrated. At first, his brows knit together and he’s not sure what to make of it. Then he reaches over and takes my hand. And for the first time since the accident and my Dad’s death, I feel like I’m not in this alone anymore.
My grip on our laced fingers tightens as we walk up the driveway at my mom’s house. She has no idea we’re coming, which only seems fair since Cooper had no notice either. That he never complained or asked me why we’re going makes me fall a little deeper for this man.
“Mom?” I let myself in with a key.
“Kate, is that you?”
“Yes, Mom.”
She’s walking to greet me before I can tell her to stay put. “What a nice surprise. And you brought company.” She smiles.
“Why don’t you have your oxygen on, Mom?” I rush to the living room and grab her portable tank. The one she’s supposed to have on at all times.
“It was only off for a few minutes.” Mom rolls her eyes as I wrap the flexible plastic tubing that delivers her air back around her face.