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“Would it make you feel better if I told you that I’ve got enough money that we could stay here all year if we wanted to?” I say, tone neutral.
I dislike it when people brag about money, but the last thing I want is for Millie to stress all evening about how I’m affording this.
“Really?” she gasps. “How? God, that was rude, but …”
“Rude?” I laugh, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and hugging her close, inhaling the sweet womb laden scent of her. Primal thoughts try to rise up and compel me to act on my primal instincts. “You’re my woman and I’m your man, Millie. There’s no such thing as rude with us.”
“So how then?” she asks quietly.
“I’ve made investments over the years,” I tell her. “I’ve never had a family. I’ve never had many expenses to speak of. So I put the money into real estate and businesses. I’m the shadow partner in a dozen retailers. I own fifty or so properties. I guess it was my natural extinct for … I don’t know, for self-preservation? I didn’t even think about it. It was just the right thing to do.”
“Don’t downplay it,” she whispers, turning fully to me, giving me a fine look down her mind-fucking cleavage. “That’s amazing. That’s really impressive.”
I shrug. “I only mentioned it so you don’t have to worry. I want your mind wholly on this tonight, on us. Can you do that for me?”
She presses closer to me, causing her breasts to press together in her dress, making them look like invisible hands are grabbing them … like my very fucking real hands soon will be.
The elevator doors open onto a wide open lobby area, the floors covered in overlapping fur rugs, a chandelier glittering from the ceiling, and floor to ceiling windows looking out upon the misty ocean. A piano and a glittering display cabinet sit on one side, but all I’m interested in right now is the hallway that looks like it leads to the bedroom.
“Come on,” I snarl, sliding my hand up her thigh and that spank-me-now ass to her lower back, guiding her down the hallway. Paintings line the walls, pastoral, nature, and battle scenes, with the door to the bedroom, carved wood with two people tall. “I need you someplace private, someplace just for us.”
“I’m ready,” she pants, twitching as though she can’t wait for me to slide her panties off and get at her bare beautiful flesh.
I push open the door to reveal a true royal bedroom. The ceiling is high and each wall is covered in massive paintings, soothing nature scenes, a chandelier whispering its light from the ceiling, and the floor covered in so many interwoven overlapping rugs it’s impossible to count. The silk curtains are drawn, distorting the fading sunlight causing it to shimmer purple.
But the thing I’m most interested in is the four poster bed, the curtains pinned back, the crimson sheets calling to us like a desert oasis.Chapter TwentyMillieI let out a gasping moan as his powerful hand guides me toward the bed, my heart thumping, a film of anxiety stretching over the magical majesty of the moment.
I beat it down and listen instead to the sizzling conviction of my womb, my clit tingling, my lips aching with the need to feel him against me, rubbing, teasing, pleasing.
“Fuck, I need to see that ass,” he snarls. “Get on all fours on the bed for me, Millie.”
Relief dances through me when I realize that he’s going to take the lead. If he wanted me to take the lead, I’m not sure I’d be able to function with the weight of my inexperience dragging me down. I do as he says, clamber onto the luxuriously soft sheets and stick my ass out, feeling my womb flame when I turn back and I catch sight of his wide eyes, captivated, aimed carnally at my twitching ass.
“Do you have any idea how sexy that is?” he snarls.
“This?” I tease, somehow keeping my voice from trembling, swishing my hips from side to side.
“Yes,” he growls. “Goddamn, you’re a sexy fucking virgin, aren’t you? You know how to drive me crazy.”
He reaches forward and grips my thigh, down low near my knee. A shiver of anxiety moves through me when I suddenly realize how sweaty I am, the place he’s touching coated in a nervous layer of it. But he just groans as he grips my flesh harder, stroking up my leg, inching closer toward my sex and my soaked panties.
“Fuck, you even smell incredible,” he whispers. “I can scent your womb. I can scent you. How is that possible?”
“I don’t know,” I whimper. “But that—feels—so—good …”
He leans closer, pushes my dress up, and then grips my panties. He pulls them down slowly, making me feel every tiny movement, every shiver against my skin causing goosebumps to prickle and ache and tingle. I tremble as he works the panties beneath my knees and down my calves, finally pulling them past my heels.
