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Next, Rafe sent a message to the head of IT. Then he texted his mother to ask if his father had a personal cell phone account, and if so, were there any bills at their home or did she have access to an online account?
When no response was forthcoming, he forced himself to put down his phone while he poured two cups of coffee.
He carried them to the bedroom and found Hope snuggled deep beneath the comforter, her brunette hair spilled across the pillow. This morning, the sunshine reflected off it, giving it streaks of copper. Her head was tipped back, exposing her throat, the one he’d collared yesterday. Last night had been everything he’d hoped. She wasn’t just the perfect submissive. She was the perfect woman.
Since she didn’t stir when he walked into the room, he left one cup on a small table, then walked across the room to stand next to her with the other. He moved a hand through the steam, wafting it her direction.
Breathing out a sigh, she curled into a tighter ball, so he continued until she flipped onto her back.
“I think I’m having a dream,” she said. “I don’t want to wake up to find it’s not real.”
He swept the scent toward her one last time, and she pushed up onto her elbows. “This is real? There’s coffee in that cup?”
“Indeed.”
She scooched around, sitting up without dragging the sheet across her chest. His Hope had become emboldened.
He sat on the edge of the bed and handed it over.
“How do I make this happen every day?”
“I think you know.” He smoothed tangled hair back from her forehead.
After taking a sip, she purred. Then she drew her eyebrows together in a tiny, questioning furrow. “Are you telling me that if I marry you, you’ll bring me coffee every morning?”
“We can write it into the vows.”
“If you had said so on Wednesday, we could have saved ourselves a lot of time.”
He smiled. “I’ve found the way to make you mine?”
Over the rim, she grinned at him.
“My meeting starts at ten. I thought I’d see if you wanted to go for that walk I promised you. We could have breakfast at the Grand House. You can sign up with the concierge for a massage or pedicure or whatever women do to their faces. Or you can spend the morning relaxing on the grounds or in the cottage.”
“Sounds good. How much time do I have?”
“Fifteen minutes?”
She nodded, and before he could grab the shower, she claimed it for herself with a short laugh. He considered getting in there and heating her ass, but he’d be late for his meeting.
After a quick wash, she stepped out, and while he showered, she dressed in the bathroom. “You’re making me horny,” he said, washing his hair.
Hope lowered her mascara wand to bat her eyelashes at him.
“I’m warning you, Hope. This is your version of living dangerously.”
“Is it, Sir?”
He was already anxious to get his meeting behind him.
Within the allotted time, she was ready to go, dressed in formfitting white capri pants, a bright peach shirt, and a sensible pair of athletic shoes. If he made her drop her pants and ride him, the morning would be a complete success.
Outside, the golf cart that he’d ordered earlier awaited them.
“Is this your idea of a morning walk?” she teased.
“It will get us to where we’re going faster.” Like a proper sub, she waited for him to help her in. “Doing what I ask of you…is it getting easier?”
“It is.”
He drove her toward the amphitheater known as the Acropolis. The clearing was shrouded with majestic Southern live oaks, lending an elegant air. Over the years, the seating had been expanded and now had nine tiers, all facing the enormous stage. “The facility holds just under a thousand people. We have entertainment here, lectures, discussions.”
“It’s really impressive.” She pointed to the stage. “So, this is where the sacrifice happens?”
“Fishing for information again?” Expecting nothing less than her full persistence, he grinned. “It’s a bonfire.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Doubt wrinkled her nose. “You’re sticking to that story?”
Because this part of the country was infamous for its heat and humidity, the seating area was covered by massive peaked canvases with fans hanging from the beams. “There’s an elaborate sound system, which is in storage most of the year.”
