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The beep of my cellphone reminds me that I’m due to pick her up in an hour. With my dick soft and settled for now, I put Aria out of my mind for the moment and set to finish showering and getting dressed.
It’s just about an hour later when I’m nearly ready to go. In the kitchen, I’m sipping my coffee after polishing off a plate of eggs and toast. By eight o’clock, I’m on the road in my dark silver Mercedes convertible to fetch Aria. By a little after eight-thirty, I’ve arrived at central Los Angeles, and I spot her waiting for me outside of her condo with her suitcase next to her.
My cock twitches in my beige cargo shorts, reminding me that jerking off doesn’t do much to calm the intensity I feel for Aria, nor has it ever. This morning her hair is down and straight, her makeup light. Her comfortableness in her own skin is one of the things I find so sexy about her. She’s wearing a white sundress that I’m sure on anyone else would look cute, but on her, it’s fucking sexy portraying innocence that I know is a tease. Because that woman right there might be sweet, but she’s dirty as fuck, I can tell. And damn, do I want to play.
I stop next to her and grin. “Looking for a good time?” I joke.
“Depends on what you’re offering in return,” she jokes back.
“The best sex of your life,” I tell her seriously.
She grins. “Well, then, yes, I certainly am looking for a good time.”
I chuckle, open the trunk then exit the car, moving to her. She turns to face me and watches me intently, a delicate flush brushing over her cheeks. It’s not shyness, I know that. It’s desire. “You look absolutely beautiful this morning.” I lean in to kiss her lightly on the lips. It’s a tease of what’s to come.
She kisses me fully back telling me that she plans to go head-to-head with me this weekend. All bets are off. We’re both playing to win.
A cold void overcomes me when I step back and open the passenger door.
“Thank you,” she says, sliding into the seat. After shutting the door behind her, I place her suitcase in the trunk then join her in the car, when she adds, “Do I get any hints on where we’re going this weekend?”
“To my beach house in Santa Monica.”
Her eyebrows raise in obvious surprise. “Yours? As in, you own it?”
I get her surprise. Houses don’t come for less than five million dollars in that stretch of beachfront properties. “The property belonged to my father,” I explain, lowering the emergency brake. “We’ve owned the house for as long as I can remember. When my father passed away, he gifted the property to me in his estate.” My mother never cared; the property always meant more to my father than her. “But I’ve renovated the house over the years. It’s where I go on the weekends.”
“Lucky you,” she says with a sweet smile.
“Incredibly lucky,” I tell her sincerely. My need to be near water as often as possible is a personal thing not very many people know about me. Sure, I love the hustle and bustle of the city, but I need the clear open water and fresh air just as much. “All right, so do you need to make any stops before leaving?” I ask, doing up my seatbelt.
She shakes her head. “I’m good to go. You?”
“I went up last night to get us settled in.”
“Did you?” she asks, fastening her own seatbelt.
“I like to be prepared.”
She gives a sensual laugh. “I have no doubt that is very much true.” When she settles back into the seat and crosses her smooth tanned legs, drawing all my attention there, she adds, “So what have you planned for us this weekend?”
“I have a few ideas.”
“Which are?”
I laugh. “Darlin’, secrets are a good thing. And it just so happens I don’t want you to know all that I have planned for you this weekend.”
She draws in a deep breath and gives me a heated grin. “Ah, is that the way we’re going to play this? You want all the control this weekend?”
Something sparks in me then, tightening my muscles. I lean toward her, staring deeply into her eyes. “Of course, I will have all the control this weekend.”
“And why is that?”
“Because that is precisely what you want,” I murmur, stating a truth we both know. “You want me to command you. To take charge. To own you.”
She swallows deep; her mouth parts. I see it in her eyes then, how excited she is. That sends adrenaline pumping through my veins. I almost regret taking her to the beach because of the drive to get there. I want to touch her, taste her, fuck her until we’re both exhausted. But there’s a good reason I want her to experience Santa Monica with me. She knows the business side of Liam Maxwell. Now I want her to know the personal side.
While I take her silence to be slight shock at my boldness, I ask her, “Are you ready for this adventure of ours?”
