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"Wow, it's beautiful."
Kingsley hands me an email, and I read it out aloud. "I've found it, Kingsley. The site of Hamilton House. I can't wait for you to see my plans. Old world charm right here amongst all the ugly and the noise. A place for good conversation, good food, and a good night's sleep. Somewhere where they greet you by name and remember your favorite drink. Somewhere you can sit and read a book after a day of work or of seeing this wonderful city ofours. I'm very excited about my little project. And I can't wait to show it to you when it is ready. Ernest."
Emotions churn in a slurry in my stomach.
This was more than just another tech merger for him, more than a retail company he could add to his umbrella. This was something he wanted to display his name on, proudly. Tears build a the edges of my eyes. I wish I could’ve seen him see it to completion. I wonder if he would’ve shared it with me.
It’s bittersweet. Knowing that he’ll never get to see this particular dream fulfilled, but also getting to see something so close up that he was working on something that tickled his heart as much as his wallet.
Kingsley hugs me from behind.
“What do you think?”
“I think…thank you, for showing me this. For giving me another piece of the puzzle I’m putting together of my father.”
“Any time, Moonshine.”
Thirty-One
Kingsley
"You drive like amadman."
"I like to think of it as efficient," I grin, spinning the steering wheel with the heel of my hand to pull into one of my parking spots. "I got us back in time for the two p.m. meeting with the marketing department, didn't I?"
"It's probably the most un-Kingsley Baxter like thing about you," Luna says, making a big show of unbuckling her seatbelt, and patting her hair down even though the top of my convertible was closed.
"Oh? And how do you think Kingsley Baxter should drive?"
She leans over, brushing her nose against my cheek. "Safe. Slow. Like a little bent over grandpa in a brown cardigan." I growl at the reminder of our first meeting and her description of me. "But you actually drive like you fuck."
"If you're suggesting I fuck too fast..." I grumble, nibbling on her jawline, her scent alone driving me crazy as usual.
The giggle that vibrates through her throat tickles my lips. "No. I can't describe it. You drive and fuck like you're consumed by something. Hot. Dangerous. I like it," she whispers against my ear, sending tendrils of lust down my spine.
My hand comes up to gently grip around her throat. "I am consumed by something. You. And you should see how I drive when I'm driving home to fuck you, Moonshine." And then I pull her to my mouth kissing her until we're both gasping with breathlessness.
She pulls away, dragging a deep breath into her lungs, as I rest my lips on her forehead.
"I'm never going to get sick of the way you kiss me," her warm sigh settles prettily on my cheeks, featherlight.
"Do I kiss like I drive as well?" I tease her, my hand giving a little squeeze around her throat, and then reluctantly let go to reach for the door handle.
"No, you kiss me like when you're not kissing me, it's all you're thinking of doing."
I turn back to her, grabbing the back of her head and yank her back to me, our mouths crashing together in another kiss that calms and frays my sanity all at once.
"Very astute of you." I say as she climbs out of the car.
"Aren't we going to be late for the meeting?" she calls back to me when she sees I haven't followed her out of the car.
"Yes. Too bad. I'm not really in a position to be walking into my office, yet, you little temptress," I chuckle, gesturing to the none too obvious bulge in my pants.
She pokes her tongue out and runs towards to the elevators leaving me to wait out my hard-on by myself.
"Wench!" I call out after her, and jump out of the car, ignoring the ache in my groin.
The elevator arrives just as I reach her, and she runs in through the doors, jabbing on the door close button, laughing as I slide in, and pin her against the wall, grinding my hardness against her as the doors close.
