Page 15 of House Rules
I look past her shoulder, waiting for some comment on the packages I had delivered. I see the contents, minus the tickets, spread out on her bed and wait for her reaction. When none comes, I say, “I see the gifts arrived.”
She nods and glances down for a moment, like all the toys have embarrassed her, or… Wait! I cup her chin and lift it. “Kitten?” I say, my cock swelling inside my unforgiving dress pants. “You are, aren’t you?” I ask.
She moves slightly and her lids flutter, bliss spreading across her face. Holy fuck she is!
“Which one,” I ask, sounding like I’d just eaten a bucket of nails.
“LUNA Beads,” she murmurs, her mouth curving slightly.
I scrub my hand through my hair, my balls drawing up inside my body. Sweet fuck. I thought I’d tease her with the idea, but I never thought she’d go through with it. How the fuck am I supposed to make it through the night knowing she has a vibrating sex toy inside her? Jealousy rages through me. Jealousy? Fuck, what have I become that I’m jealous of a damn vibrator? But seriously, right now the only thing I want inside her is my damn cock.
“Everything okay, Sean?” she asks, like she has the upper hand on these games we’re playing. She might, but I plan to rectify that later. Right now, I have other business to attend to, and we have no time to waste.
I square my shoulders and pull myself together. “Yeah. All set?”
“Just have to grab my purse.”
She sashays across the room with a little extra swing to her hips to tease me, I’m sure, and my dick throbs. I swallow, wanting nothing more than to bend her over and drive into her, balls deep.
She comes back with her purse under her arm, and I slide my hand around her waist and guide her to the elevator. A little mewling sound catches in her throat as she walks, and I just about shoot a load off in my damn pants.
Fuck me.
As we ride the lift to the lobby, we take that time to get our ducks in a row. I suggest we pretend we met though my sister years ago. Which, in fact, is true. Then we quickly exchange enough information about ourselves so we can pull this off. Not that we need to exchange facts. We already know a lot about each other. But she’s still pretending so I’ll continue to go along, for the time being. When the lift stops, I usher her outside to the waiting limo. Her eyes widen. “Nice,” she says.
“Only the best for my Kitten,” I say.
“Isn’t the cocktail bar just around the corner, though?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say, and neglect to tell her my plans for the limo later this evening.
I open the door and she slides in. I follow her inside, give the driver the address, and press the button to close the window separating the backseat from the front.
It’s obvious to me that she’s not going to tell me who she is, so for now I’ll play along. “Champagne?” I ask, and reach for the bottle chilling.
“Sure. It might help calm my nerves.”
“What are you nervous about?”
“I am pretending to be your fiancée. What if I can’t pull it off?”
“Don’t worry. Just be yourself and you’ll be fine.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip. “I don’t know anything about banking, Sean. I have no idea how to talk to this client you’re trying to impress.”
We drive by a museum and I ask, “Well, what do you know about? What are your interests?
“I like a lot of things,” she says.
“Then just talk about your interests. No one expects you to talk finance with Cochrane.”
“Cochrane?”
“Yeah, the client I’m trying to impress. Thomas Cochrane.”
“Sean?” she says quietly.
“Yeah?”
