Authors: Opal Carew
“But Will said … I mean, I understood you have a board meeting on Monday.”
Kane frowned at the mention of Will’s name, but nodded. “Yes, of course.”
“And I probably won’t be able to get everything finished until this evening, and then I have to arrange shipping, so we wouldn’t be able to leave until late.”
His eyebrow arched. “Don’t you want to go away with me?”
She reached across the table and took his hand. “Of course I do. I’m just saying I don’t think it will work to go somewhere far. Maybe we could just spend the weekend here.”
“I have a better idea. Let’s go to the house. It has more space and a large backyard with a heated pool. And it’s away from everything.”
Everything being Will.
“I can’t imagine needing more space than here,” she said, smiling, “but it will be nice to have a change of scene.”
“Good, we can head over as soon as you’re done this evening.” He finished his last bite of food, and then stood up. He leaned in and kissed her, then disappeared through the doorway.
River finished her own breakfast, then cleared away the dishes and got right to work. In fact, she got into a groove and finished off the last hundred bottles of polish much faster than she thought she would. Of course, the idea of having Kane all to herself for an entire weekend was a great incentive.
She finished packing up the advance shipment for Rapture and arranged with the doorman to have a courier pick up the polishes. Then she decided she’d make good use of the credit card and contact numbers Kane had given her.
* * *
Kane got a late-afternoon text from River. He had intended to surprise her and show up at home early, then help her get her polish done and packed up so they could start their weekend sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, a meeting had come up and that plan had gone by the wayside.
He pulled out his phone.
Finished early. Meet me at the house around six?
He tapped in,
Afraid it’ll be closer to seven.
Okay.
At seven-ten, he pulled into the driveway and stepped out of the car. He grabbed the bouquet of roses from the backseat and the bag of Chinese food he’d picked up, along with the cheesecake for dessert. He knew blueberry was her favorite.
He opened the door and stepped inside. A wonderful aroma filled the house. He walked into the living room. The table was set with fine china, crystal stemware, and candles. He walked into the kitchen to see everything in pristine condition. He noticed the oven light on, the temperature on low. But no sign of River.
He placed the food he’d brought in the fridge, then filled a glass vase with water and set the roses inside.
“Hi.”
He turned around at the soft, seductive tone of her voice. She stood in the doorway wearing a white satin robe that draped over her body in a way that showed every curve. A
short
robe that exposed her long, shapely legs. She wore white stockings with a thick band of lace at the top—they were the type that would stay up without garters—and high-heeled satin shoes with lace, sequins, and pearls. He recognized them as the shoes she’d worn at their wedding.
And the robe …
His groin tightened as he remembered what he’d bought to be covered by that robe.
She hadn’t worn his gift on their wedding night, and he’d assumed he would never see it on her. The fact that she’d brought it here … that she’d chosen to wear it for him …
She stepped forward and turned around, slowly. “Do you like it?”
“I liked it in the store. On you, I
love
it.”
He opened his arms and she stepped into them. His lips found hers and the feel of her mouth against his, her soft breasts pressed tight against his chest, sent his head spinning.
He breathed in the soft vanilla scent of her hair, intoxicated by her. Oh, God, he still couldn’t believe she was actually married to him. And with her wearing this outfit … Somehow it made him feel like she really wanted to be his wife.
His hands glided down her back, then over her round ass. He squeezed, pulling her tighter to his swelling cock. The robe was short enough that his fingertips contacted bare skin. Smooth and soft.
Oh, God, another second of this and he’d rip open the satin robe and feast on her rather than the romantic dinner she’d arranged. He tore himself away and aimed her toward the stove, his hands gliding over her delightful ass one more time, and then he patted it.
“You put dinner out and I’ll go change.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, a seductive smile on her lips.
His cock twitched. God, he couldn’t believe how sexy it was when she called him sir.
He strode to the bedroom and shed his suit, pulled on satin pajama bottoms and a matching robe, then walked back into the dining room.
“You learned to cook quickly,” he said as he sat down, eyeing the gourmet meal laid out in front of him.
There was a chateaubriand surrounded by truffles and small roasted potatoes, béarnaise sauce, glazed beans with almonds, and a basket of fresh buns.
“I used your credit card and had the meal delivered.”
“It’s your credit card, sweetheart. To use however you like. Not just for me.” He took her hand. “You’re my wife.”
“Of course.”
But he could tell she still hadn’t fully accepted that, which made his heart ache. He wanted her to be his. Completely.
That’s why he’d ended it with Will. He loved being with him, but what he felt for River …
For a long time, he’d thought it was just an obsession. A mix of his sexual desire for her and a dollop of guilt, which made him want to make up to her for what had happened in college. But when he’d seen her again after all these years … as he spent time with her … he’d quickly come to realize that what he felt for her was love. Deep and consuming.
That’s why he’d changed their business arrangement into a marriage contract. So he’d have time to convince her how much he loved her. And hope that she’d grow to love him, too.
He wanted River as his wife. The two of them a normal, happy couple. It was the way things should be.
Seeing Will kissing her the other day had shaken him badly. He’d thought Will would be by his side, steadfast, helping him with the transition. Helping River, too. But not like that. God, he felt so betrayed.
His gaze fell on River again. So sweet and sexy. So different from him, but drawing him like the moon draws the tides, her immutable allure addictive.
If only she would fall in love with him so they could become a real, happily married couple. Then everything would be perfect.
From the way things were going, this weekend would be a good start.
After dinner, she stood up and cleared away the dishes. He sat and watched the sway of her sexy ass as she walked to the kitchen, enjoying being the cared-for husband. After she took the last dishes away, he walked to the living room and opened the champagne chilling on ice on the coffee table. He sat down and filled the two flutes sitting beside the bucket.
She walked into the room, her body swaying softly, her long legs made even sexier with those shoes. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her white satin-clad shoulders in gleaming waves.
“You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” he said, unable to drag his gaze from her.
She smiled. Her fingers tangled in the sash and it loosened, then the robe sagged from her shoulders. His breath caught as the silk drifted lower, parting in front. She let the robe fall away and the sight of her in the white satin corset, her full breasts cupped in white lace, made his heart palpitate.
She was stunning.
His gaze drifted lower, to the small triangle of lace covering her pussy. His cock swelled at the thought that she might be as turned on as he was right now, which would mean she was damp beneath the thin fabric.
Just the thought that she wanted him made his cock twitch.
“Thank you for your lovely gift. Since I didn’t wear it on our wedding night, I wanted to wear it for you tonight.”
She turned around slowly. The sight of her bare, beautifully round and firm ass made his cock swell another inch.
He stood up and walked toward her, driven by a burning need to touch her. He glided his hands down her sides, loving the sensation of the silk beneath his fingertips. Then the feel of her satiny skin as he cupped her behind. He pulled her against his hard cock, feeling it twitch boldly between their bodies.
The look in Kane’s eyes as he gazed at her took River’s breath away.
“You are so beautiful,” he said again.
She beamed, loving his adoration. She knew it was the white satin corset that had him so hot and bothered—any woman would look like a sex goddess in this outfit—but she reveled in the joy of being the object of his devoted attention.
She glided her hand down his chest, then over his … Oh, God, his cock was so full and hard she was surprised it didn’t burst.
She nuzzled the base of his neck, listening to the rumbling moan in his throat as she stroked him. She slid her hands back up and parted his robe, then kissed his collarbone. He untied the sash as she kissed down his chest. She lapped over one bead-like nipple, then teased it with the tip of her tongue. His fingers glided through her hair, and when she started to suck on his small bud, he pulled her tightly to him, murmuring soft sounds of encouragement.
She kissed across his chest and licked the other nipple, then suckled it softly.
“Fuck, baby, I love that.”
She glided her finger down his stomach, and hooked it under the elastic of his pants.
“More than when I pay attention to other places?”
He chuckled. “I love it when you pay attention to any part of me, but yes … I do have a favorite place.”
She pulled the elastic forward and gazed down at the big cock inside. She grasped it with one hand, barely able to get her fingers around it, and then tucked the fabric underneath, exposing his considerable length. She leaned down and kissed the head, the moist tip hot under her lips. She licked him, tasting the salty pre-come.
She knelt, pulling his pants down his thighs and to the floor, then she grasped his big cock with both hands and stroked. His skin glided over the steel column beneath and she longed for that thick shaft to be inside her.
She gazed up at him. “Do you want to take control?” she asked. “Tell me what to do while I call you sir?” She’d seen how his eyes lit up when she called him that. Just like they did now.
“Yes, I do.” He stroked her hair. “But not now. Right now I like you being the loving wife. Pleasing me because you want to.”
Her breath caught. It was true. She was his loving wife. She wanted nothing more than to please him. And be loved by him.
But sadly, she could have the first, but … not the second.
She tucked one hand under his balls and caressed gently as she stroked his cock.
He wanted her and she wanted him. That would be enough.
“Oh, God, sweetheart.” The guttural sound of his words told her he was close already.
She stroked faster. He moaned and his balls tightened in her hand. She knew he was going to come any second now, so she took his cockhead in her mouth. He erupted immediately, the hot liquid squirting deep into her throat. She swallowed the salty seed, taking it all.
When he was finished, she drew back and smiled up at him.
He growled and pulled her into his arms. He took her mouth firmly, his tongue darting inside, and then swirling deeply. She was gasping for air when he released her.
“Now it’s my turn.”
He backed her across the room, and pressed her down into the big armchair. He knelt in front of her, a predatory smile on his face.
His gaze fell to her breast. He tucked a finger under one of the lace cups and pulled it forward, then tucked it under her breast. Then the other one. His hot gaze made her nipples pucker, the aureoles pebbling.
When his mouth covered her, his tongue swirling over her hard nub, a moan escaped her lips. He suckled softly and she glided her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. Her whole body trembled with need. She loved having him this close … touching her … loving her body … bringing her pleasure. Another sweep of his tongue then a light nip made her gasp. Then he suckled again. He shifted to her other nipple, leaving the first a glistening tower of dusky rose flesh.
As he suckled, she felt his fingertips graze her inner thigh. Her knees were on either side of him, leaving her open to him. His hand brushed over the crotch of her panties, which was glazed with her dampness.
He kissed from her breast to her neck, and then murmured, “You want me.” The whole time, his fingers stroked her lightly, driving her wild.
She held him tightly against her. “Of course I want you.”
At the sincere, almost desperate tone of her words, he gazed at her, his indigo eyes searching.
Then he smiled and kissed downward, over the satin of the corset, to her panties. His appreciative gaze locked on them as he tucked his finger under the scrap of fabric and pulled it aside. He smiled, his eyes gleaming.
“Your pussy is so … pretty.” His finger glided over her soft flesh.
She stopped herself from arching, trembling with the effort, wanting to savor the joy of him looking at her with such avid desire. He smiled and stripped off the panties, then dipped his head down. The moment his mouth came in contact with her, she moaned softly. His tongue teased her flesh, stroking the length of her damp folds. Then he burrowed in, his tongue pushing inside her.
God, this was so intimate … so intensely personal. His mouth exploring her most intimate of places. It moved her, and made her wonder how he could do it if he didn’t love her. How he could make her feel so special and needed.
But it was just sex. He would do this with any woman who attracted him. And she’d done it with other men. Not many, and every time it had been lacking, at least compared to how she felt with Kane.
Oh, but Lord, with Kane it moved her to her very soul.
His thumb opened her flesh and his tongue brushed over her bundle of nerves, teasing it gently. She arched to him, soaking in the attention, her body opening and blossoming with joy. He nuzzled and teased. Electricity skated along her nerve endings, pleasure coiling in her belly. His fingers dipped into her opening … first one … then two. They stroked her passage as he suckled on her clit. A craving built inside her … for something just beyond reach. A release she needed so badly … intensified by every stroke of his finger, every movement of his mouth.