“Would you stop.” Her lips curled. “I don’t know what I’m into.” She paused and looked up at him with curiosity. “Have you ever experimented with that stuff?”
“Stuff?”
“You know. Bondage.”
“Lightly. It didn’t do a lot for me, to be honest. But I would never say no to tying you up and doing whatever you wanted me to.” He smiled, growing aroused at the thought.
She quickly moved past him down the hall and around a corner, to the master bedroom. The previous owners had left behind a dresser with a mirror but nothing else.
“This place is big.” He looked around at the vaulted ceilings. “I don’t know. I might prefer a ranch style house.”
“If it’s got a lot of square footage, you’re talking a lot of land. And that can be expensive.” She tapped a few more keys before glancing up at him. “Then again, you’re Scrooge McDuck-rich, right?”
He chuckled. “Sure I am.”
“So you can afford it.”
He watched her move around, her long skirt clinging to her legs as she moved, her sweater lovingly cupping her breasts, teased by the tendrils of her long hair as she moved past him. The scent of her perfume hit him hard, and he found himself erect and hungry while watching Piper work. Hell, who was he kidding? She could have been covered in mud and he’d want her. Especially after having had her.
He eyed the mirror.
When she passed him again, he grabbed her arm. “Slow down. I think there’s something we should investigate over there.”
“What? Where? Did you see a problem? Cracks? What?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t like it.” He gently guided her to the dresser and set her iPad and their drinks down. “See that?” He pointed to a spot on the wall next to the dresser.
She crouched down. “Where?”
He unfastened his jeans. When he unzipped them, she froze.
“Get up, Piper,” he ordered, pleased when she rose but kept her back to him. “Look into the mirror.”
He followed, looming behind her, and watched her watch him in the reflection. The flush on her cheeks and points of her nipples through her sweater told him she’d heard that zipper go down.
“What are you up to, Weston?”
“That’s Grant, honeybun, or Mr. West Wind to you.”
She grinned. “Oh?”
He hugged her from behind and sighed into the crook of her neck. “You smell so good.”
Her little breath of pleasure made his entire body go rigid. His hug went from caring to sexual in a heartbeat. Grant pushed his hands under her sweater and up to her breasts. To his delight, he encountered a front clasping bra and released it.
He had her breasts in his hands and in the mirror watched himself fondling her. “Look, baby. See how sexy you are?”
She blinked her eyes open, her sultry expression getting him so ready to have her.
“Grant.”
“I want to fuck you.”
She moaned and reached up behind her to hug the back of his neck, giving him better access to her chest. He continued to tease her, loving her responsiveness. She ground back against him, grazing his arousal with eager thrusts.
Grant hurried to free himself from his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down his thighs. Then he dragged her skirt up and shoved down her panties. “Bend over.”
She did, still watching him in the mirror.
