“But I don’t have any clothes.”
“Easily remedied.” His heated gaze dropped to my chest while he licked his lips.
I swatted his hand. “Behave, you have children.”
“So?” He moved closer, his hands painting slow circles on my lower back. I immediately felt the burn through my jeans. His face drew closer, our noses almost touching. “They need to know their dad is in love,” his soft words brushed across my lips.
I gasped, loving the way he was looking at me. The kids came bounding back from the stables and Trent leaned away with a soft groan making me laugh. “What their naughty dad needs to know is that sex only happens behind locked doors with kids around,” I whispered as Nicky pulled Neha’s cap and ran off. Squealing her irritation, she chased after him.
“Locked doors are for beginners, sweetheart and quite clearly you haven’t grasped the fact that I’m a master manipulator,” he kept his voice low then shifted putting his mouth right next to my ear. “Deepest, darkest desires. I aim to make them all come true.” He stepped away before I could react. That, however, didn’t stop the abrupt heat scorching my pussy. I squeezed my thighs with an inaudible moan. Master manipulator indeed.
“Come on, I want to show you something,” Trent lifted me off the wall and set me down on the ground. “Nicky, Neha,” he called. When they came running back to where we stood, he leaned down. “Can you stay with Fanny please? I’m taking Ashrika to the factory?”
“Ok, daddy,” they replied in unison.
Hearing her name, their nanny appeared from behind the shed and gestured for them to follow her.
“They like it here?” I asked as I followed him.
“It’s the animals. The kids consider them their pets and with each visit they get to spend time with a different animal. This way.”
I frowned as he steered me away from the buildings that I knew were the factories. “Where are we going?”
He glanced at me, his smile reminding me of Nicky. “Quick roll in the hay.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He slipped a hand around my waist and drew me tight to his side. “Not afraid of people watching me eat your pussy, are you?” I blushed so hard, the skin on my cheeks felt like they’d been seared. “Relax, I have something else in mind that would look perfect between your legs.”
What the hell kind of statement was that?
Another two turns down the path brought us to a shed. Curious, I waited while he unlocked the large doors and pulled them open. He gestured for me to enter. As I did my glance fell to a large—very large black and chrome bike. I knew nothing about bikes or cars for that matter. How did someone keep such a large machine upright on two wheels? I laughed realizing I’d sound stupid if I asked.
“Care to share the joke?” Trent came up behind me. Before I could respond, he turned me around sharply to face him, grabbed the back of my neck, and claimed my mouth. I clutched his arms to keep from falling backward. Despite the wolfish hunger lurking in his kiss, his lips were warm and soft. His tongue pushed past my teeth, coaxing my mouth open. Once I gave him access, the intensity changed, hungrier, more demanding, stealing my breath, weakening my ability to keep upright. I tilted my head to deepen the kiss and his fingers tightened at the back of my neck. Every inch of my body pulsed, pouring liquid heat into me from my belly to my thighs, and searing the very core of me. I wasn’t sure if the low growl emanating between us, came from me or him.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes no longer tender but a sexy invitation to get downright dirty. “I’ve wanted to do that since you walked through my door this morning looking like fucking sex in boots. He kissed me again, this time softer, sweeter. His hand dropped from my neck to my ass, pressing me tighter to his body. “I need to fuck you now, Ash.”
“The kids—”
“They’re busy,” his lips brushed mine. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re like that extra drop of cream in a warm mug of hot chocolate, the one you shouldn’t want but must have.” His hand crept under the hem of my skirt bunching it as he slipped inside my panties. I shuddered when he pushed two fingers into my pussy. My grip on his arms tightened. “Trent, we shouldn’t,” I gasped as his thumb brushed my clit.
“But you know you want it, right?”
I shut my eyes tight as my orgasm raced down my spine, my pussy muscles clenched in readiness. My knees buckled and I clung to his arms.
The sudden sound of approaching footsteps running toward the shed, had me pushing him away. I barely had time to straighten my skirt when Nicky and Neha barreled through the open door, breathing hard.
“Shit.”
I caught Trent’s mumbled curse and grinned. He scowled when he snagged my ‘I told you so smirk.”
“Can we go for a ride, daddy?” Nicky brushed past Trent and went to investigate.
“No. You know you can’t—”
“But, mommy says it’s okay,” he wailed.
Trent frowned. “What are you talking about, champ?”
