"Maybe canasta night?" Ida mused. "Art likes to bring his latest cider creation. Everyone will be a little tipsy. I'll try to convince my sister to come. The old bird's been grouchy lately."
"Thanks," I said. "I know you don't like the Svenssons."
"I love the Svenssons!" Ida said, clapping a hand on her chest. "They're the best kind of eye candy. It's just a woman has needs, you know?"
It was late when I arrived back at the estate house. I wanted to finish sending an email and opted to go to the tiny house instead of the main house.
I stripped off my top as soon as I walked in. Though I was still a little twitchy about the clothes, I had to admit having high-quality, comfortable business clothes was something I was looking forward to, especially now that I was going to have to spend the next three days at a conference. Speaking of which, I texted Marnie to make sure she had time to hang out.
Josie:Are you coming to the conference?
Marnie:Part of it.I can't wait to see you!
Marnie:Greg's been talking up your marketing presentation. He wants you to come do marketing for him on some real estate development. He doesn't want a repeat of Frost Tower
Josie:I thought that turned out great though?
Marnie:Eventually, but it could have gone south and he doesn't want that to happen again
Josie:I guess after this marketing thing is done, I'll need something to do since Anke is now Mace's assistant
Marnie:I cannot believe the nerve of her. Is she trying to make a move on him?
Josie:She claims she isn't. I think she's after one of Mace's other brothers
Marnie:Good luck! Haha! I wish she would try her crazy tactics on Greg. I could use some amusement
I jumped when I heard a knock on the door. Mace was standing outside of the tiny house. He was so tall and the tiny house so small, that even though he was on the ground, his head was about at the height of the door.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"Or what? You'll huff and puff and blow my house down?"
"I don't think I'd even have to try that hard," he said, ducking to come into the tiny house. It wobbled when he stepped inside. "This house looks practically unstable. I'm shocked it hasn't collapsed yet."
"I guess I'll just have to huff and puff and blow you instead," I said. Mace looked as predatory as the big bad wolf. He came in and pushed me against the wall. His hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes, tangling in my hair, hot on my bare skin. He pushed up my skirt and ripped my panties off.
"You can't keep destroying my stuff," I gasped as the zipper on my skirt ripped.
"I just bought you new stuff," he said then kissed and sucked at a freed breast. I grabbed for leverage on the railing to hold the ladder in place while Mace, still kissing me, undid his pants. The railing pulled out of the wall, bringing a tuft of insulation and splinters of wood with it. Mace ignored it. He rolled on a condom, then he pushed me back against the wall. I held onto him as he slid his cock into me.
The tiny house rocked as Mace found a rhythm. The lights shook, and the house creaked ominously. I cried out as he hitched me up higher, angling me so his cock rubbed my clit every time he thrust into me.
I kissed him to silence the screams. The house was notthatsoundproof. Mace responded by fucking me harder. I distinctly heard some of the wood paneling give as I came over the edge, Mace finishing close behind.
"We might have to move this into the main house," Mace said, kissing my temple and plucking bits of insulation out of my hair. "I'm not sure your tiny house can take much more."
52
Mace
"I'm surprised that tiny house hasn't collapsed yet, what with all the abuse it's had to take," Archer said to me the next morning. We were at the Department of Child Welfare for Harrogate. Henry was having a supervised visit with Payslee. I knew Archer was trying to keep me from completely losing my mind.
"I wish the judge had just thrown her in jail," I muttered.
"Considering how much she apparently doesn't like Svenssons," Archer said, "we probably had the best possible outcome."
"I don't want to leave," Henry whined. He had been ill behaved the whole morning.
