Page 34 of Graveyards & Greed

When he pulled into his garage, I glanced over at his beautiful Corvette. We walked into the loft, and I gazed around, studying his peaceful space.

We changed into comfortable clothes, grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and headed straight to his rooftop. A smaller staircase behind his kitchen led up to the space, and when he opened the door, greenery and café lights greeted me.

“Welcome to my rabbit hole.” The space wasn’t large, but he’d utilized every centimeter. Rectangular planters filled with vegetables and herbs formed a verdant labyrinth leading to an outdoor kitchen area, complete with a wood-fired oven and a stainless-steel outdoor countertop. The biggest surprise was the hot tub, simmering invitingly in a private corner.

I wandered through the space, amazed that this existed above his loft. “I understand why you live here. This is heaven.”

The soft city lights painted flickering shadows across his face. “This is my favorite spot, and wait until you taste what comes off the grill,” he promised as he turned it on.

We teased and bantered as we made dinner together, but this time with soft, sliding touches as we worked. I was a little breathless by the time we sat down to eat.

“What else happened at work apart from Fennick Spade?” he asked as we settled down to enjoy grilled shrimp and vegetables in the cool evening.

I grimaced. “I cremated a body that had been dead for a few days before anyone found her. How was your day?”

His eyes traced over my loose top hanging off one shoulder. “It started out with this mouthy, gorgeous woman in my bed who crawled on top of me and fucked my brains out. I’m still riding that high.”

My pussy quivered as if remembering. “That was an amazing way to start the day. I think I forgot my own name.”

“That’s fine, as long as you remember mine so you can scream it when you come.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss and bite my bare shoulder.

After cleaning up, we returned to the rooftop.

“It’s still a little early. Do you want to watch some TV, play a game, or go to bed?” he asked absently as we sat on the couch with a throw tossed over us.

“Any of those sound good.”

Drakos set his beer bottle on the coffee table and turned to me. “Come here. I want to touch you while we talk.”

Setting my wine glass down, I crawled into his lap and snuggled against his warmth. The night had gotten cooler, and his hard body felt warm and delicious under me.

I looked up at him and cupped his cheek. “I have a confession. My week with you is turning out like nothing I imagined.”

He settled me into his chest and ran his fingers across my collarbone. Tingles rocked through me, and I wanted to purr.

“What were you expecting?” he asked.

My cheek rested on his chest as his warmth and scent surrounded me. “I pictured us at each other’s throats or silently hate-fucking each other the entire week. But I… like this.”

He didn’t seem to care anymore about who my family was, or ask me strange, off-putting questions about being a mortician like some men did. And Drakos made no secret that he wanted me.

“Let’s play chess,” I decided. “I need to figure out how you beat me.”

He squeezed me to him and leaned in to nibble on my neck. “That’s easy, you didn’twantto win. Alright, one game, and then we go to bed. I’ve been craving you all day.”

“I didn’twantto win?” I asked incredulously.

He lifted his eyebrow. “That’s not entirely true. Youwantedto win, but you wanted to fuck me even more.”

I sat up and scoffed. “Well, bless your delusional heart. Alright, let’s play.”

When we came down from the rooftop, he refreshed our drinks while I set up the board on his kitchen table.

He stood behind me and swept my hair off my neck, leaning in to plant a hot kiss there. “Let’s limit each move to one minute, and if this lasts more than an hour, we set it aside and finish tomorrow. There are other things I want to do tonight.”

“Like what?” I stretched my neck out to give him better access.

“You. I want to taste your mouth, smell your skin, and lick your breasts and cunt until you’re panting and writhing beneath my tongue. I also plan to fuck you senseless until you pass out, and then wake you up and do it again. But if you want to play chess first, then we’ll play.”

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