Page 52 of Serial Love

Parking in front of the lodge, he pulled her hand from his lap up to his lips and asked, “We straight?”

Nodding, she smiled. “Yeah,” she whispered as he tugged her closer.

His lips latched onto hers, hard, wet, and possessive. A moment later he leaned back, grinning as she mewled at the loss of his heat.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get inside. I want you hardand fast first then take my time and make love to you nice and slow. Okay?”

“Yeah,” she whispered once more.

Hours later, as he tucked her into his side while she drifted off to sleep, she felt his lips against her forehead. “Love you, baby girl.”

A smile curved the corners of her lips as his words settled deep.

18

The next day was her day off and she declared it Jack’s time. Sally and Roscoe were at Mountville all day and Jack intended to give Bethany her own mini vacation.

Sunday morning, he arrived early and whisked her off, declaring it Bethany’s Non-Labor Day. She laughed as he tossed her overnight bag in the back seat and lifted her into his SUV. Buckling her in, he saw her cocked eyebrow.

“Know you can do things yourself, beautiful, but don’t deny me a chance to get near you like this.” He leered at her breasts which were directly in front of his face before capturing her smile with his lips in a kiss that promised everything.

Pulling through his security gate and driving toward his house, she turned and said, “So, how come we get this time?”

He glanced to the side, seeing genuine interest, and not pouting because of his work hours, he responded, “Don’t have to travel all the time, babe. A lot of what we do is in the field and, depending on the contract, can involve going to just about anywhere. For now, I’m keeping my contracts in either North or South America. Eventually, we could move worldwide, but I don’t have the manpower now to do that.”

She listened carefully, amazed at what he had accomplished.

He continued, “And a lot of what we can do is research, taking what others have gathered in the field and well…uh…let’s just say that my men can find things out in unconventional ways.”

“I see,” she replied, although, truthfully, she had no idea what he meant. “Does unconventional equate to…um…illegal?”

He smiled but did not answer and she found that she really did not want to know.Maybe the less I know, the better off I am!

“I don’t want to spend our non-Labor Day holiday talking about work, but let’s just say I’ve got good men working for me. Luke runs most of our software programs and he is my data-mining guru, but as far as the other six? Every one of them loves working in the field, so…I’m learning I can investigate from here perhaps more than I had in the past.”

“Oh?” she smiled to herself. “Is there something here that keeps your interest?”

By then they had pulled around to the back to his garage entrance and parked inside. He twisted his body toward hers and answered, “Oh, beautiful, just thethought of being here with you has not only my interest, but my dick twitching.”

Seeing her blush, he chuckled. “Come on, let me show you around.”

The tour of the living space of the house had Bethany’s mouth watering. In Richmond, her apartment’s kitchen was a decent size, but since making her home at Mountville, she had to get used to a miniscule kitchen.But Jack’s? Oh my God.She had seen it when dropping off the cobbler but had not really taken a look around. Huge space, loads of countertops, cabinets galore, stainless-steel appliances. She whirled around gleefully and declared, “I want to cook you dinner here tonight.”

His brow furrowed as he answered, “I was going to take you out tonight, babe.”

“No, please,” she begged. “Let me cook here. I haven’t had a chance to cook in a kitchen this big in soooo long.”

The smile on her face convinced him that she was telling the truth, so he acquiesced. He tagged her hand and, since she had seen the living room and deck, he led her toward the back of the house. “I’ve got an office here for non-secure work, a guest bathroom, and the laundry room leads to the garage.”

She nodded as she perused his home, alternating between admiration of the beauty and neatness of his house and the feel of his fingers linked with hers. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and she looked up quickly as he suddenly turned and met her gaze.

“Going to leave this decision up to you, beautiful.”He saw her quizzical expression and continued. “I show you the upstairs now, no way can I see you in my bedroom for the first time and not take your sweet body. I’ve got other things for us to do today, including taking you out wheeling over my property. I’ll leave it up to you. Sightsee now and fuck later, or we head up the stairs now.”

He watched her carefully, but she never hesitated. Standing on her tiptoes, with one hand balancing against his heartbeat, she whispered, “Let’s fuck.”

Grinning, he scooped her up into his arms and took the stairs two at a time. Stripping her slowly he peeled away each layer, savoring the gift that lay underneath. Her breasts spilled over the tops of her demi-bra, their luscious mounds with the hidden rosy-tips beckoning. Slipping her bra off, his lips found their way to the hardened buds, and he suckled deeply.

While his mouth worked its magic on her breasts, he hooked his fingers into her panties at her hips and slid them down as well. Now, completely bare for his perusal, his dick was straining at his zipper.

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