“I thought you might like to come to my house for dinner.”
“Your house?”
“Yes, my house. My housekeeper has prepared a meal for us and we can have some privacy for a few hours and then still be back here for work tomorrow.”
“Wow.” Chelsea was speechless. She knew people lived like this; very few people. Who would have dreamt in a million years that she, a little ginger-haired Chelsea, would be going on a date in a helicopter to visit a millionaire’s mansion for dinner. The beauty of it was, that the most exciting part of the evening wasn’t that. It was the few hours of privacy before they came back that mattered. That and the promise of what that meant.
Chapter Five
“Sophie!” Tom called. “Table four has been waiting more than five minutes for a check.” He was doing his best to hide the nagging pain, but it wasn’t easy. He just wanted this day over.
“I’m on it,” Sophie said, her lips pressed together with frustration. “You just told me to clear the tables of napkin holders and salt shakers.”
“Yes, well, if you moved faster, you would have been able to do both.” For Christ’s sake, he wanted this place empty. People had looked at him funny all afternoon. A couple had complimented him on his new look, but what did he care what anyone else thought. There was only one woman who he wanted to impress and she would rather be in the arms of another man. Under his roof! He had every right to enter his own property; she’d had no call to assault him like she had. Still, if he went to the cops, the little bitch would only twist his words. No matter. He had plans to fix her little red wagon. Firing her while her knight in shining armor was around would be useless. When Josh Wheeler went back to the city and forgot all about her, then he’d get rid of her; she’d be really sorry then. With no job and no place to live, she’d come crawling back on her hands and knees and by God he’d keep her there, sucking his cock whenever it took his fancy.
* * *
“Oh, it’s so pretty!” Chelsea exclaimed when the lights of Dallas came into view.
“It is pretty,” Josh grinned, giving her hand a squeeze.
They were getting closer to the ground and closer to a sprawling mansion that even from the air looked huge. “Is that your house?” Her mouth fell open.
“It sure is.”
“I thought you lived in the city. I imagined an apartment.”
“I do keep an apartment in the city, but it only takes me about half an hour to drive there from here anyway. I don’t stay there very often.”
“And this helicopter that you’ve hired is going to land on the roof of your house?” Chelsea tried to tamp down her shock and awe. She didn’t want to make Josh feel that she was after all this. Not that this was bad; it was clearly awesome.
“Not exactly. It is going to land on the roof of my house, but the chopper is mine.” He winced. “Look, I can see that you’re a little overwhelmed, but I wanted to take you to dinner and I wanted you to see my home. We had lunch at your house and we’ll have dinner at mine.”
Chelsea didn’t say anything at first; she was way too distracted by the scenery and the bone-melting smile on the man who held her in his arms, who kissed her forehead tenderly. “So what are we having? I’m guessing you can afford to spring for a pizza.”
Josh burst out laughing. “I can do better than a pizza. Besides, I already told you Anita has cooked some sauce for us. I just need to finish it off.”
“Of course, the housekeeper.” This was all mind-boggling. It did make her happy that he was at least finishing off the meal though, that he would take the time to get his hands dirty; not having someone else do everything meant a lot.
* * *
By the time Josh hustled Chelsea across the roof and into the elevator, she was in shock. Who had an elevator in their house? She could imagine if you lived in an apartment and you had to go up and down a lot of stairs, you might need one. Even though it was dark, she could see the well-lit garden clearly. It was beautiful, all of it. The elevator itself was a sparkling form of art, but when it stopped and the doors opened, she was even more astounded. “Oh my,” she said when they stepped out into a huge room.
“Welcome to my home.”
“Wow.” Chelsea slipped off her shoes immediately and tiptoed around like she might damage something if her footsteps were too heavy. “Wow.”
“Do you like it, what you’ve seen so far, I mean?” Josh asked.
“Of course I like it. It’s beautiful,” Chelsea said.
“But? I can hear a ‘but’ in your voice.”
“No, really, it’s spectacular.”
“Please, Chelsea, will you tell me the truth.”
“I love it. It’s just so big and fancy that it’s overwhelming. I feel like I could get lost here. I’m not joking. I mean, find a police officer, I don’t know where I am, lost.”
Josh chuckled. “I know what you mean. I bought it when I realized that I had enough money to buy whatever I wanted. Don’t get me wrong, I do love it. I think it needs something and I haven’t been able to figure out what.”
“Hmm. Not sure,” Chelsea giggled. She had no idea what this place needed; she’d really only seen the living room and the roof, oh, and of course the beautiful garden. It probably had everything, but it was kind of cold and impersonal.
“Well, you’re a help,” he said with a chuckle. “Come on, I promised to feed you. Better get on with dinner.”
“Yeah. The pilot, where’s he? Isn’t he going to need dinner?”
“He lives on the property in one of the smaller houses out back.”
“One of the smaller houses?”
“Yeah. There’s three. He has one, my housekeeper has another, and third is empty.”
“Ok, so your housekeeper isn’t in the house now?”
“No, of course not, silly, it’s nearly eight o’clock. She doesn’t work after five.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“It’s necessary for both of us.”
“Ok, then. Let’s get dinner started. What can I do to help?”
“You can plonk your bottom onto that stool right there and watch me. I’m looking after you tonight, remember?”
“How about I set the table?” Of course they might need to have a loudspeaker each so they could hear each other.
“I thought we’d eat in what I call the family room. It’s smaller and more comfortable. We can eat off our laps.”
“Fine by me.” Again Chelsea felt like this man was reading her mind.
He got two glasses from one of the cabinets and a bottle of white wine from the fridge. “Wine or something soft?”
“Do you have Diet Coke?”
“I do.”
“Maybe just a little wine,” she said with a smile. “So, you never really told me how you came to end up in our small town. I mean, you have all this, what could we possible have to offer you?”
“Information,” he said simply, stirring the sauce while it heated.
“What kind of information?”
“Various. I guess you could say that it was an undercover mission of sorts.”
“Like a spy?” she giggled.
“Kind of. I’m just getting to know people and what they like. It helps to know your market.”
She nodded. “I guess it does.”
Chelsea watched Josh as he prepared the meal. Although the housekeeper had cooked part of the dinner earlier, Josh was at home in the kitchen, that much was clear. He also seemed very neat. He rinsed things and put them in the dishwasher as he went. In no time at all he was filling two large plates with a delicious-smelling pasta dish.
“Do you mind getting the wine?” he asked as he picked up the laden plates and started walking.
She followed him through the kitchen and down a hallway until they reached a room that was anything but small. She could see why this room was probably his favorite. It was homier than what she’d seen so far. The sofa was large and comfortable-looking. There were phot
ographs scattered around on the mantelpiece and on the walls. There was a large-screen TV on the wall.
“What would you like to watch?” Josh asked, breaking into her thoughts.
“You choose,” she said. “I don’t mind.”
“Tell me when to stop,” Josh said, flicking through the channels.
“Really, I don’t mind.” When he landed on a channel that was showing one of her all-time favorite movies, she wanted to say something but didn’t want to seem rude. He stopped immediately. Obviously he’d been watching her reactions.
“Hey, how did you know?”
“I’m magic,” he said, happily tucking into his pasta. “Eat, before it gets cold.”
* * *
Josh felt that the evening was going well. He hadn’t taken the decision to bring Chelsea home lightly. She had seemed a bit overwhelmed at first, but he was glad he did it. It was so nice having her all to himself.
“Penny for them,” Chelsea said, her blue eyes looking into his.
“I was wondering if you were having a nice time and hoping I’d made the right decision bringing you here.”
“I am and you did.”
“Good.” He lowered his head and kissed her softly, savoring the feel of her soft plump lips on his. He loved Chelsea’s mouth; the feel, the shape of it. He loved the slight twist at the corners. She always looked like she was about to smile. He kissed her again, this time savoring the taste as her tongue met his own.
“Although, I think I believe you said something about dancing and a rose?” she grinned.
“I haven’t forgotten. Wait here.” He hurried out to the formal living room and collected a giant bunch of white roses. “I hope you like white ones.”
“I love any kind of rose.” She beamed. “I was only joking, you know.”
“I know, but I wasn’t.” He switched off the TV and flicked a switch. The room filled with the sound of sweet country music. They swayed to the music, their bodies moving with the rhythm until the song ended with a kiss.
Half an hour later, the music had stopped and neither had even noticed. They had abandoned the dancing when their kissing had overtaken the movement. Josh wasn’t going to push Chelsea into anything she wasn’t ready for, but God, it would be hard to stop if she called a halt. He was lying on the sofa with the girl of his dreams in his arms. Her light skirt had hiked up around her waist and his hands were resting on her panties, tiny patches of warm skin teasing him through soft lace as she ground herself against him. His cute redhead was obviously feeling his frustration; she threw her head back to give him access to her neck, the hem of his T-shirt grasped tightly in her fingers as she tried to get underneath it. It was all the invitation he needed.
“Bedroom?” she panted against his neck when he tried to lift her from his body.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, standing and scooping her into his arms. “I want more room.” This was the first time he’d ever had a woman in his bed in this house. He’d mentally reserved it for the right time, the right woman. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him that this was the woman and the moment.
* * *
The walk to the bedroom with Chelsea’s legs wrapped around him was the longest of his life. She trailed tiny kisses along his jawline, making his already erect cock painfully hard as her wet panties pressed against his lower belly. Josh needed to lose his pants sooner than later, but first, he had to feel that ass. He pressed her up against a wall long enough to wriggle his hands into the back of her panties. He kneaded those delicious cheeks while he kissed her long and hard.
“Oh, yes, that feels so good,” Chelsea said through ragged breaths. “Spank me.”
“Oh, darlin’, I certainly will.” He chuckled at her look of fright. She’d surprised him with her request, but by the look on her face, she’d downright terrified herself. Oh, well, she’d asked; he wouldn’t be a very good host if he refused the request of a guest. With regret, he withdrew his hands from her bottom, unzipped his pants and shucked them off, allowing his swollen member the freedom it needed. He hoisted Chelsea over his shoulder and gave her a satisfying slap on the backside. Thank God his bedroom was on the same floor.
* * *
Josh sat on the bed and pulled Chelsea between his legs so he could watch her closely. He wanted to see every part of that beautiful alabaster body as it came into view, as he removed every item of her clothing himself. The skirt slipped easily from her hips and puddled at her feet, leaving her lower half covered in only a scrap of lace. The fabric was almost sheer, showing a neat line of tiny red curls. A finger slipped between her legs, finding her drenched, as he knew she would be. “Nice,” he said with a grin. The buttons of her blouse were tiny within his large fingers and it felt like there were millions of them, tangling on purpose to stop him from getting to his prize. Finally they were all undone and he slipped it from her shoulders, leaving her in her matched set of underwear. “You’re beautiful.” He undid the front opening catch and her breasts spilled free. They were lovely. A perfect handful. He grasped each rosy nipple between his fingertips and rolled them around, smiling as she whimpered.
“Oh, please, Josh.” She sagged against him.
“Do you still want me to spank you?” He held his breath, hoping like hell that she would say yes. She didn’t. Her eyes were saying yes. Her body was leaning in to his, but her lips were saying nothing. “Chelsea, you have to tell me what you want. Do you want me to spank you? It’s your choice this time. This spanking is for enjoyment, not punishment.”
“Whose enjoyment? Yours or mine?”
“Both of us,” he said candidly. Clearly he would enjoy such a wonderful gift.
“Will you stop if I ask you to?”
“Of course. As I said, it’s not punishment.”
She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotion.
Josh laid her over both knees and secured her firmly with his left arm. He smoothed his right hand over her soft flesh, marveling at the pale skin beneath the white lace. He gave the center of her bottom a few light pats, making the flesh wobble slightly under his hand. He smirked when Chelsea wriggled with impatience. “Hey, who’s in charge here?”
“Um, you are?”
“Good girl.” He started spanking with light strokes designed to warm her, not cause her any discomfort. His hand bounced from one cheek to the other, watching as the color deepened to a pale pink beneath its light covering.
Chelsea sighed happily, relaxing into the warmth.
Josh paused.
“Why’re you stopping?”
“Hush.” He lowered her underwear to her knees, taking his time to expose the pretty pink canvas. “I’m examining my handiwork.” Josh rubbed his hand in circles over the skin, enjoying the velvety warmth before slipping a finger into the crevice. He lingered for a second over her back hole until her head shot up.
“Not there,” she said, trying to wriggle his finger away.
“Shh.” He moved his finger. “Lift up.” When she complied, he slipped a hand beneath her, zeroing in on her damp folds, parting her lips and walking his fingers toward her nub.
“Yes, there,” Chelsea panted.
When her legs instinctively fell apart and she ground against his leg, he started spanking again, this time harder than before, the speed and intensity increasing until the color deepened and she yelped.
“Josh! Too hard!”
“Sorry,” he said, helping her to her feet. “Lie on the bed and I’ll make it all better.”
She scrambled onto her tummy.
Josh watched Chelsea in rapture as she melted into the bed before raising onto her knees. He kissed her stinging flesh; even when he licked her in the most intimate places, she only sighed and squirmed, pushing closer to him, rolling her hips, urging him on.
“Josh!” she cried, her hands clutching the bedding tightly.
Her body trembled, every inch of her fair skin flushed pink. He slowed his fingers, but he didn’t stop until she floppe
d on the bed, beads of perspiration trickling down the ridge of her back. “Better?” He turned her over and was relieved when she reached to touch him, a hint of need still shining in her eyes.
“Uh huh, but you need to get naked, fast.”
Her eyes were looking longingly at the bulge in his boxers and it almost finished him. Josh whipped them off, his T-shirt followed. His eyes never left hers as he pulled to the edge of the bed. “Sorry, honey, I hope you don’t want gentle.”
“Not this time.”
“Thank God.”
* * *
Chelsea wasn’t a virgin, but she’d never had anyone take their time to love her the way Josh had done. She thought guys were more interested in their own pleasure than the girls’. The funny thing was that she thought she’d had orgasms before. Apparently not, because she’d never been shaken to the core like that, and more than once. Now Josh was breathing contentedly in slumber right beside her while she lay in the crook of his arm, wide awake. Was this a dream? This was a beautiful man and not just on the outside. Although he was beautiful on the outside. The lights were low but not off, so she could really look at him. His face was so peaceful in sleep. Chelsea’s eyes drifted with pleasure over his naked body, but it wasn’t enough. She had to touch him. His skin was warm and firm to the touch. At first her exploration was mostly with her eyes as she didn’t want to risk waking him. That didn’t last. She had to follow his happy trail with the tips of her fingers until she reached his member. Although it was flaccid in sleep, it was still far from small. She wriggled out of his embrace and moved a little further down the bed. Did she dare touch it? Her fingers walked through his tangled curls until she was at the base. She was about to risk touching the softer hair on his balls or running her fingers up and down the length of him when it moved. Just a twitch at first, then it started to swell and rise.
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