Hitched (12 page)

Right now I'm with Vi, walking into the main office of Class A Skydiving, a local business that will hopefully be just what I need for my client, Joey. Because renting a tank didn't work out, at least not in Las Vegas. He took the news well and is now excited to jump out of airplanes. Men are easy.

I introduce myself to the receptionist, who buzzes the boss. When Carl Danton comes out, Vi raises an appreciative eyebrow at him, and I smile warmly. "I'm Kacie Michaels from Hitched. We spoke on the phone about doing a group skydiving for a party I'm planning. This is my associate, Vi Reynolds."

He shakes my hand and gives me a once over that I recognize. In the past his appraisal might have pulled some flirting out of me, but it seems my mind and body are Team Sebastian. I sigh mentally and get down to business.

"Let me give you ladies a tour of our place. We offer more than just skydiving. We have hot air balloons, exotic cars and helicopters. And we're more than happy to work with you on group events and rates."

I take in everything as he shows us their selection of cars, from Porsches to Lamborghinis to anything else you can imagine. A few helicopters are parked under the hanger, and everywhere people are bustling about, doing their job.

Mr. Danton is telling us about his safety measures when my phone buzzes. I pull it out and check my text, blushing as I read it.

Please tell me you're missing my cock as much as I'm missing your pussy.

What timing Dr. Donovan has. I glance at Vi, who, I can tell, knows exactly what's going on, then I bow my head and reply quickly.

You're interrupting a business meeting with all this naughtiness. And now my panties are wet, and my nipples are about to pop out of my blouse. I want you inside me. See you soon. And thank you for the gift.

It's hard to focus the rest of the tour, but I take notes, negotiate a price for their party and leave happy in the knowledge that we'll be able to provide our clients with what they want. I also realize that this company has just solved my problem of how to live up to my promises for the Melton party. I'm feeling giddy as everything starts to line up perfectly.

As Vi pulls out of the parking lot, my phone buzzes again.

I'm imagining the way your pussy tastes on my tongue as I eat you until you come on my face. I want you to scream for me, Kacie.

I giggle. Yes, giggle. And reply, as Vi rolls her eyes.

Mmm can't wait. I suppose you'll want me to suck on your cock again as well. I'll try to suck deeper this time, taking you all the way into my throat until you explode in my mouth.

"I take it things are going well with the doctor?" Vi asks, and I can tell this is going to be near identical to my conversation with Tate.

To avoid that, I ask about Chad. "Is he moving in?"

"I gave him a drawer and space for his toothbrush. We'll see how it goes from there."

"Does he mind what you do for a living?" I've always wondered how she balances a personal relationship while also acting as Dom for men who get off on being her submissive.

"No. He knows that for me it's not sexual. That's enough for him, I think." She almost sounds disappointed, which doesn't really make any sense. She loves her work, so I would think she'd be happy to find someone who's comfortable with it.

"Anything else going on?" I ask.

"Nothing really. Just thinking about my future and trying to make some decisions about what I really want out of my life." The melancholy in her voice deepens, and I know something more is going on.

"That's what you call 'nothing’? What gives, Vi? Are you unhappy?"

She shakes her head. "Not the way I was when I was a bank manager. That job nearly killed my soul. I guess I'm just wondering if this is it? If this is everything for me, or if there's something more that I'm not seeing?"

"I suppose we all wonder that," I say. Though it's been a long time since I've done serious soul searching about my path in life. I've known what I want for a long time, and I've gone after it with pit bull focus and determination. Same with Tate. We never questioned it. We just knew.

But meeting Sebastian has opened a door in me I don't want to walk through. I know there are questions behind that door that won't be so clear cut and easy to answer, and I'm not ready for that much introspection.

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

She shrugs. "Probably nothing. You know how I get. It'll pass after a while. I have a great life. I don't want to upset the apple cart just because I'm having a few off days."

"If you need anything… " I let my voice trail off, knowing she knows I'm here for her.

She reaches over and squeezes my hand. "I know. Thank you. You and Tate are my family. I'd be lost without you."

When we get to my house, she doesn't come in. "I have a client in a few hours and a date with Chad later. But have fun tonight."

"Thanks for coming with me," I hold the door to her car as I stand on the sidewalk. "It was fun hanging with you a bit."

She smiles. "We should go skydiving sometime. That owner is hot."

"I'll pass, thanks. Heights and me aren't BFFs. Plus, we're both dating people right now."

She laughs. "That doesn't mean we can't look—and admire!"

I close the door and roll my eyes at her as she speeds away.

When I walk into the house, there's a new bouquet of roses on my desk with a note from Sebastian.

I miss how you feel. See you soon.

The card smells like him. A spicy, woody scent with hints of cardamom and cinnamon. I take the card up to my room, smiling all the way, as I dress for my date with the sexiest man alive.

Chapter 19

He knows me well. The lingerie fits perfectly, and I feel very sexy as I slip into the limousine he hired to pick me up.

The driver offers me champagne, which I accept, and I sip it as he drives me to Sebastian's house. I realize once again I'll need a ride from him to get home tomorrow, but I don't mind a bit.

I've got my overnight bag, and as I step out of the limo, I worry I'll be overdressed for what he has planned. I'm wearing one of my more formal gowns, a long black dress with rhinestones on my breasts and at the hem that twinkle like diamond stars.

My hair is pulled into an up-do, and my makeup is more dramatic than usual.

But when Sebastian comes out of the house, he's dressed in a tux, and I release the breath I've been holding, happy that we coordinated so well tonight.

I still have no idea what he's planning, but I'm on fire with anticipation.

He takes my bag from me, slips the driver some money, and leads me through the front walkway of glowing orbs and into his house.

I gasp.

The entire living room and up the stairway: everything is covered in flickering candles. It's stunning. Add to that, white Christmas lights have been strategically placed to give the entire house a fairytale vibe. On a table in the living room lay a spread of desserts, fruits, champagne and wine, and finger foods that make my mouth water. It's enough food for a party, but we are the only ones in attendance.

The fire is burning bright in the stone fireplace, and the light from the flames dance over the walls. In front of the fire is an extra thick fur rug I didn't see before, piled with large pillows and a few soft blankets. There's another smaller table there with two glasses of champagne and a bowl of fresh strawberries and cream.

Sebastian stands with his hand on my lower back, silent as I take in the room. "You did all this for me?"

He kisses my head. "Anything for you."

He puts my bag on the couch and offers me the champagne, which I take, sipping on it. "So, the plan tonight is to eat until we both have to be rolled out of the house?"

"The plan is to get to know each other. Creatively."

I follow his eyes to something I didn’t notice before. Two stacks of playing cards, but not the normal kind. "What's this?"

"Our game for the night."

We sink into the pillows, and I pluck a strawberry out of the bowl and dip it into whipped cream. "Do you have more of this? It could come in handy."

"Oh it will." He smiles seductively as I lick the cream off the fruit.

As I finish the strawberry, he leans into me, licking a bit of cream off my lower lip as he kisses me. "You taste sweet," he says.

"I
am
sweet," I say, smiling with fake demureness.

"Which is why you're going to be
my
dessert." He smiles wickedly. "Later."

I inhale sharply, his delicious scent playing with my nose as I imagine his tongue doing delicious things to my body.

He picks up two dice and hands them to me. "First, we role to see who goes first in our little game. Ladies first."

I roll an eight. He takes the dice and clicks them around in his hand, then lets them go. Ten.

"You cheated," I say, smiling.

"You caught me," he says, raising his arms in the air. "I'm a professional poker shark. These are weighted."

"So, how does this game work?"

His eyes glint mischievously as he holds the deck out to me. "Draw a card and ask me the question on it. If I answer incorrectly, I have to draw a card from this deck," he points to the other set of cards still lying on the rug, "and do what the card says to do. If
you
answer incorrectly, you have to draw a card and do what it says. And if one of us answers correctly, the other person draws a card and follows the instructions."

"Sounds simple enough. What kind of questions are these?" I ask as I draw the first card.

"Personal ones," he says.

I look down at my hand and smile. There's no way he's going to get this answer correct. "What was the name of my first grade teacher?"

He exaggerates a thinking expression, finger tapping his jaw and then snaps his fingers. "Mrs. Brandy. And you once said your dad likes brandy, and the whole class laughed, and your teacher turned red and gave you time out."

My jaw drops. "How the fuck do you know that?"

"I have my ways. Draw a card, my dear."

I do and read what it says. "Kiss your partner anywhere on their body for three seconds."

He holds his arms out wide. "I'm all yours. Pick a spot, darling."

I roll my eyes at him and then grab his hand, planting my lips on it to the count of three. "Done. Your turn."

He looks at his hand and frowns. "I think you need help understanding the point of this game." He picks a card and reads his question. "What's my favorite color?"

His cobalt blue eyes are laughing at me. Damn this man. I mentally review the clothes I've seen him in, the decor of his house and anything else I can remember from the times I've spent with him while not drunk. "Red," I guess.

He smiles. "That's correct. What gave me away?"

"Your ties," I tell him, holding out the naughty deck, as I'm now calling it. "They all have bold splashes of red in them."

"Good eye, darling. I guess I have to draw."

He reads the card silently before speaking. "Pick an exposed spot of skin on your partner's body and get creative."

He looks me over, his eyes hungry. My arms, parts of my legs, my neck, face… there are many parts for him to “get creative” with, and I wait, breath tight, as he decides what he's going to do and where he's going to do it.

Slowly he lifts my hand from my lap, exposing the inside of my wrist. First, his thumb caresses the soft skin, sending shivers through my body; then he brings it to his lips. I can feel his breath first, hot and enticing, then his lips brush against the thin blue veins under my pale skin. When his teeth graze that same spot, biting gently into flesh, I nearly come undone. He ends with a kiss and places my hand back into my lap. "A little taste of what's to come," he says, his voice deep.

I try to keep my cool, to pretend that his touch, his teeth, his kiss, didn't just light a fire inside me that will be impossible to extinguish, but I'm sure I fail miserably.

I draw the next card. "Where was I born?"

"Mansfield, Ohio," he says without a pause. How the hell does he know these things?

He sees the question in my eyes and laughs. "We shared a lot the night we married," he says. "I happen to remember it all."

And I don't. That puts me at a distinct disadvantage.

I pull a card since he got the answer correct. "Have your partner close their eyes and do something titillating to them."

He closes his eyes while I consider what “titillating” thing I should do. I decide to keep it simple. I lean in and first run a finger gently across his lower lip, then I bring my face closer to his, brushing my lips against his, teasing open his mouth with my tongue. I make the kiss delicate, sensuous, as tortuous as I can without giving him everything, while I run a fingernail lightly down his neck.