by Peyton Banks
The valet nodded to her before jogging off. Spinning around on her heel, she paused, finding Kincade standing within the frame of the large front doors.
His home was something she would expect to see on one of those wealthy and famous celebrity home shows. The double doors had to be close to fifteen feet high. The massive wood was dense and beautiful.
Her gaze dropped to the two glasses of champagne in Kincade’s hands.
“What are those for?” she asked. Her heart skipped a beat at the intensity radiating from Kincade’s eyes as he perused her body. From the second she’d put the dress on, she’d felt like a sexy siren. It had undoubtedly commanded plenty of compliments and looks.
“I promised you a tour.” He handed her a flute.
She accepted it from him and took a sip. The bubbles tickled her nose, but the liquid was divine. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Kincade would only have ordered the top-of-the-line. She thought the bills she’d seen coming across her desk for everything were preposterous.
But now, after seeing everything in person, she was blown away.
Kincade had not skimmed on anything for Duncan.
“From what I’ve seen, I’m extremely impressed.”
He took her hand and entwined their fingers and led her inside.
The cleaning crew was bustling throughout the house. It was late, and Soraya was sure they were anxious to get home.
“Well, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Kincade’s lips curled up in the corner.
Her heart raced as he pulled her closer to him.
“It’s so large. Do you live here alone?” Soraya asked.
They walked down the main hallway and headed toward the back of the home. Her heels clicked on the marble floor.
“I do. Sometimes I regret purchasing something this massive, but then when we need to have events like tonight, it is much more intimate when done here instead of a hotel.” He shrugged.
Kincade led her through the kitchen that had a few people cleaning and putting items away. She was instantly jealous of the room. She loved to cook, and this area was a chef’s dream. Her gaze landed on the industrial stove and ovens.
What she could cook here.
She could see herself preparing a wonderful dinner for her and Kincade.
Soraya blinked.
It would appear she was already inserting herself in his home. She didn’t know what this was between her and Kincade, or if there would be a future for them.
Could it be lust?
Would they have sex once, scratch the itch, and just go back to being employee and employer?
Raising her head, she found Kincade watching her.
“What’s on your mind, Soraya?” he asked.
They exited through a door that led to a veranda overlooking a beautiful garden. There were tables for seating that would be a fantastic place to have breakfast in the mornings.
“Nothing,” she replied. She didn’t want to admit she was imagining a future here with Kincade. That would definitely be jumping the gun.
He eyed her and finally turned back to their stroll. He guided her down the stairs and onto a stone pathway, which was lit by small lights scattered along it. She sipped more of the champagne and took in the entire yard. The mansion sat on acres, and even in the dark, she could tell everything outside was immaculately kept.
The cool night air surrounded them, and she leaned against his arm as they moseyed along. It was peaceful and calm now that the party was over and the hundreds of people who had attended were now gone.
Soon they came to a patio with a staircase that led to the second floor of the mansion.
“I never got a chance to thank you for my dress,” she murmured.
They paused on the patio. She faced him and squeezed his hand. From the moment she had walked through the door, she’d been networking. It was the first major event since she had taken over the position. Now she finally had Kincade all to herself. Butterflies appeared in her stomach.
It hit her.
It was just the two of them.
Alone.
“There is no need to thank me.” His gaze drifted down Soraya’s body before coming back to meet her eyes. “Just the sight of you in it was all the thanks I needed.”
“Well, I just wanted to let you know that you, Mr. Hamilton, have exquisite taste.” She playfully released his hand and poked him in his chest. He was drop-dead gorgeous in his black tuxedo. It didn’t matter what this man wore, she practically drooled at the first sight of him.
“I had someone beautiful in mind for it, so that made picking out the dress even easier.” He rested a hand on her hip and drew her closer.
“Is that so?” she breathed. She tilted her head back as he leaned down and met her lips in a kiss. She didn’t hesitate at all this time. Her lips immediately parted and granted his tongue entrance.
Her body grew warm.
Kincade commanded the kiss.
Soraya ignored the sound of their glasses crashing to the ground. She slipped her hands up his chest and entwined them at the base of his neck. Her breasts were crushed between them. His hands glided down to her ass, cupping her and holding her in place.
A whimper escaped her at the feeling of his hardness pressing against her stomach.
Kincade tore his mouth from hers and rested his forehead on hers. Their rapid breathing were the only sounds.
“Do you want the rest of the tour now?” he asked.
“What was next?” She reached for Kincade’s bow tie and undid it.
“My bedroom.”
“Let’s go.”
Kincade bent down and scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the stairs.
A giggle escaped her. She couldn’t think of the last time anyone had literally swept her off her feet. They arrived at the upper level. It was a large balcony off a room that had an entire wall of windows. Kincade set her down on her feet and cupped her face in his hands.
“Are you sure, Soraya?” he asked.
She had never been surer about anything in her life. She wanted this man in front of her, and if he didn’t take her now, she was going to explode.
Soraya closed the small gap between them and tilted her head back to meet his intense stare.
“I need you, Kincade,” she whispered. She reached out and slid her hand along his chest and continued farther until it rested on his impressive bulge. Her core clenched at the size of him. “Please?”
With a growl, he swooped down and pressed a hard kiss to her lips. He took her hand and guided her across the balcony to a door. He opened it and stepped in first before pulling her inside.
Soraya took in the private living quarters. It was quite intimate with a couch, a fireplace, a television, with French doors that led to another room which Soraya assumed was Kincade’s bedroom. Everything about this area screamed Kincade. It was tastefully decorated in dark and modern decor. The only thing it was missing was a woman’s touch.
Kincade turned and walked backward while watching her. She bit her lip and followed him. They approached the double doors, and knew she was past the point of no return.
Not that she was going back.
All thoughts that he was her boss and this may have people frowning upon her escaped her.
Soraya didn’t care.
She wanted Kincade Hamilton, and tonight, she would get what she wanted.
Kincade guided Soraya into his master bedroom. He had fantasized about her being here so often in the past few months that it was almost surreal that she was there.
“Wow,” Soraya exhaled. Her gaze wandered around the room.
He knew he hadn’t spared any expense when he had decorated his suite. It was his private domain, and he wanted it a certain way. When he was home, he wanted to relax and have a space just for him.
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” he murmured. He couldn’t take his eyes off the soft span of Soraya’s shoulders. He stepped closer to her and leaned down and snuggled his face i
nto the crook of her neck. He trailed his tongue over her soft skin. He had been imagining tasting her, and now he was finally able to.
He held her close to him and needed to get her out of the clothes. He moved his hand around to her back and reached up, connecting with the zipper. He nuzzled her neck then nipped her skin. His dick twitched at her gasp.
Her small hands worked his shirt out of his pants, and before he knew it, his jacket was on the floor, followed by his tie, and she had his shirt unbuttoned. Kincade pulled back just as her dress hit the floor.
“Shit,” he cursed.
She was left standing in front of him in a black lace strapless bra that elevated her breasts, and the sheer material showcased her dark areolae. Her panties left nothing to the imagination.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Not a damn thing,” he growled.
He bent down and lifted her. Soraya’s legs wrapped around his waist. He cupped her ass while he carried her toward his oversized bed.
“Kincade,” she chanted his name repeatedly. She rained kisses along his jawline.
He arrived at the bed and placed her gently down on it. He stepped back and removed his shirt.
Kincade couldn’t tear his eyes from her. She sat on the edge and moved to take her shoes off.
“Leave them.” His voice came out deep and raspy.
She paused and glanced up at him. She smiled and nodded.
“Okay.” She rested her hands back on the mattress. The position pushed her breasts higher.
He quickly removed his pants and dropped them on top of his shirt.
Her eyes fell to his erection that was straining against his boxer briefs. He stepped toward her, and she shook her head.
“What?” he asked.
“Those need to come off,” she teased, pointing at his underwear.
The twinkle in her eyes had him grinning like an idiot.
“Whatever the lady wants,” he murmured. He hooked his thumb underneath them and pushed them down. “Bossy, are we?”
Her quick intake of breath was audible when his dick sprang free.
“The lady definitely wants that,” she muttered with her gaze glued to his cock.
Kincade barked a laugh.
“Oh, don’t worry. You can have all of it.”
5
Soraya groaned from the feeling of Kincade’s warm body covering hers. His kiss had her writhing beneath him. She was strung tight, and she was not above begging for him to put her out of her misery.
The sight of his thick cock springing free from his briefs had her wanting to fall to her knees to thank the Lord above.
Kincade trailed kisses along her neck and down to her chest. He unhooked her bra and freed her aching breasts. He continued lower, stopping at her mounds. He captured the first one with his mouth. Soraya moaned, enjoying the sensation of his tongue flicking her taut nipple. His hand covered her other breast, massaging it.
She ran her hand over his head, her hands gliding over his closely shaven hair. She held his head in place while he suckled her breast. He released her, dragging his tongue across her skin. A shiver slipped down her spine as he captured the mound.
“Kincade,” she whimpered when he released that one. Heat gathered in her stomach. She was going to combust soon.
“What do you want?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her abdomen. He left a trail of hot kisses making his way to her center. He pushed her legs farther apart, exposing her to him.
She felt vulnerable and was so glad she had taken the advice of her best friend.
Soraya glanced down and met his dark eyes.
“You,” she whimpered.
He broke their stare and focused his attention on her core.
“So damn beautiful,” Kincade whispered. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her slick folds.
Soraya’s eyes fluttered closed from the sensation of him parting her labia. A moan was ripped from the depths of her soul with Kincade’s tongue easing through her slit.
Her hips flew off the bed once his lips wrapped around her clit.
A cry spilled from her lips; he teased her. His tongue expertly flickered over her sensitive bud. Her body trembled, her desire for Kincade growing.
His large hands held her legs in place, and he continued to devour her.
Her body writhed on the bed.
Her clit throbbed, the pressure inside her building.
Kincade slipped a finger into her channel, and he continued his assault on her bundle of nerves. Her hips moved on their own.
“Oh God,” she groaned. Her hips moved in rhythm with his hand. She cried out, unable to handle the sensations coursing through her body.
Kincade took her higher.
He toyed with her, teased her clit, made her feel things she had never experienced before. Soraya had never had a lover who was so intent on ensuring she received pleasure, and she didn’t know if she could handle this.
It was all too much.
Kincade was consuming her.
She didn’t want it to end.
“Let go, Soraya,” Kincade growled and fucked her with his finger.
His hands continued to pummel her channel before he turned his fingers around until he connected with the spot that ripped her soul from her. He latched back on to her clit, and she saw the stars. Her orgasm washed over her, leaving her feeling as if she were floating through the air.
Soraya settled back against the mattress, her limbs weakened. The bed shifted. Kincade crawled up over her, poised.
“Open your eyes, Soraya.”
Soraya breathed in deeply and did as he’d commanded.
She found him staring down at her.
He smiled at her. There was a glint of arrogance in his eyes. He was breathtakingly handsome, and Soraya needed him. His thick length brushed her stomach.
“Come here, Kincade,” she whispered, growing bold.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lowered his body gently to her. She widened her legs to accommodate him to settle in the valley of her thighs.
Kincade took her lips in a gentle kiss. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to probe inside. His hand caressed her face, sliding down farther.
Soraya ran her hands over Kincade’s muscular back. Everything about him was perfect. His skin was hot and taut underneath her touch. He reached between them and lined up the tip of his cock to her slick opening. He teased her, coating his manhood with her juices.
He pressed forward, slowly introducing his dick into her warm channel.
“Soraya,” he moaned and surged forward.
She whimpered at the feeling of him filling her. A shudder ripped its way through his body once he was fully seated inside her. He gripped her thigh and held it tight while he remained still. She caught sight of the arteries in his neck bulging. His eyes were shut tight, and he blew out a deep breath.
She could see he was trying to rein in his control.
“Kincade. Open your eyes,” she repeated his words.
His dark eyes flashed open, and she could see he was holding on with a thread of control. She wanted to see him lose it. His other hand gripped the bedding beside her head.
“You don’t have to hold back,” she whispered.
A growl erupted from him. He pulled back and thrust forward. She cried out, wrapping her legs tighter around him.
He controlled the rhythm of their lovemaking. Soraya clung to Kincade as he pounded inside her. She allowed him to take what he wanted.
Anything Kincade desired from her, Soraya was willing to give him.
She cupped his face and brought him down to her. He slammed his mouth on hers in a bruising kiss. Their bodies moved together as one. Soraya cried out, her body writhing beneath Kincade’s.
He released her lips and threw back his head. His eyes opened and locked with hers, while his hips pushed harder and faster.
“Kincade,” she whimpered. Her body shook with the need to reach anoth
er orgasm. It was building in her, and she teetered on edge.
He slipped his hand between them and connected with her clit. He rubbed her swollen flesh.
Her lips parted with no sound escaping her. Her lungs burned from no exchange of air.
“I need you to come again,” he growled.
“Ah…” she groaned. Her hips ground against Kincade, and with the slightest pressure to her clit, her body denoted. A scream was ripped from her once she reached another climax. Her muscles grew taut, and she rode the waves of pleasure surging through her.
Kincade released a shout. His hips paused as he filled her with his release. He collapsed on top of her, his chest rising and falling fast.
Tears escaped her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Kincade’s neck and didn’t want him to move.
“I’m too heavy for you,” he mumbled in the curve of her neck. He rolled to the side, withdrawing from her.
She instantly missed the fullness of him inside her. He pulled her to him and tucked her close to him.
Soraya rested where she was and fell into a blissful sleep.
Kincade lay in bed and watched Soraya sleep. Twice he had made love to this woman, and his dick was already stirring again. Kincade didn’t have it in his heart to wake her. As much as his dick was demanding it, he needed to let her rest. The party had gone past midnight, and they had stayed up well past three in the morning.
He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, and saw it was close to seven in the morning.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he loved the sight of her dark hair spread out on his pillow. Her fancy hairstyle was ruined the second her head had hit his bed. He had taken great pleasure in taking the hairpins out and mussing her long strands.
He reached down and snagged the comforter and pulled it over them.
“What time is it?” Soraya mumbled.
“A little after seven.”
A yawn escaped her. She snuggled closer, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Kincade smiled, enjoying the feeling of her next to him. They fit together perfectly. Her softness complemented his muscular physique.
Kincade couldn’t stop staring at her.
She was beautiful, intelligent, and a little hellion in bed.
