Page 36 of Leather & Lace

Just the mere absence of me dropping her off at school and picking her up has me on the verge of obsessiveness. I love this woman with every fiber of my being. I’ve never felt this kind of all-consuming, unconditional madness. This type of love I have for her, I thought only existed in fairytales. To lose it would surely kill me.

“I have a surprise for you,” I say as I look down into her puffy morning-stricken eyes.

“Is that so?” She says while brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.

“Yeah, so get ready. Jeans and a shirt will be fine.” I give her a subtle wink, kiss her nose and then hop out of bed. Opening my drawer, I throw on a black tight shirt and hike on some light blue ripped jeans.

“You are the sexiest man I have ever seen,” she says as I turn back around to face her sitting up in bed. Her eyes aretraveling up and down my body. Her perfect breasts are exposed, sunlight dancing off her perked, light pink nipples.

Giving her a once over, my eyes trailing her body, I say, “And I want to bite those nipples until they bleed.” Growling like a feral animal, showing her my teeth, I quickly run towards my bed as she squeals, jumping off and covering her nipples before I can grab her. She laughs, running around my room as I continue to pretend to stalk her like a predator does its prey.

“Eli!” She yells, giggling nervously. “Stop it!” I finally corner her next to my bedroom door and start to trail little nibbles on her powder soft breasts. A low moan escapes through her parted lips.

“Eli,” she says, breathing heavily. “If we keep this up, I will never be able to get ready.” Pulling my face up to meet hers, she gives me a seductive smile and kisses me, sucking and biting my lower lip.

“God, woman,” I say in a low growl. “You are going to be the death of me.” She gives me a quick wink, then ducks under my arms that were placed on the wall trapping her in.

I watch her perfect, round ass walk into the bathroom and shut the door, hearing her turn on the shower. I head down the long hall and skip down the marble staircase to the kitchen where I see Dane and Jenny relaxing, having coffee. She is straddling him in his chair, wearing a long white tee shirt just covering her underwear.

Jenny lifts her eyes to meet mine. “Well, there you are, Casanova. We were starting to think you two would never leave your room.” Giving me a quick wink and rubbing her hips on Dane, she continues.

“Also, can you two keep it down a bit, it’s starting to sound like you guys are making a porno in there.” Dane almost spits out his coffee and laughs.

“Ha! I knew you could hear it too!” He jests in her face.

Looking at her, I give her a devilish smile. “Jealous, Jenny?” She rolls her eyes. “You know, maybe that will be your new nickname I can call you. Dane’s Jealous Jenny.” I smile as I do a biting motion at her.

“Anyways,” Rolling her eyes, she continues her conversation with Dane.

Grabbing a mug, I pour myself some coffee. Sitting at the table, I check with Dane about how production is going. We sold another fifteen thousand at the Leather and Lace party a few weeks ago. Business has been booming. The college kids have been ransacking us clean.

The annual Charity Masquerade Ball is tomorrow night. We have been going for the past two years because of the amount of excessive donations to the city police department from my company. I will be sending Brook and Jenny out with my black card, so she can both get something nice to wear.

Nodding at him, I continue to drink my coffee as I hear Brook skipping down the stairs towards us, dressed in ripped blue jeans and a tight black crop top. Her hair is in two long braids, falling on each side of her perky breasts. I harden instantly at the sight of her.

Running up to Jenny, she gives her a quick hug then looks at me, “Okay, mystery man, you ready to go?” Smiling, I finish the last of my coffee, blow Jenny a kiss, which in turn, makes her slant her eyes at me and take Brook’s hand, heading out the front door.

Two tinted helmets rest on top of my black Kawasaki Ninja H2. She squeals in excitement. She loves every moment on my bike. I have plans on surprising her with her own hot pink, Ninja H2 for Christmas.

I help her with her helmet and then throw mine on. We have mics set up inside so we can hear one another. Starting my bike up, I feel her climb on behind me, wrapping her armsaround my waist. I rev the engine a few times before asking if she is ready, then peel out of the driveway.

Her chest is pushed up against my back as we exit the large gates and take to the country, winding roads. I take a few corners fast, kicking it into fifth gear. That has her laughing and screaming in excitement.

My little backpack. So sweet and cute. It’s a perfect sunny, hot day. She continues to hold on to me as I feel her head rest on the back of my shoulder blade. “I love you so much,” she says through the speakers of my helmet, sending a small grin across my face.

“Just remember that, baby girl, ‘cause after this, I am not so sure you will. Hold on tight.” I feel her tense around me.

“What?” Hitting a straight road, I kick my bike into sixth gear and pop a wheelie, causing her to scream and hold on to me tighter. I make sure to have a hold of her arms as I let my bike’s wheel rise off the pavement. After I touch my wheel back to the ground, I feel her hit my back. “Asshole!” she yells, causing me to laugh loudly.

“I love you too, baby girl,” I say as I continue to drive to the mystery destination.

About twenty minutes later, I turn my bike into a quiet, private drive and travel down a gravel dirt road. Lush green trees surround us on either side. The area itself is massive. Nothing but mountain forests surround us. After a few minutes, we come into a clearing where a small lake sits in view. A floating dock is attached to the bank.

Pulling off her helmet, she says, “Oh my god, Eli, this is stunning.” The flowers are in bloom all around us; bright reds, yellows and pinks from the wildflowers are scattered across the rolling grass fields. Birds sing their angelic songs in the sky above us. Getting off my bike, I walk around and hold her from behind.

“Well, Baby girl, this is my lake.” She turns around and stares at me.

“What do you mean this is your lake?”

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