Page 63 of Seduced By a Billionaire

“I know,” he said impishly.

“How does ice cream sound?” Kyle asked.

“Yes!” Finn said.

“Let’s go. Ella will you drive us? It’s a jeep kind of excursion.”

“Sure.”

They held hands while Finn raced ahead to the six-car garage where her vehicle was parked right next to the Porsche 918 Spyder. He hadn’t replaced his Ferrari yet but most of the garage stalls were full. Parked next to his Porsche was a gorgeous Harley-Davidson bike which made Ella practically drool with envy.

“I can’t wait until you can take me for a ride on your bike.”

“Me either,” he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Finn crawled in the back of the jeep, sitting in the booster seat that had become a permanent fixture, and Kyle sat in the front passenger seat.

“Buckle up,” Ella said joyfully.

Finn called out, “I love this jeep!” He stuck his hand out the side before pulling it back in at Ella’s sharp glance.

Ella hung back while the gates swung inward and then she took off. She put in a classic CD of Derek and The Dominos, and Bell Bottom Blues blared out from the speakers. She glanced over at Kyle and warmth spread through her body at seeing his look of contentment. It really was easy between them. The sexual tension was always there but that was exhilarating and made everything seem brighter and more alive.

When she glanced over again, she caught him studying her. His eyes were the color of lapis lazuli today and when he raised an eyebrow along with a suggestive grin, her lady parts throbbed. She honestly couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy. The wind in her hair, her man by her side, the love of her life strapped in the back seat…

Kyle started singing along “If I could choose a place to die it would be in your arms….do you want to hear me beg to take you back… give me one more day…”

“Here we are!” Finn yelled as Ella pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream parlor.

Kyle reached for Finn’s hand and grabbed Ella’s with the other as the three of them strolled in together. After ordering Finn some god-awful concoction that looked like a candy machine had exploded, Kyle chose two scoops of chocolate, and she a scoop of butter pecan. They sat outside at a picnic table under a shade tree. Licking her cone delicately while Kyle and Finn slurped like cattle, she flashed Kyle her signature wide toothy smile.

“What’s so amusing?” Kyle asked.

“Oh nothing,” she said her eyes twinkling with humor.

“Finn what do you think?”

“I think she’s hiding something.”

“I was just admiring your synchronized attacks of your ice cream cones.”

“Oh really? And you found that amusing, did you?”

Ella snickered and said, “Yeah like watching two cows at a salt lick.”

“Finn are we going to let her get away with insulting us like that?”

“No way!”

“Hey, what do you have against cows? It was a compliment,” Ella said.

“Yeah Dad, what’s wrong with looking like a cow anyway? I love cows,” Finn said taking the last bite of his cone. Kyle tossed him a napkin.

“I guess we have to wait while miss dainty-pants slooowly finishes her one dip,” Kyle said teasingly.

“Like a cat,” Finn said.

She winked at Finn as she bit into the crunchy cone, tucking her hair behind one ear. He beamed back at her. She peeked at Kyle, who returned her glance with an intense gaze of his own. She could almost read his mind. His eyes told her that he wanted to feel her tongue lapping at him like that damn ice cream cone. Warmth shot through her at the thought. Finn’s bedtime couldn’t get here fast enough.

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