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The mosaic tile on the floor is so eye-catching. “I had a local artist do this, and the mural on the wall in the grand room.” He explains. “In fact, I’ve got a lot of local artists’ work in here. I like to support that sort of thing. I guess I see myself in some of them, you know? Except a lot would say that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and I suppose that’s true.”

“Well, I’m not much better, with the inheritance that my granddad left me, I could probably buy a house or two just like this.”

The mosaic floor underfoot leads to a spiral staircase in the middle of the foyer. “What’s up there?” I ask, pointing.

“Oh, that’s the master suite up there, and my office. And the third floor is another grand room. I never could decide what to do with all that space. I’ve already got five bedrooms on the main floor.”

“What about a games room?”

He lifts a brow. “That would invite my family to stay for longer.”

I chuckle. “I thought you liked your family.”

He pulls me to him. “I spend eighty to ninety hours a week with my family. More than that is insanity.” He kisses me on the mouth, sending shivers down my spine. “But I’d like to spend much more time with you. That...that, I wouldneverget tired of.”

I can’t help the smile. “Same here.” His lips are so soft. I stare at them, wanting more.

“Would you like to see the upstairs? Or would you like an official tour of everything downstairs first?” He asks, his voice husky with need.

Playing coy, wanting to tease him, feeling the need to make him nuts, I say. “Why don’t you give me the official tour?”

His smile says that he’s reading my mind, but playing along. “I’d love to, lass.” He says, taking my hand, guiding me to the kitchen. “I know how much you love countertops. You can see that this one is butcher’s block.” He looks me up and down, with an expression that nearly makes me salivate.

I smirk. “It looks...pleasing.” Then I go for dirty. “Did you take anyone on it before?”

Surprising me, his face turns pink. “No, not this one. Anything that bitch ever touched I had removed, including the bed.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

He wiggles his brows, staring at me warmly. “Perhaps you can help me christen some of it.”

“Perhaps.” I say, my voice silky. The tiled floor is warm on my feet as he takes my hand again and leads me around the island in the kitchen, gesturing to the etched glass cabinetry, the undermounted lighting, and the small chandelier overhead. The place is timeless, classic, yet warm and inviting. He takes me down the hall, where the walls are lined with various paintings by what I’m guessing are local artisans. There are watercolors, and a black and white photograph of a building that I’m guessing was taken from an airplane.

“The first Harris Investments building.” He says by way of explanation. “We all have a copy of that photo. Da insisted we have it for good luck and to remember that that’s where we all came from.”

“It’s beautiful.”

We continue walking down the hall, to the spare rooms, each with their own personality, but all with a bed, matching window coverings, and a unique color all their own. He shows me the two guest bathrooms and then the basement, which is equipped with a full gym, entertainment center, laundry facilities, and all the trappings of a full basement, including a small games room. He eyes the leather couch, and then eyes me suggestively, but I like playing this game, so I’m having none of it. But I do undo the top button of my blouse, and then the next one, and the next, and then I fan myself, playing out like I'm hot...and I am...

After I slide a hand down my breast once I’m done loosening my blouse, I watch his cock twitch from behind his zipper. “Are you ready to see the upstairs now?” He asks, his voice sultry, making me moist between the legs.

“Why don’t you show me what you do in your gym?” I tease.

He lifts a brow. “You want me to work out?”

I bite my lip and nod.

“Aye. Ask and you shall receive, lass.” He says, undoing the buttons on his shirt, removing it, and then undoing his dress pants and removing those, so he’s standing in his briefs, at half mast. His cock pokes out from his pants as he lays down on his back, and begins to bench press, right in front of me. Muscles glistening and rippled, grunting as he exerts himself, I watch him be the sexiest man alive. His biceps bulge as he lifts weights while lying on his back, and then I can’t take it any longer. My fingers finish unbuttoning my blouse, as he watches me, half focused on bench pressing, half focused on my little strip tease. When my blouse hits the floor, I start removing my skirt, unzipping the zipper and releasing it from my body. All the while he plays along, showing off his muscles, making me hot as fuck.

I take my bra off and rub my breasts, as my nipples bead to my touch, and I watch his cock grow inside his briefs. He lifts the weights back onto the stand and lies there, waiting. With just my lacy panties on, I step inside his legs, kneel down, and pull his briefs open, revealing his hardened, sexy as hell, cock, and I stuff it in my mouth. He immediately groans and then hisses, as I pump his shaft with my free hand, while sucking the tip and then slipping him all the way down to my throat.

“God...Moira. What you do to me, lass.” He breathes, as I feel his shaft pulse.

His cock feels so good in my mouth. There is nothing sexier than pleasing him. I’ve never had such a need to please a man until I met this one. His pleasure is my undoing. As his cock gets harder and harder, and his pelvis starts to move in time with me, it’s like a drug. Like adrenaline and hormones running through my body. I want so badly to taste his seed. Never wanted to do that before, either. I used to taste precum and gag, and now...hell…now, I’d love nothing more than to make him come in my mouth. It’s a high.

I pump his shaft, feeling my saliva and his precum wetting it, as his breathing gets choppier and choppier, and his grunts and groans get stronger, and that’s when I reach up to his nipple with my free hand, and gently squeeze it. “Fuuuuck! Moira, you’re going to make me come, lass!” He laugh/hisses.

I pump harder, his cock tasting saltier and saltier. “Ah! Fuuuuck!” He finally says, this time not stopping me, and that’s when I feel it in my mouth. Wet, salty, semisweet come, as it flows into my mouth in bursts. I swallow quickly, like I’ve done it a million times before, yet I haven’t. And as Declan writhes and moans in utter ecstasy, I get a certain satisfaction, unlike any other. I did that. I have some innate power over him that I’ve never had before. It’s heady. It’s very special. I love it. And I love him, too. I guess that’s part of the reason why I enjoy pleasuring him so much.

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