Page 15 of Undone

The whole point of working hard, long hours was so he could enjoy life when he wasn’t working. He needed to start doing that again.

His business was doing well. The money he earned from this project put him in a very safe financial position and Dayne had hinted about keeping him on full-time on the ranch as the facilities manager.

If they gave him a hefty salary, along with retirement and health benefits, he might actually consider it. Working a job with normal hours would free him up to enjoy that life he’d been working toward.

If he really wanted to, he could keep his crew on and simply hire a foreman to oversee the construction jobs. But the possibility of no longer being responsible for payroll, taxes, insurance, benefits and everything else that went along with running a business was tempting.

As soon as he opened the door, she stepped over the threshold and waited since the interior was pitch black. Especially without any windows for natural light. He followed her inside and hit the main light switch by the door.

“Oh,” she breathed as the second floor lit up.

If that was her reaction simply to the long hallway, he couldn’t wait to show her one of the rooms.

She started down the hallway. “How many playrooms are up here?”

“Eight.”

She paused in front of room number two. “They all have windows so people can watch?”

“They do. But they also all have blinds for those preferring privacy.”

Since he followed closely on her heels, when she continued, he could feel the energy buzzing from her. But then, knowing exactly what was beyond the locked doors did the same for him.

In fact, every time he’d been up here to check on his guys or to help carry up equipment, he pictured a naked Erin in every one of the themed rooms.

One fantasy included her locking herself in a room while she left the blinds open and played with herself until she came. Of course, he’d be on the other side of the window, watching and incapable of doing anything about it.

His cock was already getting hard at the thought of watching her finger her slick pink pussy to the point of orgasm. Maybe even using some toys on herself, too.

Anal beads, vibrators, a pussy clamp, nipple clamps… The list of toys could be endless and bring her multiple orgasms. To the point she’d be dripping on the floor.

When she was done, she’d unlock the door, crook a finger at him, then point to the puddle, demanding he drop to his hands and knees and clean it up with his tongue.

Fuuuuuck.

He might have to run that scenario by her, despite the fact he was the dominant one out of the two. But for that specific fantasy, he certainly wouldn’t mind switching things up.

“Are there cameras up here?”

That question pulled him out of his head.

His cock was now so damn hard, it was uncomfortable. “There are, but they don’t record.” Normally, anyway. The Lyons planned on hiring staff to watch the cameras around the property, only to make sure everything was consensual. However, no cameras were allowed in the actual playrooms or guest rooms, only in common or public areas. The only time staff were allowed to push the record button would be if they needed proof of an active incident happening.

It would protect both the resort and the guests.

“Will that be disclosed?”

“Yes.” He pointed to a sign she missed. “They will only record any kind of questionable incident. By the way, all staff will be signing NDAs.”

“Smart.”

He had to sign one prior to being hired as the general contractor. All his guys did, too. The Lyons brothers didn’t want to risk a contractor or an employee blackmailing any of their guests. That would quickly destroy their business and reputation. If that happened, they’d fall into bankruptcy with all the money they invested in getting the resort up and running.

Ford could only imagine how much it was. His labor charges alone were astronomical. Mind-blowing, actually, and he had no idea where that money came from. He guessed the majority came from the equity on the three-hundred-acre property, the land itself was worth a small fortune.

After David Lyons passed, his wife Evelyn was approached by several developers offering her the world. However, since the property had been willed to her sons, she wanted them to decide the dairy farm’s fate. She had trusted her sons to make the right choice.

Ford stopped in front of room number six and slipped the master key into the lock.

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