Page 90 of The Heir

"I loved it," I whisper against her lips. "I loved you taking control, fucking my face, rubbing your pussy all over me." I squeeze her chin hard, keeping her still for me. "Making me smell like you. But the best was when I couldn't breathe. Woman, you just do something to me I can't explain." I lean into her, parting her lips with my tongue and touching hers lightly. "I might need to hire a lifeguard to sit in the corner of the room in case I drown next time because I definitely want some moreof that," I growl into her mouth and she squeals, pushing against me and laughing, but I just hold her tighter. not letting her get away.

A full on blush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck and chest.

"Hendrix,"she complains in a small voice, trying to hide against my chest. I pull her back by her hair, forcing her to look up at me.

"What do you say? Shall we go swimming again tonight, beautiful?" I laugh into her mouth, sealing my lips over hers hard and bending her back, I thrust a hand into her robe and grip her breasts hard making her moan.

"Hendrix wecan't!We're supposed to be going to your job!" Isobel admonishes, ripping her lips away with a little smack. "You sex fiend!" she chastises me, turning away to walk towards the closet.

I follow close behind and smack her ass hard, making her stumble a few steps and grab her ass. She throws me a filthy look as she disappears through the doorway but not for long, because I'm still right behind her.

"I'd like you to wear this," I say as I pick through her outfits, seeing her digging through her intimates drawer and smiling as she takes out a hunter-green lacy lingerie set. I hold out a white halter pantsuit that has a big bow on the back of the neck, with ribbons that hang down almost to the hips. The legs are flowy, and should stop a couple of inches above the ground. It's sleeveless, the front crisscrosses her breasts and leaves all of her collarbone and arms bare as well as a small triangular cut out showing me her abdomen.

It's classy, demure and revealing all at once.

"That's kinda…" She looks it up and down. "You want me to wear that to your office? Aren't you afraid people will stare?"

"Nope," I say, hanging it up near her and watch as she works to put some lotion on. "Here, let me." I go to my knees and thoroughly lotionher legs while she works on her arms. I keep my head down because her pussy is just rightthere,and we need to focus. "Besides, Gustavo will be accompanying you as your security when we are out today."

I feel her stiffen, yet she stays quiet.

"What's the matter?" I ask, rubbing her thighs firmly.

"Why does something have to be the matter?" she says hesitantly.

"Because it's you,"I chuckle, letting her know I mean no harm. "And I tend to put my foot in it where you're concerned. So tell me, what's up, babygirl?" I rise up off my knee and stand to my full height.

She huffs a breath and then turns for me so I can do the clasp in the back of her bra. The tips of her ears are red, and I lean in to kiss one."Hendrix."

"Oohhh, I know it's serious when you say my first name." Her body does this little jerk like she's trying not to stomp her foot. I quickly correct myself."Yes, sweetheart?"

God, does she know what the fuck she does to me?

While she's wiggling into her panties I reach over and take her outfit off the hanger and go back down to one knee. As I'm down there I pause. Was this my mistake with her? Is this what she wanted? An elaborate proposal and an engagement? As an interior designer, I should have guessed she'd want to plan her own wedding.

My lips tighten with irritation at myself.

Isobel puts her hands on my shoulders and leans forward, stepping into the garment foot by foot and I give her a kiss on her nipple as I stand again, making my way back up her body and pulling the outfit up. She's scowling when I get to her face, but what else is new.

I give her a quick smacking kiss as I turn her again and work to fix the back.

"I don't want security! What do I need security for?"

I ignore her for a moment. Not just because her having a security guy is nonnegotiable, but the fact that we're getting dressed in our closet, when just a couple weeks ago she belonged to someone else needs a bit more reverence. Also, she looks like a present. Just what I wanted, so when I go to unwrap her later it'd be extra special.

Bending down, I kiss her bare shoulder. "Because I say so."

Just because I treat her like a princess, doesn't mean she's not going to get a reminder that I'm her King, quite literally. And what I say goes.

My eyebrow arches, wondering if she even has a clue that she's a brat. I bite back my smile and make my way to my own side where I dab on my cologne. Probably.

But I also wonder when she's going to figure out that I'm a pleasure dom?

My blood races, wanting to get through the next few hours so I can get her back in my bed.

"Let's go, little demon," I call after her, seeing her standing in front of the massive shoe collection I'd bought her. She's clutching Sweetie to her chest, with her head swiveling this way and that, trying to find the perfect pair as if we've got all day to waste. I click my tongue and walk up to the shelves, grab a sparkly silver pair of high heels, then grab her hand, pulling her behind me."Lets go!If anyone could manage to get the boss fired I think it'd be you!"

As we head out into the hallway we greet Marianne who's dusting a side table, and she gives us a little smile. I nod my head at her, already having told her to refresh our sheets daily, but not to talk about it outwardly in front of Isobel.

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