Page 25 of Tiago

I slide a hand up to tip Reagan’s head back so I can look her in the eyes.“What’s on your schedule for tomorrow, baby?”I’m putting on a possessive performance for Dwane.I want him to know I’m a good guy, that I will take care of his granddaughter, and that she’s mine.The sooner she stops worrying about what other people think about how she feels about me, the sooner I’ll have her under my roof.

“I have a group scheduled for a sightseeing tour at nine.I have to meet them and see them off with their guide.”

“Then you’re free the rest of the day?”

“I guess.”

“I’ll pick you up here at ten.Claire will love having another woman around as we continue exploring the various rooms in the mansion and make decisions.We’re hiring several people who used to work at the estate to get the place back in shape, but it’s going to take time.”

Without waiting for her to respond, I lean over and kiss her before turning back to Dwane.“So nice to see you again.”

He’s grinning wide.He likes me.That’s half the battle.

Chapter10

Reagan

It’s been a week, and I know what Tiago is doing.He’s not sly about it.He’s trying to wear me down, and it’s working, though I’m not ready to admit it.

The man is persistent.He picks me up every day from my house, drives me to the estate, and drags me into the daily fray with his family.He wants me to feel like I’m part of everything.He’s creating a new normal for me.

Tiago is the perfect combination of about ten attributes.He’s incredibly thoughtful and a total gentleman when picking me up, coming to the door, and exchanging pleasantries with my grandfather.

He opens doors, holds my hand, and checks in with me frequently to make sure I’m not thirsty or hungry.He encourages me to offer my opinion on every detail regarding the house and town.He treats me like I’m already a member of his family.

He also takes every opportunity to drag me into a quiet corner and kiss me until I’m breathless and needy.At least once a day, he comes up with some reason why we need to go to his room—the blue one he moved into—where he ravishes me with his mouth and tongue, making it impossible to deny him anything.

I would have had sex with him at any point in the last week, but the man is unbending on that topic.He won’t even take my shorts off.He likes to strip my shirt and bra off so he can ravage my breasts until I can’t think, and then he teases my pussy along the edges of my panties before palming me and grinding against my clit.

I’ve had more orgasms in the past week than in the previous year.The fact that he brings me home to sleep alone in my twin bed every night makes me constantly restless and horny.

I lie awake at night for a long time, tossing and turning.Every time I close my eyes, I picture him hovering over me with that sexy glint in his eyes.I’m so permanently turned-on that I’m sure I could make myself come without the vibrators I used to need.

I would do exactly that if it weren’t for the fact that the infuriating man reminds me every single night that my orgasms belong to him and that he will punish me if I touch myself.

The most maddening part is that I’ve started thinking about what it would be like for him to spank me.I get lost in my head, picturing myself over his lap, my butt naked, his palm on my pale globes.

There’s something seriously wrong with me.Why do I crave such kinky acts?I’m pretty sure Claire gets spanked regularly.Ryder gives her a look every time she cusses or sasses him.He keeps some sort of tally, and he’s not secretive about it.He enjoys making her blush in front of me by reprimanding her in his stern, commanding way.

It’s so damn hot when they banter that I practically need to fan myself.Plus, Tiago has caught me watching Claire and Ryder’s exchanges more than once.Every time, he smirks knowingly as though he can read my mind.

Claire and I are alone in the library this morning.The men wouldn’t let either of us spend much time in here until a team of people wearing what looked like hazmat suits professionally sucked the layers of dust out of the room.Ryder and Tiago also had the rolling ladders that extend to the top bookshelves serviced to ensure they were safe.

Finally, we’ve been permitted to spend some time in the library.Both of us are excited.All three men are outside meeting with the landscapers, so we have some uninterrupted girl time together, which I’ve been looking forward to because I have a million questions to ask Claire while no one is listening.

As soon as we enter the room, Claire drops onto one end of a leather sofa and sighs.She sends a glare toward one of the ladders.“Even after getting those damn things inspected, Ryder won’t let me climb them.”

I giggle as I sit on the other end of the sofa, kick off my flip-flops, and pull my legs up under me.“Is this bossy, overbearing trait in their genes?”

Claire shrugs.“I assume so.I’ve never met anyone as demanding as them.Dallas is proving to be the same way, and he’s a cousin they haven’t had that much contact with for many years.”

I settle into the corner of the couch and wrap my arms around my knees.“I feel like my life is upside down.Nothing is recognizable since Tiago walked into my shop last week.”

“I went through the same thing with Ryder.He took over and left me spinning until I agreed to marry him.”

“Yes.How do they do that?I feel like he’s gradually wearing me down.”

Claire nods.“That’s his goal.These guys are intense.When they want something, they won’t accept no for an answer.How many times has he asked you to marry him?”

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