Page 11 of Rich Man

“And I know this place is small. You probably don’t have your own space.” He pauses to glance at my makeshift bed on the couch. “I want you to move in with me. There’s more than enough room. You could have your own bedroom, your own wing of the house if you wanted. But I won’t lie to you. I want you as close to me as possible. I don’t want you to be out of my sight.”

“Eric,” I say, finally gaining my voice again. “Eric, there’s nothing I want more than that. I… I have to tell my family, though.”

“It’s still pretty early,” he says, resting his hands on my hips and squeezing lightly. “You should let them sleep a little longer.”

My cheeks get even hotter when I realize I’m acting like a child on Christmas morning. Can you blame me, though? I’m a homeowner! I won’t have to worry about rent ever again! And, Eric said he’s going to take care of the repairs. And it’s all because…

He loves me.

“You love me,” I say, the words feeling foreign in my mouth.

“I do,” he chuckles, finding humor in the fact that I just realized the meaning of his words.

“I love you, too,” I say, feeling giddy as the words leave my mouth. “Eric, I love you.”

With a smile on his face, he pulls me in for another kiss. He says, “Good. We love each other.” He kisses me again, long and lingering. “Now, what are we going to do about that?”

“Uh…” I say, a little lightheaded as the revelation continues to swirl around in my mind.

“Don’t worry, little girl,” he says, his voice husky, seductive with a mix of amusement. “I’ll do all the thinking for both of us from now on.”

That kind of statement would have upset me if it came from anyone else, but I trust Eric. There’s something comforting about knowing that he’s going to take care of me. There’s also something very, very arousing about that fact.

“Come on,” he says, shifting his grasp from my hips to one of my hands. He starts to lead me off the front porch, and I go willingly. I’d follow him anywhere. “Let’s get back to my place so I can show you just how much I love you. Then, when it’s not so early, we’ll come back and you can tell your family the good news.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say as we walk.

And I really, really do. I’ve never liked the sound of anything more.

Chapter Eight

Eric

Keeping my hands off of Amanda on the way to my house is torture. More than once, I curse myself for not waking my driver to have him escort me. Although, since this was a last-minute arrangement, arranging his services would have meant a later arrival time, and the sight of Amanda with messy hair first thing in the morning is something I wouldn’t have missed for the world.

Still, I only need one hand to drive. So, as I pilot us through the streets of Blackwood Falls, I keep one hand on her thigh. Occasionally, I give her a little squeeze to remind her of what awaits us as soon as I get her alone – as soon as I get herhome.

When I get the car into the driveway, I barely get it into park before I’m jumping out. Amanda isn’t far behind me. As I’m rounding the front of the car to wrench open her door, she’s already closing it, an excited smile on her face.

Needing to get her inside faster, I scoop her up and carry her to the front door. My newly healed shoulder aches slightly, but I ignore it. Whatever damage I sustain by carrying her inside this one time, I’ll be able to correct during those physical therapy sessions I’ve been prescribed, and it will have been more than worth it.

She giggles the whole time, gasping with delight when I open the door with one hand. When I get inside, I stop moving for a moment to kiss her passionately. Her arms tighten around my neck as she tries to get even closer, and I can feel her smiling against my lips as I deepen the kiss, just for a few seconds.

“I love you,” I tell her, pulling away as I start toward the stairs. “And I can’t wait to get inside your tight, wet pussy, little girl.”

“Please, daddy,” she whines, prompting me to go up the stairs even faster.

Inside my bedroom with the door kicked shut behind us, I drop her onto the bed. Clearly just as eager as I am, she begins taking off her clothes – the pajamas she fell asleep in. I swoop in to help her before turning my attention to my own jeans and button-up shirt.

Once we’re both naked, I position myself above her to kiss her deeply. My cock, which has been hard since we got into my car, presses against her thigh. I wonder if she knows what she’s doing to me, if she knows that pressing that thigh against my length is driving me insane.

“You’re mine,” I tell her when I pull away from the kiss to look at that gorgeous face – the face I’ll be waking up to for the rest of my life. The face of the woman I’m going to marry and pump full of my children. “All fuckin’ mine.”

“I’m yours,” she confirms, voice breathy and needy. “I love you.”

God, I need to worship this girl.

So, I do just that. When I lean back in, I kiss her cheek instead of her lips, earning myself a curious noise from Amanda. It’s delicious, and I keep going, hoping to hear more of that.

---