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Kenzi put me in a much better mood and made me realize that I might have been a little hard on him. “Everyone makes mistakes. Just let me know when they take off.”
I ended the call and joined Kenzi in the bathroom. My eyes veered toward the shower and the sound of Kenzi humming. It wasn’t a song that I had ever heard. It made my heart sing. Stepping inside the partially enclosed shower, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. Her body was warm from the spray when she leaned her head against my chest. The scent of strawberries and vanilla filled my senses. It reminded me of a strawberry cheesecake my mom made every Sunday when I was young. God, how I missed her cooking. But mostly I missed having her nearby. After the death of my father, she went back to Italy—the country where she was born. She wanted to be with her sister.
Pushing away my sad thoughts, I concentrated on the here and now and the gorgeous woman who drove me crazy with desire. Even the thought of what I wanted to do to her made my cock grow with excitement. Placing my arms around her waist, I gently thrust my hips against her firm ass cheeks. The way we fit together was perfect.
“Are you trying to seduce me in the shower, Mr. Stevenson?” she asked as she slowly turned around and snaked her hands up my chest and around my neck.
Placing my hands beneath the globes of her ass, I lifted her from the tile floor and pressed her warm body against the cold tile wall. “You, Ms. Horton, don’t know how much I want you right now.”
I loved the way she looked at me and the expression written on her face. Her mischievous grin was all it took. I pressed my lips to hers in a demanding kiss and lifted her until my rock-hard cock was at her entrance. I wasn’t a selfish man when it came to Kenzi, so instead of going full hilt, I slowly pressed my cock against her opening and gently eased inside her. The warmth of her vagina felt so good and, without hesitation, her walls tightened around my girth.
“More, River, more,” she moaned as the water showered down between us.
“What do you want more of, sweetheart? I want you to tell me.”
“Your beautiful cock. I need more.”
“Ask and you shall receive,” I whispered, kissing her beautiful neck while increasing the movement of my hips.
The sounds of pleasure bounced off the shower walls, creating a symphony of pure ecstasy as our bodies slapped together. The closer I came to my release, the more I needed this woman. Not just now, but forever. One day, Kenzi Horton would be my wife.
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Immediately after our memorable shower together, Kenzi crashed on the bed. There were still things I needed to take care of, sealing the deal I made with Jed Turner being one of them. Once this venture was done, I would rid myself of him once and for all. Printing the last of the documents for the trademark and patent on the solar batteries, I shut down my computer and headed to the bedroom to be with Kenzi.
Before even reaching the bedroom door, my phone vibrated with a text. The cell screen read midnight when I pulled it from my pocket. Mark’s words confirmed that Davian and his men, along with Axe, left Chicago. Another problem gone.
Exhausted and ready to feel the warmth of the woman I loved, I placed my cell on the nightstand and connected it to the charging station. Kenzi was fast asleep, her soft whimpers echoing in the silent room as she dreamed. I pulled Kenzi’s warm body close to mine and rested my head on the pillow.
Placing her hand over mine, in a sleepy voice, she said. “Did you finish everything?”
Kissing the top of her head. I whispered, “Yes, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.” My eyes fell shut, and I concentrated on her breathing to lull me to sleep.
My dreams of living with Kenzi were abruptly interrupted when the alarm on my phone went off. Someone had entered the penthouse by using the elevator. Thankfully, the alarm didn’t wake Kenzi. Very few people were allowed into my apartment without warning—my mom, who was still in Italy, and Gretta, who was back to Atlanta.
Rolling over to my side, I opened the hidden drawer in the nightstand and pulled out my 9mm. Before heading out of the bedroom to see who it could be, I slipped on a pair of night pants. I slowly opened the door and listened for any sounds. I could hear footsteps, but not heavy, or like a man’s. The steps were more like that of a woman.
I held my gun to my chest and slowly made my way to the living area. The only light came from the kitchen and with the half-wall separating it from the living room, I couldn’t see who it was. As I closed in on the kitchen, I heard a woman humming. I would know that hum anywhere. It was Gretta. What I didn’t understand was why she was here. Knowing how she hated guns, I stopped at the sectional and hid it beneath a pillow before finding out what she was doing back in Chicago.
I didn’t want to scare her, so I opened the closet door and closed it as though I was coming out of my study. When she turned around, in a soft voice, I asked. “Gretta, what are you doing lurking in the kitchen at this ungodly hour?”
When I reached the kitchen, her hands were on her hips and an annoyed look was splashed across her face. “River Stevenson, what are you doing up at this hour?”
“I should ask you the same thing,” I replied. “What are you doing here?”
Turning back to what she was doing, she finished unloading a few bags. “I got lonely in that big house and since you weren’t there, I decided it was best for me to come back to Chicago, where I would be needed the most.”
Something more than being alone in a big house brought her back to Chicago. Gretta had been taken from my home and if I had to guess, she hadn’t felt safe there, at least not alone. How could I blame her? I couldn’t be mad. It was nice having her here. If she had let me know she was coming, I would have paid for a first-class ticket instead of her taking a red-eye flight.
Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, I said, “I’m glad you are back. Kenzi will be too.” Turning toward the bedroom, I gave her a little wave. “I’m going back to bed. You should too.”
It was three in the morning and even though I made it back to bed with the woman I loved, I couldn’t bring myself to fall back to sleep. My eyes focused on the crystal light fixture that hung from the ceiling. I kept thinking about the deal I made with Jed. The years of hard work I put into developing the solar battery that was my baby. It was the first project I worked on when I was still in college. Sure, there were other solar batteries out there, but none of them compared to the one I engineered.
Feeling a sense of regret, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. Only one person could help me get out of this mess. Hugh Fox was the company attorney and a good friend. He was pretty much my savior. He had gotten me out of a lot of hairy situations.
Strutting to my study with one goal in mind, I found that Gretta had taken my advice and gone to bed. I was about to head into the study when I remembered my 9mm was still hidden beneath the pillow on the leather sectional. Tip toeing past Gretta’s room—because she was a light sleeper—I headed to the living room to retrieve my gun.
When I lifted the pillow, I was glad to find it still there, but there was a note attached to the butt of the gun.“You should really take care of your toys better.”I smiled to myself and grabbed my gun and headed back to my study to make a very important call and lock my “toy” away.
