Page 63 of The Innovator

I had an imaginary conversation with an invisible Grayson in my head and laughed until the alarm on my phone beeped, reminding me it was time for my bedtime story.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

GRAYSON

Sitting on the long bench beside the stand with a plate of fruits, cookies, a bottle of wine, wine glasses, and napkins, I looked up toward Natalie’s suite. What was Natalie doing up there laughing like that? Was she on the phone with one of her friends? Was she reading a humorous book?

She probably forgot The Fortress was secluded in the woods, and any loud sound she made echoed. The genuine joy in her laugh put a smile on my face. The night had gone dark, and the surrounding lights automatically turned on, offering a soft glow around the tree house. Fireflies flew around the bushes, making them appear like stars swimming in the dark. I turned off some lights so she could see the stars better.

I checked my watch to see if I could go up and disrupt her, but I heard footsteps. Rising from the bench, I turned toward her, and my heart swelled, followed by my cock. She had on makeup and wore a summer dress that stopped just below her knees.

“Hello,” she said in a smoky voice as she walked over, pulling the chair I’d recently finished closer to the bench. Then she placed her phone on the bench.

“Wow.” I twirled her around. “Did I miss the memo? You said a bedtime story at the bench and not a date in the city, right?”

“Just a date here at this beautiful tree house with the unique chair.”

“I’m underdressed. I didn’t bring anything fancy with me.”

She placed a hand on my chest. “It’s okay. You won’t need clothes for this story, McDimple.”

“Show me.” I yanked her closer, clasping a hand to her firm ass. “What kind of filthy fairytale are you telling me? I’m dying to know.”

“The kind that will make this chair come to life.” Smiling, she nudged me down to the chair that she had inspired me to finish and stood between my legs. My cock tented my shorts.

My throat dried when she bent down, hovering over my lips like a feather, tantalizing me. “Do you want to strip me, Grayson? Are you willing to lose the bet to have me tonight?”

Fuuuck.She had no idea I’d already planned on ravaging her, regardless of the bet. No property could compete with my desire for her. I’d give her any building she wanted.

I pressed my face to her bosom, inhaled her perfume, and reached back to unzip her dress. It pooled to the floor to reveal a stunning body adorned with fuck-me-now lingerie. Red just became my favorite color.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I didn’t recognize the raspy voice that escaped my mouth.

My throat tightened. Her skin glowed from the soft lighting, making her appear like a moon goddess.

Unable to resist, I reached for her, but she stepped away. “Not yet. Story, remember?” She pressed something on her phone, and music played—the kind of music piped into a strip club.

“I don’t need a story, Natalie.” Could she hear the desperation in my voice?

Ignoring me, she strutted around the chair, forcing me to follow her with my gaze. I took in her full breasts, lovely curves, and marvelous ass as she walked and posed in front of me, pausing at various intervals to give me that sexy look as though she were a model. She was better than any model I’d ever encountered.

Natalie was giving me the most alluring dance under the stars, and I wanted to remember every single detail of it. Tonight would be ours. I may lose the bet willingly, but I’d already won the one thing I wanted most: her.

She stopped in front of me, braced her hands on either side of my shoulders, and shimmied her breasts. “Once upon a time, there was this crazy woman who was attracted to a crazy man who kept arguing with her.” Then she turned, bent over, and wiggled her ass. When I saw parts of her center, I forgot how to breathe.

I grabbed her buttocks, loving the smoothness of her skin against my palm.

Moaning, she whirled to face me, sat on my lap, and looped her arms around my neck. “Touching will cost you, McDimple.”

Cursing, I fished out my wallet, pulled out my black American Express card, and slid it into her panties. “All yours, buttercup.”

Looking down at the card that peeked through the lace, she gyrated her hips against me, following the rhythm of the music. The friction intensified the heat, and my cock pleaded for release. I’d never been this aroused.

“Let me show you the pin.” My mouth nipped at her neck, kissing down to the top of her breasts. With my fingers, I traced the invisible numbers on her skin, followed by my tongue. I drew digits over the impeccable mounds that rose and fell. “Did you get the numbers?”

“No,” she breathed.

“Then I’ll have to show you in other ways.”

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