Page 32 of Heavy Shot

"Yep," Rhiannon chuckled. "Blinding me with their cameras."

"Tell them to come over to the box. I'll talk to them if they won't try to run in the gate behind you."

Rhiannon laughed but rolled down her passenger window and called to the girls, who were squealing at the sound of Kline's voice. "Come on over," she yelled to them. "Kline will say hello. Just don't come inside."

She pulled through the gates as the girls ran to the box, one in tears, and she could hear Kline's boisterous greetings as she drove away. It was another half mile up to the actual house. He had quite a bit of land, as was normal for that development. There were only seven houses built there.

She pulled up to the circular drive-in front of the house, and Kline was waiting at the front door, waving at her and talking into the silver box near the doorbell. He said goodbye to his fans as Rhiannon got out of the car, then hurried down the front steps to help her with her bag.

"You didn't have any trouble finding the place, did you?" he asked, taking the bag and slipping an arm around her.

"Not at all. I was a master spy before I got this writing gig," she said, her hand coming to rest on his hip. "Of course, all I needed to do was follow the screams."

"Yeah, they're a mess, aren't they? There are usually at least two of them out there. I don't mind unless they go after Jack. I mainly use the back drive when he's with me."

"The back drive?"

"Yeah, I'll show it to you when you go," he said, as they walked up the steps to the double doors and into the main foyer of the house.

"Some spy I am."

Once Kline shut the front door, he dropped her bag and turned her in his arms, then leaned in for a long kiss that ended with his contented sigh. "I have been thinking about you all day. That party was miserable. Couldn't wait to get out."

She smiled, leaning up to kiss his chin. "Now you're free and I'm here. No more stress for the rest of the weekend."

He laughed, then scooped her up in his arms and trotted through the house. "Foyer," he said as they hurried through, "Living room. Stairs." He hit the stairs without as much spring, but didn't seem to be struggling, then he cleared the landing of a loft that turned out to be his master bedroom, deposited her on the bed and said, "Bedroom."

"Oh, I'm getting the grand tour, hm? I want to see everything," she teased, leaning up to grasp his belt loops and pull him down on top of her.

"I'll show you the bath in an hour," he growled in her ear, nipping.

“An hour?” She brushed her lips up the side of his square jaw. His skin, fresh from a shave, was flawless. She nuzzled into his neck as he did the same, and drank in the warm scent of his cologne, sinking into the mass of pillows behind her with the fragrance profile of leather and oakmoss, and something sweet filling her senses like good whisky in a low-lit room.

Then, his lips were on hers, full and soft, his tongue teasing between her teeth as he wrapped his arms fully around her and drew her close. He kissed her slowly, deeply, taking his time like he was enjoying something delectable, with no mad rush to get her out of her clothes, just a concentrated desire to have her in his space, like he was breathing her in, or maybe stealing her soul.

She heard herself sigh and then groan as he finally shifted away far enough to move his lips down her throat, figuring out her clothes as he went, teasing up goosebumps on every inch of her skin as he bared it to his fingertips and tongue. Rhiannon was lost, drunk on the sensation Kline created with the barest touch, his mouth on her sex kindling a fire in her core that he stirred with long fingers until she thought she would burn alive.

When she came, it was an explosion that wracked her whole body, but it wasn’t enough. “Come here,” she growled barely stopping herself from pulling him up from between her thighs by the hair. “Come here!”

Kline’s dark eyes were dancing when he came back up to meet her, easily sliding his cock up inside her, a flicker of what looked like almost painful pleasure closing his eyes as he started to move. Rhiannon wrapped herself around him, grinding her hips up to meet every thrust. Something about him made her feel wild, and she let go of the thought as soon as she had it, to focus in on his body with the intent to make him feel just as desperate for more as she did.

It was a little less than an hour, but they were no less ardent when they wrestled their way into the standing double shower on the far side of the master bath. Both made plenty of contact with the icy black marble countertops before they made it under the steaming jets.

After a playful cleaning up, Kline toweled Rhiannon off and led her back into the bedroom where they slept tangled together for the rest of the night.

She was stirred the next morning by the aroma of coffee brewing and opened her eyes to find Kline's side of the bed empty. Sitting up, she stretched and looked around the room. Her clothes had been retrieved from the floor and draped over the arm of one of the rounded black chairs. Past the railing on the low wall, she could see a spectacular view outside the massive windows.

She got out of bed and went for her clothes, but noticed Kline's shirt on the other chair and slipped it on instead. It smelled like him, and she smiled at thoughts of removing it from his body the night before. The tails of the shirt covered her backside, so she eschewed other garments to pad down the stairs and seek Kline out.

She found him humming over a bowl of eggs that he was whisking, and saw several ingredients all lined up and ready to go into whatever it was he was cooking. "Hey, morning," he said, grinning at her. "Feel up for breakfast?"

"I'm starving," Rhiannon grinned back. "What are we having?"

"Well, I'm on Atkins right now, so lots of protein. I'm doing an Italian frittata. If you want some fresh fruit, I've got some. Actually, I'm sure I've got some of everything. Jack doesn't keep my diet. Neither does Kim."

"Kim?"

"Jack's nanny. She’s the full-time live-in. Delia’s the part-time weekender.”

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