“It’s my favorite color on you.”
I blew him a kiss and opened the envelope. Inside were several sheets of paper, but I only read the first one. My hand flew to my mouth. “Nathaniel?”
“I hope you like it.”
I looked up at him in shock. “I can’t believe it.”
“The timing worked out perfectly, I really didn’t plan on this.”
I quickly read the paper again. “You bought me the chalet?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t believe you bought me the chalet.” I looked around the room. All this was mine?
“Now we can come back anytime we want. And a few years from now, when we’re all tired and grumpy because the kids are driving us crazy, we can hop on the jet and get away for a few days. Linda would love the opportunity to watch grandkids. She’s already bugging Jackson and Felicia about starting a family.”
“Or when we’re tired and grumpy and work is driving us crazy?”
“Or when we’re tired and grumpy and we’re driving each other crazy?” He winked.
I felt almost giddy as the disappointment I had mere minutes ago about having to leave was replaced by elation with the realization that I now owned the property. I put the envelope and papers on the table and straddled his lap. “Are we going to drive each other crazy?”
He dragged his fingers through my hair. “You always drive me crazy.”
“You’re a fine one to talk, Mr. West.” I pressed my lips against his. “Thank you for my wedding present. It’s perfect and I love it.”
“I’m glad. I wanted us to have our own special place we could get away to and when the owner told me it was for sale, I knew I’d found it.” He still wore the quirky grin. “Am I forgiven now for getting you a wedding present even though we said we weren’t exchanging them?”
Of course he was, but I wanted to tease him a little bit longer. “I don’t know. I think there’s one thing you need to do in order to be totally forgiven.”
“Oh?” He looked genuinely surprised.
“Mmm,” I hummed and then whispered in his ear, “You have got to have a playroom added to this place.”
His laughter was infectious and as I was laughing, he rained kisses along my neck. “If you insist on adding a playroom, I know just the architect.”
“Make sure it has lots of windows,” I said, thinking about the day he took me in the bedroom in front of the windows and imagining it happening over and over.
“Going to start making demands about the playroom?” His lips had traveled lower and were grazing my collarbone.
“It’s my chalet.”
“It’ll be my playroom.”
I sucked in a breath as his hand slipped up my shirt. “Would it help if I said please?”
“We’re going to have to do something about this exhibitionism thing you seem to enjoy so much.” His other hand went up my shirt and within seconds my bra was unhooked. “I think maybe we should do a demo scene at a play party?”
My body pulsed with desire at the thought of playing with people watching. Submitting to Nathaniel in front of the group. “Yes. Please. And thank you.”
He lifted my shirt up and over my head. “I think the February party is scheduled to be held at our house. Think that sounds good?”
Less than two months? “Yes, Sir.”
He growled and dropped his head even lower to suck a nipple into his mouth. “There you go driving me crazy again. Makes me so hard when you call me ‘Sir.’”
“Sorry, Sir. But not really, Sir.” I arched my back as he drew me deeper into his mouth. “Does this mean we get a playroom with windows and we get to do a demo scene in February, Sir?”
He lifted his head. “Yes, my lovely, you may have your playroom with the windows and we’ll do a demo at the party in February.”
“Thank you.” And just because, I added, “Sir.”
“Remember when I said I was going to toughen that ass up?”
“Vividly, Sir.” The familiar ache started to grow between my legs.
“I’m tempted to take you over my knee right now.”
I fisted his hair in my hands, pulling at the dark strands as his lips traveled across the upper part of my body. His mouth left a trail of goose-pebbled flesh in its wake. “Only tempted? What’s stopping you?”
“There are other things I’d rather do at the moment.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“I’ll do better than tell, I’ll show you.”
He slid me from his lap, so I rested on the floor. I scooted away from the couch, stopping in the middle of the soft rug in front of the fireplace. I was already topless and felt the warmth of the fire against my back.
“The first thing you do is take the jeans off,” he said.
With a lazy smile and moving in a speed that matched, I slowly made it to my feet. He was still sitting on the couch and his eyes grew dark with desire as I unbuttoned my jeans and took my time inching them past my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. “Now what?”
“You lose the panties.”
I thought about taking them off right away, but decided to draw the game out a little bit longer. “When are you going to get naked?”
“Eventually.”
“Eventually, like now or eventually, like later?”
“I haven’t decided.”
I sat back down on the floor and crossed my legs. “I’m not taking anything else off until you start getting naked.”
He toed his shoes off.
I rolled my eyes. “Not even.”
“You just said to start getting naked, you didn’t specify what to take off.”
“That’s fine.” I walked on my knees over to the coffee table and took my hot chocolate and drank a sip. “I’ll just stay like this all day.” I took another sip. “All night, too.”
When he saw that I wasn’t budging, he muttered, “Oh, all right,” and pulled his sweater over his head.
I set the mug down. “That’s better. Now stroke your cock for me.”
“I thought you said you liked it when I took control sexually?”
“I do. That doesn’t mean I don’t like to offer helpful suggestions every once and awhile.” It was true I enjoyed his dominant side, but I liked teasing him and playing with him as well.
“Helpful suggestion, I see,” he said, but he unzipped his jeans and took his cock out.
I stood up and watched as he stroked himself for a few seconds. His voice was rough when he spoke again.
“Loose the panties, Abby.”