Page 22 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)
DANTE
I adjust the ornate gate, and a coat of sweat covers me. As I wipe my brow, I hear, “Hello, the house!”
I see the crazy woman ride up, and I look down the cliff path. I cannot believe she just rode up it. Very few have ever done it, and she is either a darned good rider, crazy, or both.
As she rides up, I stare into the bright sun towards her.
“I didn’t know you could ride.”
“I’m pretty good in the saddle,” she says, leaping down. I try not to smile, and I shake my head. Before I can say something, she jumps in. “Look, am I disturbing you?”
I shake my head and stand the old iron gate up. I grab my phone and shirt, and I head along the castle’s outer wall and around a tennis court.
I decide to give Raven some history, and I explain how my grandparents added the court in the day. It was for my parents’ generation, and as kids, we played on and off.
I’m about to discuss my plans for the castle when my phone’s alarm goes off.
“Sit,” I command, covered in sweat.
As I use a T-shirt to wipe sweat from my body, Raven sits on the manicured grass. As the pony drinks water from a nearby bucket, Raven leans back in the sun and looks up at me.
The Zoom call comes straight in, and my eyes shoot to her. “Five minutes.”
I hit a button, and below me, Raven stretches in the sun. As I pace near the rose garden and tennis court, I speak, “Thomas.”
It’s a hot day, and as we talk in the sun, I enjoy the break. I turn near the end of the white roses, and as I listen to Thomas, I see Raven pull off her top.
As she lays back on the soft grass, I watch her in her black bra and cutoff jeans. I walk a little closer, and I rotate my neck and crack it.
Raven and I lock eyes, and as Thomas explains capital details from a Boston bank, I try not to look at her lips or nipples. As I slow above her, I stare down and stop.
Raven lays below me all spread out. She is in her short shorts, and her hair is, as usual, blonde, curly, and wild. It would be wilder if I took her hard.
As I imagine yanking her onto my cock, I think of her tight pussy clamped around me.
“Agreed?”
“What?” I ask, distracted.
“Are you comfortable with a hundred million a year over a decade at six percent interest?”
“Sure,” I say, looking down at Raven. I remember her back arching and her rubbing against my cock. She was lucky I didn’t slide inside her butt there and then.
As I try to wrap up the rest of the Zoom, the virgin watches me curious. I’ve likely just blown what I do for a job, but the cat is only slightly out of the bag.
She still has no idea what I do and what I’m worth.
“What did the in-house legal team say?” I ask. I lift a white rose bud that has fallen in the wind, and as I listen to the answer, I pull petals from it.
As I collect the petals in my hand, I listen to Thomas’ reply and next question.
“Thanks. The castle is fine,” I say, staring down at Raven.
She looks back at me as if wanting me to take her, here and now. Nothing would make me happier than sliding inside her. Actually, that’s a lie.
I want to see her eyes flare as she is claimed for the very first time. Then as she comes, I want to see the look in her eyes, the wonder as she comes with me.