I inhale to try and loosen my body up, but all that does is drag her scent deeper into my lungs. So I close my eyes instead and see her naked form in the shower, again. There’s no escaping her.
Opening my eyes, she’s grinning up at me just before rubbing against my jutting erection. Slacks aren’t the best for hiding evidence of a man’s arousal.
“You’d like that? For me to take you?” I need to know she isn’t just teasing me. “You’d let me tie you up, and lick every inch of your body, get my fill of your sweet * before sliding my thick cock inside you?”
Kissing my jaw, she whispers, “Yes.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“Knowing you’d be tying me up for pleasure and not to keep me from touching you will heighten the pleasure for the both of us, and I trust you Lucien…So, tell me,” she pauses, “do you own a grey tie?”
After a moment of gauging whether or not she’s serious, I throw open a top cupboard revealing my ties.
Her eyes widen when she sees them. The majority are in different shades of grey.
“Jeez, that’s a lot of grey ties.”
She eyes me while smoothing them with her fingers. “Are you sure you’re not a closet Christian Grey?”
I frown. “Christian who?”
“Never mind.”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
I slip my arms around her waist and snuggle into her. Biting down on the curve of her neck, she shudders in my arms. “Who is Christian Grey?”
“Seriously?”
I growl, “Sabrina?”
“Lucien?”
Then the bell chimes announcing we have a visitor and her grin widens even more.
“My mother’s here.”
She wiggles out of my arms and is out of the closet before I can get my wits about me. Saved by the bell.
“This conversation isn’t over,” I shout and laugh as I hear her open the door to admit her mother.
I glance at the ties again and exchange the dark blue one I’m wearing for a dark grey one.
See if she notices.
Straightening my tie and jacket, I close the cupboards and exiting the walk-in closet, rearrange myself in my slacks. Now that I’m more presentable, I walk out of the bedroom to greet the future mother-in-law. Well, only if Sabrina ever agrees to the whole wife thing. It’s the right thing to do, which reminds me—after all this time she needs a ring on that finger. Neither of us have brought up the fact that she agreed to be engaged to me. It’s something that needs rectifying and something that will hopefully make her more secure in our relationship. It just makes me nervous. The thought of her wearing my ring will give her the power to hurt me.
She already has that power.
Planting my smile back on my face, I walk over to her mother and say, “Dorothy. It’s nice to see you visiting Sabrina.”
As soon as I finish speaking, Sabrina pinches me on the ass as she walks past. “Lucien, don’t you have a meeting or something…dear?” She looks at me pointedly as she turns and sits beside her mom.
Taking a sip of her decaffeinated coffee, she notices the tie. Her eyes widen in surprise before she hides her smile behind her cup.
Hmm. I need to do some research.
Seeing her now, I’m tempted to tell her I’ve cancelled and will be staying home.
Grinning, I counter, “Now where would the pleasure be in that, babe.”
I chuckle and after a lingering kiss to her lips, I leave her in peace, feeling her eyes on me as I leave.
She knows how to get a hold of me if she needs me, but hopefully her mom will keep her entertained for a while without causing stress.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sabrina
My eyes follow Lucien as he leaves and I’ll admit they stray south a few times. He looks mighty fine in that suit with the slacks clinging to his perfect ass and muscular thighs. He makes my mouth water, which he knows.
Sighing, I remember my mom is in the room with me. Turning back to her, a grin spreads on my face when I catch her ogling my guy.
“He’s, um, nice,” she says all flustered.
I chuckle. “He’s more than nice.”
I’m tempted to say more to embarrass her, but think better of it. Since I was released from hospital, we’ve been talking a lot more than we have in years, if ever. It’s sad, but a relief because I really want my baby to know her. We may have always had our differences, but now that my father is no longer with us, I need her more in my life. She’s the only family I have, and no matter how she is, I just can’t find it in me to walk away from her.
I’m happy that she’s trying as well, or at least appears to be. No doubt at some point we won’t see eye-to-eye about something, but for now I’m hoping we can get some sort of closeness.
“So, how are you really doing, Sabrina? And I don’t want the same response you give me over the phone.”
She gives me a stern look.