31. Overnight Bag
Bailey
I have to set down a bag of cat supplies to lift a fist and knock on Sacha’s door. When he opens it I’m greeted by the beautiful sight of him in a tight t-shirt and gray sweatpants; it shows off his thick legs, and hugs the package he carries between them.
When did males find out that gray sweatpants are pussy Kryptonite?
“Hi, beautiful.” He leans against his door frame, his gaze takes me in before his face drops to a small frown. “I didn’t realize you were bringing so much stuff. I would have met you in the lobby to help with that.” He reaches for one of my bags but I sidestep him.
“No worries,” I say, but my stomach feels slightly queasy as I enter his personal space for the first time. Now I’ll find out just how much my own home doesn’t compare to his.The front door opens into a living room filled with dark natural surfaces, raw edged wood shelves, a large dark stone fireplace, plush rugs, an emerald green sofa, a wide wall of windows with high dark curtains, and behind his heavy looking dining room table is a full wall of plants.
“Wow. Your apartment is beautiful.”
It’s not what I’d normally expect from a billionaire, but the space really feels like Sacha. In one corner is a large cat tower which matches the decor so specifically that he must have had it custom built. I set Rhapsody’s carrier down near it, and unzip the fabric opening on the top.
“Is that her?” Sacha asks, his voice is tight, I wouldn’t have noticed it a few weeks ago, but now I know him well enough to hear the nerves in his tone.
“She’s probably a little uneasy about being in a new space, she might hang out in there for a little while. We like to let the cats decide when they are ready to explore.” I explain. “Rhapsody will come out when she feels safe.”
“It’s alright,” he says, “I can wait until she’s comfortable.”
A little pink nose pokes over the top of the carrier and Sacha holds his finger out for her to sniff. The cat brushes her cheek up against his hand.
Sacha beams over at me, his big brown eyes full of joy. My heart squeezes in my chest.
“I think she remembers you.” I smile. “She’s all caught up on her shots, and has been spayed. You’ve already filled out all the paperwork. So you two are good to go.”
“Thank you for bringing her over,” Sacha says quietly. “Can I get you a drink? Coffee? Soda? I have vodka and pineapple juice.”
He remembered my drink order, my heart squeezes again. “A little early for alcohol isn’t it?”
“You’re not leaving already?” His face is almost crestfallen.
“Well, first I’d like to see the rest of your condo, to make sure everything is cat appropriate.” I pull the checklist that the cat adoption agency provided from my bag.
“Would you like a tour of the apartment?” He asks.
“The adoption agency would like me to take a tour.” I click my pen officially. He grins.
“Living room dining area.” He gestures to the space around him, but my attention focuses on the way his t-shirt strains around his bicep. “Kitchen. Guest bathroom.” He continues, leading the way down a hallway and gesturing to each space as we pass it. The condo is huge, every room is decorated in a similar fashion to the living room; it’s homey, cool, and cozy. A cat would be happy to curl up in any of these rooms. Hell, I’d love to curl up in any of these rooms myself. “There will be a litter box in the guest bathroom, and one in the home office.” He points to another door further down the hallway.
“Appropriate, it’s where she will do her business.” I check a box on my sheet and Sacha flashes me a grin.
“My bedroom.” He reaches the end of the hallway and leans one long arm against the last doorframe with a smirk, waiting for me to reach him.
I glance past him, into the bedroom, more moody dark foresty colors, more plush inviting textures, a huge four poster bed. It’s easy to picture us sprawled across it together.
“Hmm.” I step into the room and check off the rest of the boxes on my checklist. There was no doubt in my mind his home would meet the adoption agency’s standards, but there’s something I need to know for my own edification and not for the sheet of paper. “Could I inquire how often you have guests over?”
“A couple times a month. Sometimes I entertain clients for Cryptech, it’s easy to bring them here where I have control of the environment.” He takes a step toward me, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“And how often do you have guests in this specific room?” I ask, staring hard at the paper. I don’t want to be looking at him if he says something I don’t want to hear. Everything I need to record has been checked off so I scribble a little black box into the corner of my paper. “Because I don’t remember having a discussion with you, about the number of people who’d be visiting your bedroom, before we signed our contract. I thought maybe we should clear this up. Especially if there are going to be more encounters between us like the one at your desk yesterday?—”
His hand covers mine, stopping both my nervous doodling and my rambling. When I look up his expression is quiet and serious. “Only you, my beast. There’s only been you since the first moment you walked into my office.”
I suck in a breath and squeak out, “Great! Perfect!”
“And what about you?” he asks. “How many guests have crossed your threshold?”
“I’m the one conducting the interview, Mr. Kwatch. I’ll be asking the questions.” I swivel on my toes and head back to his living room, swaying my hips more than is necessary. I wore my good jeans today, I know he’s being provided with an excellent view.
A low growl stalks me down the hallway, and a second later a pair of large hands circle my waist, spinning me to face him. I clutch my clipboard tight to my chest between us.
“I need an answer, beast.” He’s grinning but his voice is a low grumble. He tugs me close, pushing our bodies together so quickly that it makes me gasp.
“Just you,” I say. “I haven’t had anyone anywhere close to my threshold for a while now.”
“Good. Let”s keep it that way.” He dips in to press a commanding kiss against my lips. When he finally pulls back he plucks the clipboard from my fingers and places it on his coffee table.
“I think that’s everything I needed to see.” My voice feels oddly quiet. “Did you have anymore questions for me?”
“What do you want for breakfast?” Sacha asks, pulling me with him as he backs to the couch.
“What makes you think I’ll be here for breakfast?” I tease.
“That can’t all be cat supplies?” He gestures to the three large bags I lugged across town with me.
“Not entirely.” I admit.
“You brought an overnight bag.” It isn’t a question as he sits backward onto his couch and tugs me into his lap. I happily allow him, resting my legs on top of him.
“I was thinking that, since I needed to be at my boyfriend’s place—” I stumble and then power past hoping he didn’t notice my slip up, “that I might stay the night?”
“The whole night?” He watches his own hand as he strokes it across my thighs.
“But, if you aren’t comfortable with the idea, that’s okay. It was just a thought that I had. I know you didn’t ask me to stay or anything so I won’t be offended if?—”
“Beast.” He interrupts my nervous words just as I was ramping into full ramble territory. “I’d love for my girlfriend to stay overnight, and I’d love to fuck her in every room of this house.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Then you are alright with ‘boyfriend’?”
“If you like it?” His hands trace across the top of my jeans, sneaking under my shirt to graze over the skin of my stomach.
“I like it very much.”
“I like it too.” He gives me a sexy lopsided grin.
A small part of me is freaking out. I like him. I like him too much, too soon. When he touches me like this, it seems more important to have him, than to have the money. Still I’m more comfortable knowing that when he inevitably gets tired of me, at least I’ll have his money to go with these pleasant memories.
I bite my lip, shoving back my nerves before I use both hands to pull my shirt over my head in one quick movement. His eyes immediately fall to my breasts, drinking in my carefully chosen lacy bra; we sit in a quiet moment while I let him enjoy the sight of me.
“Well, I like this even better.” He tugs me close. I squeal when his mouth closes over my breast, but it changes to more enthusiastic noises as his tongue finds my nipple through the thin fabric.
First, we wreck his couch, leaving the cushions squished and askew, then I let him fuck me against his high-rise windows, my bare ass pressed to the glass for anyone with binoculars to admire.
He carries me to his bedroom to spread me out on the large bed, we spend a few hours just cuddling before things start back up again and he comes all over my tits.
When I head to the bathroom to wash, my insatiable male meets me again in the shower, spreading my legs and eating my pussy under the spray of the best shower head I’ve ever had the pleasure of using.
He orders delivery for dinner, pasta, because he’s a genius and a gentleman. We”re barely finished eating when he flips me over on the table and demands that I scream his name while I come on his cock. Eventually we fall asleep wrapped in each other”s arms, sated, exhausted, and ecstatic.