Chapter 46
FORTY-SIX
A djusting her baseball cap in the mirror of her vanity, she looped her ponytail through the back as she saw Creed come to stand in the doorway of her bathroom.
“Heading out to the ballpark?” He moved up behind her and reached under her baseball shirt to lay a possessive hand on her bare belly.
Feeling each individual goosebump spread across her skin, she leaned back against him.
“We’re only going to the backyard. The girls want to have a baseball game with the plastic bats and balls you bought them.
After breakfast, Allie and I will be on Tinsley and Colby’s team.
Glory is going to be the umpire.” Flipping the bill of her cap with her fingers, she grinned at him in the mirror.
“I have to look the part, or Tinsley won’t pick me for her team. ”
Creed moved his hand up to push the bottom of her bra away to cup her breast. His other hand was getting busy, too, gliding into her shorts and panties to cup her intimately. Unconsciously letting her brush fall to the floor, she held onto his arm around her belly to hold herself steady.
“I need to go fix breakfast for the girls …” Unable to stop herself, she spread her legs wider, allowing Creed better access. His fingers stroking her clit was a sweet reward for not making him stop to go get breakfast started.
“There are frozen waffles in the freezer,” he suggested while lazily pinching her nipple.
She bit down on her lip at the pleasure he was stoking as she tried to come up with a better excuse for not fixing the girls a hot breakfast just so she could enjoy what Creed’s wandering hands were doing to her without feeling guilty.
As he nuzzled her neck, he delved one of his fingers inside of her. It instantly made up her mind. Cereal might not be as healthy as a hot breakfast, but they were a time-saver.
“I’ve not seen you in short-shorts before.”
“I haven’t worn them for years. I need to buy a new pair.” She gasped when his finger started sliding up and down inside of her. She barely managed to lock her knees to keep herself from dropping to the floor.
“Yes, you do.” Sliding his finger out of her, he went back to playing with her clit. “I don’t want you to wear these out of the bedroom. Find a pair of pants to wear. The security team will be watching your ass instead of the security feed.”
“It’s going to be hot today …” she protested sulkily.
“No,” he said firmly. Sliding his hand out from under her bra, Creed unsnapped her shorts then pushed them down until they pooled at her ankles.
Goosebumps spread from her belly throughout her whole body at the formidable way he was looking at her.
“You’re in luck this morning.” The benign smile on his lips didn’t fool her.
“I don’t have to be in the office early.
I have time to give you a geography lesson.
” While one of his hands continued to tease and torment her nipple, his other went two inches from her knee.
“I don’t want you wearing anything above here .
” Casually, Creed moved his hand to the top curve of her breast. Thankfully, the thin cream-colored T-shirt sat above where his hand was pressing into her breast. “Nor anything lower than here .”
Sage gaped at him. “You’re kidding?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
No, his formidable expression told her just how serious he was taking this conversation.
She narrowed her eyes on him, mimicking his expression. She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her, regardless of the magic he was creating between her thighs.
“I’m beginning to miss Kent; he was more of a gentleman. This isn’t the Ice Ages, baby … suck it up.”
Creed raised an eyebrow at her. “Really? You think I’m acting like a caveman because I consider these areas”—his hand went back to her thigh then back to her breast—“of your body mine?”
“Yes!”
“I consider this area of my body”—his hand gestured from his hip bone to the middle of his thighs—“yours. Am I wrong?”
Hooking his hand into the waistband of his shorts, he pulled them down, brazenly exposing himself in the mirror.
Damn. She didn’t want him exposing that view to anyone else but her for the rest of his life.
“No.”
“So, we’re in agreement?”
“But …”
Stepping out of his shorts, he used his chest to bend her over the vanity then twisted her hair in his hand to pull her head back so she could watch what he was going to do to her.
“Oh …”
Creed kept his eyes on her as he sensually licked the corner of her mouth. He was teasing her by not entering her mouth, just as his cock was teasing her by not entering her body.
“We’ll have to save the discussions on your butt for later.” As he ran his palm over said butt, she felt his cock rubbing teasingly at her opening. “For when I have more time to introduce what incentives I can offer you.”
Extending her hand, she reached back to wrap her arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down so she could twirl her tongue with his. The moment she pushed her hips back, she felt him entering her.
“You’re getting better.” Creed stared at her approvingly in the mirror.
Shaking off the fussy-headed feeling he always invoked, she got her act together. She couldn’t let him win without at least a token of resistance.
Cautiously, she watched as his hand slid back under her bra to squeeze her breast. “Only better?” Bouncing her butt back at him, she felt his cock glide higher while she used another weapon at her disposal by sliding her tongue inside his mouth, kissing him the way he had taught her.
“You’re coming along,” he groaned against her mouth. Tugging her top down, he exposed her breasts to their eyes, and she watched as he squished her nipple between two fingers.
“We need to finish this discussion, or I’m going to be late for work, and the girls will be a player short.”
Her hand went to cover his fingers torturing her nipple as Creed thrust inside of her so hard she went onto her tippy toes.
“Are we in agreement about not letting other people view our restricted property?”
“Yes!” she whimpered.
Creed loosened his hold her nipple. “You’re right; you suck at taking pain.”
Rubbing his thumb over her nipple soothed the sting. When he moved his mouth to her ear, his eyes never left hers, deliberately letting her see the triumph in them.
“You’re not playing fair.” Angry at his insult, she glared at him through the mirror.
“First off, I don’t know why you thought we were playing. Secondly, when I do play, I never play fair.” Clasping her by the hips, Creed accelerated his movements.
Scared she would faceplant into the mirror, she gripped the sides of the vanity.
“When I make a mistake, I like to own up to it.”
Sage saw her hat fall off in the mirror from the force of Creed’s thrusts. She looked at him wildly. What mistake did he want to own up to? Had he been with another wo—
The thought died before she could complete it when she caught Creed’s eyes daring her to say what she was thinking out aloud.
“The mistake I made was letting you think.” He paused to pinch her nipple. “Just because you’re top dog, ruling everyone in the house, that doesn’t mean you are when we’re in our bedroom. There is only going to be one top dog, and that’s me.”
Her mouth snapped open to tell him what she thought of that archaic attitude, but instead of the words she needed to get out, nothing but soft whimpers escaped her.
She wanted to yell at him that he wasn’t being fair …
then lost track of what she was going to say when he released her nipple to trace his palm down her body from her breast to her abdomen.
Hypnotized by his movements, she watched his hand move lower still, expecting it to stop at her pussy, only for him to change direction and slide to her thigh.
“Oh …”
He hooked his hand behind her thigh and lifted it onto the vanity chair she had scooted out of the way when she wanted to inspect her outfit in the mirror. With her foot on the chair, they were both able to watch his cock slide in and out of her.
Giving up the battle, she laid her head back on his shoulder. Why keep fighting a battle of wills she didn’t want to win, anyway?
Abandoning herself to Creed’s sexual desires hadn’t steered her wrong yet.
Two days a week, he would come home during his lunch and tell the girls that Aunt Sage needed a nap.
Then he’d rush her upstairs to fuck her senseless, go into his bathroom, and come back without a hair out of place while she was still staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure what planet she had landed on.
During a few of his late-night work sessions, he would have her bring his dinner to the office, take her to the conference room, strip her naked, and fuck her on the conference table.
Her moans grew louder as she thought of the last time she had gone. He had taken a video of her climaxing on the table by just using his voice while he had sat on the chair, directing her on how to make herself come.
She bucked against him frantically, feeling as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest.
“Hmm … that’s my girl.”
Her eyes went to where Creed was stroking her clit with his finger with the speed of light.
The friction he was creating had her gripping the vanity, her knuckles turning white at the strength she was using to keep from falling apart, only for Creed to lean forward and plunge his cock inside her so hard the table shook.
Unable to hold back any longer, she took a desperate breath before climaxing, afraid if she didn’t suck in enough oxygen, she wouldn’t survive the fallout.
Blinking, she slowly came back to awareness, inexplicitly finding herself hanging limply in Creed’s arms.
“I’m glad we got that straightened out.” Casually standing her back on her feet, he smoothed his hand over her butt.
She gaped at him as he left her bathroom then raised her arms to take off her mangled shirt and bra. As she did so, she noticed the mess on the floor. Her makeup had been strewn everywhere. She didn’t remember knocking it over.
Bending down, she picked up her favorite eye shadow kit that had taken her a whole month to save up for. When she opened it, she saw that the mirror and three of the eye shadows were cracked.
Angrily holding the makeup kit, she made a beeline for Creed’s bathroom. Mr. Top Dog was going to fork up the cash to buy her a new one.