17. Rose
ROSE
Time is not on my side.
With Mathew growing more impatient and Calvin starting to ask questions, the pressure's increasing and I'm running out of ideas.
Every time I plan to sleep with Kon, he works late and doesn't come to bed until I've fallen asleep. Then he leaves in the morning before I'm barely awake.
Teasing him with a game won't work if he's never around.
I spend most of my time in the gym to occupy myself, or swimming in the pool and cooking things here and there, but each activity just piles on the guilt.
It's not just Mathew waiting for me to get pregnant. My entire family is as well, and god knows what's happening to them in the time it's taking me to do what should be the easiest, simplest thing in the world.
I have to up my game.
After a long cardio session in the gym and an equally long, hot shower, I spot Kon out by the pool, buried in paperwork.
It's the first time in a few days that he's actually been here and not out somewhere, which is prime time for me to put my little plan into action.
I raid my closet for the laciest bra and panties I can find, then pair them with a loose skirt and a shirt that almost reaches my knees.
The hem of the shirt bunches up and tucks into the waistband of my skirt, then I hurry through the house to the kitchen and the double doors leading onto the patio.
The sun-warmed stone is pleasant against my bare feet as I lazily walk out and stop a few feet into the patio.
Kon looks up immediately even though I didn't make a sound, and a thrill shoots through my stomach. He has some kind of radar for me, it seems.
"Kon," I whine softly. "I'm bored."
His dark gaze remains on me even as he scribbles something on the paper in front of him. "Bored?"
"Mhm. Can't you come and play with me?"
Even from here, the angle of his jaw sharpens as he tenses his chin. "I would, but I am busy."
"Too busy for me?"
"You have my deepest apologies."
"Fine." Sighing dramatically, I stretch my hands high above my head. "I guess I'll make my own entertainment."
Kon's lips twitch ever so slightly, then his head lowers and he finishes writing something. He slides a piece of paper into an envelope and seals it with a single lick.
Showtime.
Dropping my hands to my skirt, I very slowly drag the side zip from my hip down until my waistband grows loose. Then I let the skirt fall.
That catches Kon's attention again and his eyes snap up just as the skirt pools around my bare ankles and my shirt unfolds to brush against my skin halfway down my thigh.
"Rose." A sharp edge cuts through my name as he speaks, like a quiet warning, but rather than scaring me off, it only excites me. I smile widely at him.
"Yes? Is there a problem?"
He slowly lowers his pen and his eyes narrow while I walk my fingers up my shirt to the very top button.
It pops free easily and Kon's gaze flickers.
He stands and I take one step back toward the house.
"Don't you want me to entertain myself?" I ask innocently, trailing my fingers down to the next button. "I mean, I'm all alone in this huge house with no one to talk to. What's a girl got to do to get a little attention, y'know?"
The second button pops free and Kon's jaw tenses so hard that the slight shadow of a nerve jumps near his ear.
I step back toward the house again and pop the third button which is just enough to reveal the swell of my breasts and the very edge of the flower lace detail of my bra.
"Rose," Kon says again and his voice is strained this time.
I pop the fourth button and he moves like a rabbit right out of the starter gate at the races. For someone so tall and large, his powerful strides are alarmingly fast and he's crossed half the patio by the time I react and sprint back into the house.
When he reaches the door, I'm on the other side of the island counter in the kitchen and I pop the fifth button. "Though you were busy," I grin at him and the sixth button gives way under my fingertips. "Are you a liar, Kon?"
He doesn't speak but he does surge forward, so I rip the last few buttons open, then shrug off the shirt and toss it into his face.
There's no time to see if it hits him because I turn and dash out the kitchen door and into the hallway, then I race down it as fast as I can.
Reaching the corner of the hall, I turn around. Kon's still walking toward me with that powerful, constant pace of his, my shirt now balled up in one fist.
"Rose!"
"Kon!" I call back with a slight mocking tone. "Is that as fast as you can go?" My heart begins to race and I take off down the next corridor, running as fast as I can.
By the time I reach the next corner, I turn, and Kon is already halfway down this corridor, only this time, the tent in his pants is mouthwateringly clear, and there's an exciting sparkle in his eyes.
Not that I'm ready to concede.
It's daring but I reach behind me and unclip my bra, then slip it from my shoulders. The last thing I see is Kon's eyes widening as I toss my bra upward, cover my tits with one arm and then race down the next corridor with a loud giggle.
My bare feet slide on the polished wood as I race past the gym and further down the next corridor.
Kon's footsteps are ever advancing behind me and it's not long before breathlessness forces me to pause once more.
He's still walking after me, which is both alarming and exciting. He can catch up to me without breaking into a run?
Show-off.
My bra joins the bunch of clothing clutched in his fist and a very faint flush of pink dusts his cheekbones.
"Is this really what I have to do to get your attention?" I grin at him, then I caress my hip with my fingers.
He's a few feet away and I don't have any running left in me, but I'm perfectly fine with being caught. Hooking my fingers around my panties, I tug at the hem and let them fall from my hips.
They pool around my ankle just as a voice or a guard rises up from behind me.
"Boss?"
Kon suddenly throws himself forward and covers me with his entire body, urging me through the nearest door before I have a second to turn and see where that voice was even coming from.
In his urgency, he sweeps me off my feet with just one arm and my racing heart lurches into my throat while a squeal of excitement bursts past my lips.
"This is how you get my attention?" Kon growls in my ear as my back gently yet firmly bumps against something solid. "You strip yourself where any wandering eye can see you? You think that is right? That any man can see what belongs to me?"
"Belongs to you?" I gasp, resting my hands on his shoulders as he towers over me and gazes down with those hard, gorgeous eyes. "You don't take very good care of something that belongs to you."
"I do not?"
"No, you don't. You leave me all by myself, force me to entertain myself, force me to work for your attention like you're some kind of wind-up toy."
Kon's large hand suddenly clasps the side of my neck and his thumb rests under my jaw with just enough pressure to keep my head tilted.
The air around us grows thick with heat and tension and my chest swells with the sudden overwhelming urge to taste those lips.
"Do you not see?" Kon growls softly and he leans in so close.
"Do you not see that once I give you the attention you demand, I am trapped?
That once I taste you, it is almost impossible for me to stop?
You have bewitched me because I cannot stop thinking about you.
You haunt me, Rose, and I know if I have a taste…
" A low groan bubbles up from his throat and his thumb slides from my jaw down the front of my throat.
"I will not be able to stop. I will not be able to keep my hands off you.
Everything will halt because I will spend the rest of my life chasing one more taste of you. Just one… more…"
My hands slide up to his neck and then I cradle his face while losing myself in his intense gaze. "But I'm not going anywhere," I whisper, and a strange warmth spreads through my chest. "So you will always get to have one more taste."
What is this feeling? This warmth in my chest that bubbles up and makes me choke on my next breath, that creates pressure behind my eyes as if I need to cry because his words are so sweet.
Never in my life have I felt so desired or even needed like I do now, and I don't know how to process it.
Kon's lips close over mine, and the sensation swells until tears sting at the corner of my eyes and I don't have the strength to will them away.
I don't know what it is or why something so sweet brings me to tears, but he's kissing me and that's all that matters.
He kisses me like he's parched and I'm the first drop of water he's tasted in weeks.
His skin is warm from the sun and his hair is soft and thick against my fingers while I run my hands through the strands. Kon's mouth weaves gentle, possessive patterns across my lips in kisses that devour me whole and yet, as suddenly as they start, they stop.
His lips brush the tip of my nose and then he drops out of sight.
I barely have time to register him on his knees before me when he grasps my leg and drapes it over his shoulder.
As he moves, he shoves his face between my thighs and buries his face against my pussy with such eager force that I jolt upward with a gasp.
I'm forced onto the tiptoes of my other foot, but even they graze against the floor as Kon positions himself underneath me and utterly devours my pussy.
He eats like he kisses, with just as much passion that makes my brain utterly melt.
Every swipe of his tongue through my inner folds is followed by suckling pressure, vibrating hums, and the very subtle graze of teeth.
He kisses and licks over every inch of me, paying constant, insistent attention to my clit and dragging the pleasure out of me in long, strong pulls.
I try to balance myself by clutching at his hair but in the end, all I can do is clutch at the shelves behind me.
Each surge of pleasure while his hands caress and support my legs forces me to grab at things but the books aren't stable enough to support me.