her. Her toes curled in her high heel pumps.
A low feral moan came from deep within him, causing her to reply with a husky
moan of her own. He stepped back.
“We better go inside
before we make a spectacle of ourselves again.” He smiled.
Oh my. That stunning
smile was one of the best ones she had seen on anyone. It amped up his handsome
factor clear off the scale.
The house, like the
man himself, was gorgeous, classy and tasteful. He took her hand and led her
into a room opposite the one she had seen him standing in. The room had a huge
floor to ceiling stone fireplace and a low blaze burned in its hearth. Light
beiges and maroon shades added to the cozy ambiance of the living room. The
combination was entirely masculine and very Tristan. The walls were adorned
with oil paintings depicting historical battles from medieval knights to what
appeared to be army soldiers circa World War II. On the mantle over the
fireplace were statues of horses in full gallop. He motioned for her to take a
seat on the large plush leather sofa.
“Your home is lovely.
I hate to sound crass, but what do you do for a living?”
Tristan joined her on
the sofa, sitting quite close. He turned sideways and his intense gaze drew her
in. He placed one elbow on the back of the sofa and rested his head on his
closed fist. Tristan's long hair created a sensual curtain of mystery and her
insides churned with desire from the effect.
“Family money mostly,
generations old.”
“Oh? From your pirate
past?” she teased.
“You could say that,
but also our transport business, which consists of trucks and ships. We have offices
all along the Atlantic Coast of North America, though this is our home base. I
am not really involved in the day-to-day activities. We have competent people
who take care of the business. I am more of a CEO.”
Katrina looked
around. She had no idea he was this prosperous and it made her a little uneasy.
She wasn’t used to this kind of affluence and he seemed so at ease in his
surroundings.
“You wanted to talk?”
she said.
He reached out with a
long, elegant finger and stroked her cheek, which set her ablaze.
“There are a lot of
things I want to do with you, but yes, talk first. About last night—”
She sucked air through
her teeth. Here it comes . Before she
could stop herself she began to babble as she usually did when she was nervous.
“I know it was just
sex, you don’t have to explain. And it wasn’t your fault the condom split, I
mean I am not on the pill but I am clean, I don’t think we have to worry about
pregnancy either and we can just end it here. I understand we hardly know each
other. I am only here until August 24th.”
“Quiet, sweeting.”
His hand cupped her cheek. The look on his face was indulgent affection and tenderness.
It was enough to make her swoon. “I have had multiple partners but been tested
recently. I am also clean. I am very careful, and what happened last night
never happened before. The experience was beyond anything I have ever
experienced, Katrina.”
She burrowed her
cheek into the warmth of his hand. “It was beyond for me as well.”
“What we shared is
very rare, and I want to explore it more. See you exclusively. Do you
understand what I am saying?” His voice was husky and full of emotion, the last
thing she expected from this cool, collected man.
“That we see no one
else—as long as I am here?” she whispered.
He smiled. “Exactly.
But I have things to tell you about myself before we go any further. Things I
share with no one. I want you to know about me, my family and my heritage. I
ask you keep an open mind.”
She glanced at him.
Tristan's brows were knotted in worry and concern. Jesus, what was he, in the
mafia? She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue dancing with his. She couldn't
stop herself. It grew heated very fast
and she was on her back before she could blink. His rock hard cock nestled
between her spread legs. Thank God she didn’t
A low feral moan came from deep within him, causing her to reply with a husky
moan of her own. He stepped back.
“We better go inside
before we make a spectacle of ourselves again.” He smiled.
Oh my. That stunning
smile was one of the best ones she had seen on anyone. It amped up his handsome
factor clear off the scale.
The house, like the
man himself, was gorgeous, classy and tasteful. He took her hand and led her
into a room opposite the one she had seen him standing in. The room had a huge
floor to ceiling stone fireplace and a low blaze burned in its hearth. Light
beiges and maroon shades added to the cozy ambiance of the living room. The
combination was entirely masculine and very Tristan. The walls were adorned
with oil paintings depicting historical battles from medieval knights to what
appeared to be army soldiers circa World War II. On the mantle over the
fireplace were statues of horses in full gallop. He motioned for her to take a
seat on the large plush leather sofa.
“Your home is lovely.
I hate to sound crass, but what do you do for a living?”
Tristan joined her on
the sofa, sitting quite close. He turned sideways and his intense gaze drew her
in. He placed one elbow on the back of the sofa and rested his head on his
closed fist. Tristan's long hair created a sensual curtain of mystery and her
insides churned with desire from the effect.
“Family money mostly,
generations old.”
“Oh? From your pirate
past?” she teased.
“You could say that,
but also our transport business, which consists of trucks and ships. We have offices
all along the Atlantic Coast of North America, though this is our home base. I
am not really involved in the day-to-day activities. We have competent people
who take care of the business. I am more of a CEO.”
Katrina looked
around. She had no idea he was this prosperous and it made her a little uneasy.
She wasn’t used to this kind of affluence and he seemed so at ease in his
surroundings.
“You wanted to talk?”
she said.
He reached out with a
long, elegant finger and stroked her cheek, which set her ablaze.
“There are a lot of
things I want to do with you, but yes, talk first. About last night—”
She sucked air through
her teeth. Here it comes . Before she
could stop herself she began to babble as she usually did when she was nervous.
“I know it was just
sex, you don’t have to explain. And it wasn’t your fault the condom split, I
mean I am not on the pill but I am clean, I don’t think we have to worry about
pregnancy either and we can just end it here. I understand we hardly know each
other. I am only here until August 24th.”
“Quiet, sweeting.”
His hand cupped her cheek. The look on his face was indulgent affection and tenderness.
It was enough to make her swoon. “I have had multiple partners but been tested
recently. I am also clean. I am very careful, and what happened last night
never happened before. The experience was beyond anything I have ever
experienced, Katrina.”
She burrowed her
cheek into the warmth of his hand. “It was beyond for me as well.”
“What we shared is
very rare, and I want to explore it more. See you exclusively. Do you
understand what I am saying?” His voice was husky and full of emotion, the last
thing she expected from this cool, collected man.
“That we see no one
else—as long as I am here?” she whispered.
He smiled. “Exactly.
But I have things to tell you about myself before we go any further. Things I
share with no one. I want you to know about me, my family and my heritage. I
ask you keep an open mind.”
She glanced at him.
Tristan's brows were knotted in worry and concern. Jesus, what was he, in the
mafia? She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue dancing with his. She couldn't
stop herself. It grew heated very fast
and she was on her back before she could blink. His rock hard cock nestled
between her spread legs. Thank God she didn’t
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