Conklin's Corruption (#3) (Conklin's Trilogy) (5 page)

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I placed the last dish in the dishwasher and headed towards our new bathroom.  I think it was one of Becca’s favorite parts of the house.  We had a wonderful view of Lake Michigan.  The moon lit the gentle waves of the water and the lightness of the sand.  I walked through the master bedroom while taking off my tie.  Typically the first thing I did was change my clothes.  I hated wearing the fancy suits and shoes.  If it were up to me, I would wear basketball shorts and t-shirts the rest of my life.

By the time I made it into the bathroom, my eye softened at the sight of Becca completely relaxed in the bathtub, located in the center of the circular room surrounded by floor to ceiling windows.  Maybe it was odd to have that many windows in a bathroom, but we didn’t have any neighbors.

Bubbles surrounded her body as candles were lit and placed on a rectangular sofa table.  Her eyes were closed as she rested her head on the back of the tub, her hair piled high on top of her head, tendrils escaping down her cheeks.  She looked calm and at ease.  I almost didn’t want to disturb her.

Almost.

I proceeded to silently unbutton my shirt, not wanting to infringe on her tranquility.  Dropping my shirt to the floor, I knelt behind the white porcelain tub and my hands found her shoulders.  She jumped at first but then relaxed again.  I wasn’t going to jump in with her, not unless she asked.  I was craving a shower, personally, and I had other plans for our reunion. 

“This is nice,” she sighed, tilting her head to the side.  I couldn’t help but take her invitation, running my nose along her neck.  “Are you going to join me?”

“I won’t intrude on your quiet time.  I just thought I’d rub your shoulders for a while then hop in the shower.”

Her hands found mine, stopping their motion.  She leaned her head to the side then moved one hand to my cheek, pulling my face to hers.  Her kiss was soft and sensual, gently stroking our tongues in a slow rhythmic beat.  It was sweet and loving and a constant reminder of why I fell in love with my Becs to begin with.  She was attentive and caring, everything I craved my entire life but didn’t realize it until I found her.

She pulled her head back to look into my eyes, still cradling my face with her hand.  Her eyes formed big saucers as she stroked the stubble along my jaw.  “Please,” she whispered softly.

How could I say no?  I stood and removed the rest of my clothing, not missing the look of satisfaction on her face.

Yeah, you own me, my love
.  She slid forward, exposing her beautiful back, silently asking me to sit behind her.  I sunk into the nice warm water, my legs finding their place on the outside of hers, using my hands to pull her back to my front.  She giggled when I did so.

“Do you enjoy having me wrapped around your pretty little finger?”  I teased, kissing her neck.

She giggled again then held her left hand above the water, exposing her Cartier princess cut diamond engagement ring.  “I enjoy having this wrapped around my finger.”

I smirked into her neck and pulled her hand to my lips, kissing her fingers and the diamond that represented her agreement to be my wife.  “I enjoy it too.  Means you’re going to be mine forever,” I murmured, nipping her finger.

I heard her sharp intake of breath from my teeth gently wrapping around her finger.  “I missed you, Ty,” she said in a low and very enticing voice.  My dick was responding faster than my words, meeting her backside.

I let go of her hands and palmed her chest.  Fuck, they were so perfect.  They molded into my hands, and I couldn’t help but start massaging them.

“And now I can tell you missed me,” she giggled, wiggling her body against mine.

“Yes.  I believe certain parts of our bodies need to become reacquainted,” I said, beginning to suck on her neck.  She moaned with pleasure, arching her back and pushing her chest into my hands.

“What did you do at work today,” I asked between kissing and sucking her perfect skin.

She let out a low groan.  “Meetings.”

I traced my tongue up her neck and to her ear, nipping her ear lobe.  “Meetings with who?”  Talking about our days while feeling each other up was such a turn on to me.  Something about how her voice would get those little gasps whenever I would touch an extra sensitive nerve.  But the second I asked with whom, her whole body stiffened and her back straightened.  I reluctantly dropped my hands from her breasts and to her waist.

“I met with the artist for ArtPrize.”

“Anyone else?” I slowly asked.

She cautiously turned and sat back on the opposite side of the tub, pulling her knees to her chest and biting her lip nervously.

“What?” I asked in confusion.

“I met with Lee Chino today.”

It took all of me to not freak the fuck out when she said his name.  Why was she meeting with him?  Only RJ, Nathan, or I met with him.  He wasn’t a typical client, and I sure as hell wouldn’t allow him to meet with Will, especially Becca.  That man was dangerous.  I couldn’t pinpoint it, but RJ and I were pretty damn sure Chino was the one behind the tear gas incident at my mother’s Valentine’s Day fundraiser.  RJ wouldn’t give me any specifics on why he thought Chino was behind it, but I could read RJ. Any miniscule warm feelings about him and his piss poor attempt to be a father had melted into scorching lava.  I was going to be a big molten wave of rage the second I saw him Monday morning.  His ass better be ready for my wrath.  I didn’t want Lee Chino within a 500 mile radius of my Becs.

Keeping my face composed and unreadable, I went to respond to Becca.  I didn’t want her to think anything was up with Chino.  She didn’t need to feel scared around him, even though I was terrified for her to have any type of interaction with the biggest cocaine dealer in the Midwest.

“Something wrong with meeting with Lee Chino?” I asked quietly.

She fidgeted and stared down at the bubbles.  “You tell me.”

I had my mouth in a thin line.  I needed to be careful how I reacted to her.  She could read me like a book most days.  “I understand why you’d be nervous.  He’s a very well known figure.  I’m sure you handled it fine.”

Good answer.
  Yeah, hopefully she fell for it.

Becca’s eyes met mine.  She was doing it.  Trying to read into my expression.  “I don’t trust him.  And I think you feel the same way.”

I sighed and cocked my head.  “Yeah, he does seem kind of sleazy, but most men of his stature are.  It will be fine.  I’m sure you had him eating out of the palm of your hand.”  I reached for her foot, gently tugging it so her knee would pull from her grasp.  She reluctantly let go, allowing me to bring her foot into my hands so I could start massaging.

She relaxed.  My lack of interest seemed to work. 

“I wouldn’t say that.  He did seem to have good intentions with this project.”

I cocked my head to the side.  Good intentions?  “What exactly would that be?”

She settled further into the tub, closing her eyes as I kneaded the arch of her foot.  “He’s building more furniture warehouses.  He wants to bring that part of Grand Rapids back.  It’d be good for the city.”

Shit, he was actually going to build warehouses.  Now I really needed to keep an eye on Mitch.  “I see.  So is this your account to handle from now on?”

She let out a pleasing groan as I brought my left hand up her calf, massaging further.  “No, I was just filling in for Will.  He’s going to be in charge of the account.”

“Good.”  Her eyes flew open.  Maybe I said that too fast.  “I mean, you have a lot on your plate.  Chino’s project sounds like a big account to add to your load.”

Her leg tensed along with the rest of her body as she straightened her posture.  “What does that mean?  Are you saying I couldn’t handle that big of an account?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why can’t I handle it?  I don’t have that much going on,” she grumbled.

“Becs, you were just talking about how you were stressed about the wedding and the house,” I said nervously.

“That has nothing to do with work.”

Fuck.  I was digging a hole.  Blinking a few times, I went to my best way to distract her.  I gripped her foot and pulled it to my mouth, gently kissing her toes and giving her big soft eyes. 

She took a sharp breath as her mouth dropped open.

“You’re right.  You could handle it,” I said as I nipped her big toe.  “Forgive me?”

She closed her eyes briefly at the intimate contact.  “I guess.”

Hole averted. 

“Shall we continue this in the shower?” I asked, picturing her delicious naked body beaded with water.

She smirked.  “Mmm, I think I’ll just get ready for bed.”

I scowled.  Was she toying with me?

She giggled and pulled her foot away to climb out of the tub.  “Don’t worry. I’ll be waiting for you.”

I gave her a lopsided smile, quickly turning to watch her throw her robe over her body.  I couldn’t wait to get out of the shower and show her how much I missed her.

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I quickly washed my body and hair, trying to ignore the massive hard on Becs gave me just by flirting.  I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.  Shutting off the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried off.  I pondered how I should play tonight.  Should I tease her or not?  She was in a playful mood, I could tell that much.  I went into the closet and threw on a pair of blue boxers.  If all went well, they would be off my body in no time but would be enough to help with the game I wanted to play with her.

I walked into our nautical themed bedroom to find Becca sprawled on her stomach on the fresh white sheets reading an architecture magazine.  She was wearing one of my white shirts, and sweet Jesus, she had on a pair of white lacy boy short undies.  My eyes were glued to the delectable curve of her ass cheeks.  Teasing her might be harder than I thought.  I got the urge to focus on my favorite part of my Becs as I crawled on the bed over top of her.

“That was a speedy shower,” she flirted.

“It was.  Take off your shirt.  I want to continue your massage from the bath,” I commanded, anxious to see her tanned skin.  I sat back on the bed, patiently waiting for her to obey. 

She sat up on her knees facing away from me as she slowly pulled the shirt over her head.  My eyes greedily took in her bare skin and how her long, sun-kissed brown hair cascaded down her back.  Fuck me, she was beautiful.  She started to reach for her panties, but I grabbed her wrists from behind.  “I want you to keep these on,” I whispered in her ear.  A shiver went down her spine from my voice.  “Lay back on your stomach.”

She relaxed into the bed, throwing the magazine to the side and resting her head on her arms.  I straddled the back of her knees, my hands anxious to make patterns on her skin. My palms kneaded the backs of her thighs as my eyes were glued to her perfect ass.  She had put back on some of the weight she had lost in December, and it all came back into her firm ass.  It was mouthwateringly perfect.

She groaned as my hands came just below her behind, my thumbs grazing her sex.  She arched her back slightly but quickly put her stomach back flat on the mattress.  My palms pressed up her spine and to her neck, rubbing and kneading out any of the tension that remained from the day.  I glided my hands back down but this time stopped on her beautiful ass.  I grabbed each globe and firmly flexed my hands.  Each cheek fit perfectly in my grasp, and the urge to nuzzle her skin was growing.  I wanted to take her from behind, but all in due time.  She needed to be primed and ready.  I liked to wait until she begged for it.  She pushed her behind back into my hands as my thumbs grazed her sex again then back down the inside of her thighs.  She groaned with pleasure when I squeezed harder.

My nostrils flared as I stared down at my hands molding with her skin.  My breathing was becoming deeper, and my dick was roaring and ready to go, pressing against her thigh.

Why did I put on my boxers again?

I shook my head; I needed to slow down and not get ahead of myself.  Becs needed to be dripping for me before I greedily took her. 

“That feels so good, Ty,” she murmured.

I smirked to myself.  She was getting there.  I slid my hands back up her back then slowly traced my fingertips back down, hooking her lacy panties in my fingers and pulling them down her backside and thighs to her feet.

I was throbbing now, eager to move inside of her.  The sight of her bare ass made me crazy with lust.

I yanked down my boxers and tossed them to the floor, straddling her thighs again.  I felt her shiver as our bare skin touched.  I firmly placed each palm on her butt again, kneading even harder than before.  Becca moaned louder and attempted to spread her legs farther apart, but I had her thighs pinned down with my weight.

“Ty,” she whimpered.

Oh yes Becs.  Just wait a little longer.  I shook my hands slightly, watching her skin move, making my mouth water with hunger.  The carnal caveman in me was awakened, and the need to nip and kiss her overcame me.  I brushed my thumbs along her sex again and felt her arousal.  Then her scent hit my nose.