Kiki's Millionaire (15 page)

“I got a call from Cal today.”

“Cal? What could he possibly—“

She held her hand up and offered her other foot.
“You’re not supposed to interrupt.”

“Right. Sorry.” His attention was on what she was
saying, but he was hard-pressed not to use his hands to grab her and kiss the
stuffing out of her. Instead, he worked the buckle.

“Anyway, I heard from Cal. He wanted to talk to me
about Isabella.”

Jim’s head popped up. There were shadows from the
streetlights moving rhythmically over her face: shadow, light, shadow, light,
like a strobe. He couldn’t make out her expression.

“You and I haven’t talked about her, Jim, but we
should. I was told that you were still harboring a deep love for her, one that
you’d never get over.”

He opened his mouth, remembered his agreement to keep
silent, and shut it again. Who the hell had let that little tidbit out to stink
like bad meat?

“Cal didn’t tell me that. His girlfriend Ginny did.
So, I’ve been thinking all this time that you could never really want me because
you were really wanting Isabella. I could never be good enough.”

Jim shook his head, kicking himself for not telling
her about Isabella long ago. They should have discussed his feelings and his
recovery from her death. It was his fault that Kiki had gotten the wrong idea.
He finished with the buckle but kept her foot prisoner.

“I should have just asked you, Jim. I owe you an
apology for that. And for one other thing: I was wrong about the donation to
Wildwood. I heard the report from your press conference about your donations to
lots of schools. Why didn’t you tell me?”

He moved his hand up her smooth leg to her thigh; the
skirt of her dress slid silkily over his knuckles as he caressed her warm skin.
“I only just found out. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t return my calls.
And then I had this product release event so I couldn’t just find you and force
you to listen.”

She hung her head and squirmed in the leather seat.
“I’ve been stupid.”

“No.” He touched her other leg and captured both of
her thighs. “You’ve been cautious. You’ve been angry at me. I could have made
matters better. I thought you hated my money so much that you weren’t going to
see past it. I tried, but I should have tried harder.”

“Forgive me?”

“Only if you’ll let me kiss you.”

She smiled. “I think that can be arranged.” Sliding
over in the seat, she put her hands on Jim’s face. Her palms were warm on his
cheeks, her lips parted slightly and glossy. He wrapped his hands in her hair
and brought her closer.

Their kiss was incendiary. All the pent up emotion Jim
felt was loosed on her mouth, her tongue. He took her small buoy and made it
his life raft. When he heard her groan of pleasure, he took her lower lip in
his teeth and gave it a nip before releasing her.

“I think I deserve a spanking.”

“No punishment for you, Kiki. If I spank you, it’ll be
to tell you how sexy you are, how much you mean to me. It will be because I
love you, Kitten Kimberly Ann Mackenzie.”

He watched tears form in her eyes and one escaped to
be caught by his thumb.

“God, Jim. I love you, too. I love you so much!”

Jim cupped her breasts gently, then with some
pressure. He wriggled the top of her dress down until they popped free. When he
suckled, she gasped and held him tight against her. He could feel her hair
brush the seat behind her as she threw back her head.

His cock was raging.

She pushed him away, and for a moment he thought she
was rejecting him. Pain shot through him like an arrow. But it wasn’t a
rejection. She crawled up in his lap, straddling his legs. Her hands went to
his fly and within moments she’d released his throbbing prick.

He pushed the skirt of her dress up to her waist and
tucked it into the dress’ belt then gave her a resounding smack on her bottom.
She hissed, then kissed him passionately.

Once again he spanked her as she fitted him into her
wet, tight sheath. He slid deep, squeezing her warm ass cheeks. Another few
smacks and she whimpered, her hips starting to rock him in, out, deep, shallow.

She picked up speed as did his spanks. Her pussy was
so wet, her bottom so hot and getting hotter with each of his slaps. He took
one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked and nipped, until she was sobbing
and panting.

More smacks on her bottom and he could tell she was
ready to come. The agony of holding back, waiting for her to get satisfaction
was almost over. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock bouncing off the
back of her quim.

She began to keen and he gave her one more mighty
swat, then pressed her hips down, filling her to capacity, as she squeezed
around his dick like a glove. His release came a moment later, and it surged over
him hard, leaving him panting against her breast.

Her voice shook as she whispered in his ear. “I love
your spankings, Jim. And I love you.”

“No more misunderstandings between us, Kiki. Or I’ll
spank you so hard…”

“Promises, promises. Ow!”

He gave her one more blistering spank. There were
always more where that came from.

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