Chapter 11

Madison

It is a beautiful day and I can tell it will be a hot one.

Most of the morning is already spent on conversations with the guys and Piper.

Fingers are looking for something to do, but I don’t feel like writing or doing business plans.

I see the car under the awning and remember the french dresser I planned to work on.

Just the distraction I’m looking for.

I change into my working clothes and go down to the garage.

The doors are fully opened but the garage is nice and cool.

I lay out the tools I will use and assess how I am going to tackle the work.

First I take out all the drawers and remove all the hardware. After that I start sanding the body. I was just finished with the flat surfaces and planned on starting with the ornamented sections, when I hear a car honk.

Removing my goggles and the facial mask I pop my head out of the garage, certain that I’m hearing things.

But no, there is a car in front of my gate.

A car that looks suspiciously familiar from yesterday.

I’m no car buff, but it is not everyday when you see an all graphite black Lamborghini SUV.

Gate clicks and starts sliding and I’m not surprised to see Liam is the driver.

However I am surprised to see him now, he is hours early.

I point to the second spot under the awning and he parks there.

My Mini looks ridiculously small in comparison to his huge car.

He saunters out of the car and grins at me.

I look like shit in my old, stained and dust covered work clothes.

Not the date look I was going for.

“You’re driving a Lambo?” I tease as he opens the trunk.

I’m awarded with an incredulous look.

“Don’t call him a Lambo, he gets offended” Liam responds while removing shopping bags from the car.

Deciding to completely ignore the part where he addressed his car as a he, I ask him, “Aren’t you a little early?”

Liam is still shuffling various bags out of the car and I like how the scene looks.

He finally stops pulling out bags and turns to me with his hands full.

“No, thank you I don’t need any help here. Please don’t even bother to help open the front door to the house, I can manage it all by myself.”

He ignores my question and responds with a pretended victim act.

“I’m all dirty here. I can’t go into the house like this.”

I shrug my shoulders while he closes the distance between us.

“I had nothing better to do, so I thought we might start our date a little early.”

I sizzle, not from the heat of the day but from his look.

This is all it takes for me to completely forget all my problems.

“What happened with the work emergency?” I ask him.

“I have a team of great people, everything was and is being handled and we are ok. No major damage,” he explains.

“I’ll get all of this to the kitchen, you just continue doing whatever you were doing.”

He winks at me and leaves in the direction of the house entrance.

I’m left standing alone and puzzled. Should I get cleaned and join him?

Most girls wouldn't be caught dead in this setup. I sure as hell know that I’m not going to be able to work down here, knowing he is upstairs.

Anyhow, I can't go into the house covered in 10 layers of dust. I usually just take off my clothes in the garage and use the outside shower to wash the dust of my body before I use the stairs next to the pool to go upstairs.

Usually, I do that naked.

A wicked idea forms in my head.

I take off my dirty clothes and wash the dust of my body and my hair using the outside shower. Dripping with water I take the outside stairs to the upper level and walk past the pool in the direction of the house.

I know I have to go through the living area where Liam is industriously putting away the groceries he brought.

As I approach I can see that his back is turned to me as he pops open two bottles of beer and chugs from one of them.

As he does it, he turns in my direction.

Freezes seeing me at the patio naked and chokes on his beer.

“I told you I can’t go into the house all covered in dust.”

I tell him on my way to the bathroom.

Well that felt good.

In the bathroom I take one of the towels and pat the water dripping from my hair.

The bathroom doors are slightly open and I see him in the mirror as he tentatively approaches.

“You are aware that I am just a man?” he asks me softly as he gets closer.

I swallow and my nipples stand in attention.

My back is still turned to him and I watch him in the mirror.

With the tips of his fingers he touches my shoulder and gently kisses the back of my neck.

Finally!

Gentle tickle of his beard is contrasted by the soft touch of his lips.

Fuck this feels so good!

Holding my wet hair he turns my head to him and his lips touch mine.

A soft, tender touch followed by a forceful and demanding kiss.

I welcome it and respond in the same way. I want more of him.

As our kiss deepens, we both moan in satisfaction.

I wonder how a kiss can be so good that I’m almost ready to come just from the feeling of his tongue penetrating my mouth.

I need his body closer to mine so I arch my ass into him.

We continue kissing mindlessly while one of his hands traces the outline of my breast.

His fingers find my hardened nipple as he gently teases it.

He turns me around and backs me against the bathroom sink.

Bending down he kisses my breasts.

I’m so wet right now and the need in my core is building.

I need him inside me.

His hand leaves my breast and trails down my stomach to the edge of my core.

I need him to go deeper.

But he pulls his hand, breaks our kiss and slowly leans back from me licking his lips.

“Impatient, are we?” he taunts me.

I look at him just trying to catch my breath.

“So perfect,” he whispers looking into my eyes.