Arrogant Bastard - Julie Capulet Page 0,59

rasped edge. “Well, I’ll start with your sassy little mouth. I’ll kiss you and devour you until you’re all hot and very wet. I’ll peel off all your clothes and I’ll bite your ripe little nipples until you squeal. But I won’t relent. I’ll hold you down and torture you, sucking on you, taking my time, until you’re almost coming. Then—and this is where I’ll be absolutely relentless—I’ll kiss my way down to your sweet pussy, eating you with my greedy mouth until you’re coming with my tongue inside you. I’m fucking voracious, baby. And with every peak of your orgasm, I’ll play your clit to make the pleasure last longer, so you’ll come even harder. I’ll get you nice and wet and ready for me to fuck you with my big, bursting cock. In every position. Until there’s no part of you I haven’t tasted and possessed as much as I fucking want.”

Gage meets my shock with a self-satisfied, wolfish grin. Then he leans closer, murmuring into my ear. “You like my dirty mouth, don’t you, baby?” He nips my earlobe. “You love how hard I am for you. You want to touch my big cock and feel how hot and hard I am for you, I can see that. I bet you’re already wet for me. I bet if I slid my fingers inside your panties right now, you’d be all soft and wet and juicy like the sweetest fruit in the world, isn’t that right? You’re just aching for me to eat you real good and make you come, aren’t you, Luna?”

God.

Yes.

“And I’m going to find out exactly how wet you are for me very soon. But first you’re going to open these.”

It take me a second to regain my composure. I am wet. Very wet. My panties and my tight shorts are clinging to me. And my heart is beating fast.

Relaxed and smug as hell, he hands me the wrapped package.

Not at all recovered, I rip the paper off. It’s a brand new MacBook Pro, an iPhone and an iPad, all the newest models. “Gage. This is too much.” It’s true my old iPhone 6 doesn’t have enough storage to download any new apps, or even take more photos. I haven’t had a chance to buy more cloud storage.

“You’ll need those to keep in touch with Josie more reliably and also to communicate with the contractors, builders and designers. These devices are fully loaded with all the software you’ll need, including the architecture and design programs, so you can work with them to create the exact look you want. The teams arrive at ten a.m. on Thursday. Some of them are flying in from around the country.”

“Teams?”

“Yes. Now open the envelope.”

I do, and slide out a stack of papers. “What is this?”

“I spoke to the bank manager yesterday. Actually, he’s the CEO.”

“On a Sunday?”

“Yes.” He’s Gage McCabe, I remember. Investment prodigy and money-making genius. Of course they’ll talk to him on a Sunday. “We’re changing the name, by the way.” His arrogance is back, in full force.

“You changed it without even asking me? Why would you do that?” Damn him and his 51%! “What did you change it to?”

“Luna’s.”

I don’t know whether to be furious or absolutely touched. “Luna’s?”

“Yes. Read it out loud.”

Not entirely forgiving him, I start reading. “‘This title confirms that Luna C. LaRoux is the rightful owner and shareholder of ninety-nine percent of Luna’s, formerly the Sea Breeze, including real estate, buildings, outbuildings, fittings and chattels, with one percent retained by Gage McCabe of McCabe Enterprises …'” I stop reading. “Gage. I don’t—”

“I retained one percent so I can invest in the business without having to gift it. It’s easier.”

“But … I can’t afford to pay you out … or take on that big of a mortgage.”

“There’s no mortgage. I bought it. It’s yours. I meant everything I said, honey. That bet was a terrible idea, by the way. I had to make sure you have no reason to keep any distance from me whatsoever.”

I can’t believe what he’s telling me. “You bought the whole thing?”

“Yes. For you. And there are two more contracts there. Read the next one.”

I leaf through to the next bundle of papers. But it’s blurry. My eyes are pooling with tears. “I can’t.”

Gage takes the papers and sets them aside. He lifts me onto his lap. Oh God. His cock is literally gigantic and as hard as granite. “I’ll tell you what they say, then. You know the