Toasty (Cozy #2) - Alexa Riley Page 0,15

“I’m not through with you yet.”

Chapter 8

Myra

I can hear my phone ringing in the distance but my eyes are too heavy to open. I snuggle into the warm bed and let out a contented sigh. My body feels… Before I can finish that thought my eyes spring open. My body feels good but it’s pregnant; I’m pregnant. Not only that, I’m with Kace. I don’t remember much after he carried me inside.

He’d been so starved I don’t know how many times he made me cum with his mouth between my legs, but he couldn't get enough. Over and over he’d demand one more. Then I’m pretty sure I blacked out from pleasure. Is that possible? Either way, my body was only able to take so much and I tried to get as many as I could before I passed out. He’d been right when he said I touched myself. I would try and find the same pleasure he gave me that night in the limo but it was never there no matter how many times I tried. The second Kace touched me, my body responded to what it had been craving.

I look around the giant bedroom and it’s breathtakingly beautiful. I’m in a massive bed with white fluffy blankets and a big fur is thrown across the end of it. Off to one side is a sitting area with a beautiful purple velvet sofa and an ottoman table. There’s a vase on it that has purple roses that match the sofa and a silver-framed mirror etched with intricate vines sits behind it. I glance to the center of the room where a fire burns in the fireplace and my eyes can’t keep up as I take in the crown molding and pictures that hang on the walls. I thought this was Kace’s house.

I knew from the garage it wasn't his penthouse, but this is not what I pictured the inside of his home to look like. His office was cold and nothing but blacks and grays. Everything in it had a purpose or it was gone. When I first started working for him I had to stop by his place in the city and it was the same as his office. It had been a long time since I was requested to go there to grab things or stop by because I needed something signed immediately. My sister thought I was a workaholic but I have nothing on Kace. He was there before I got in and still there after I left. I tried to outlast him but it was pointless. I think he made sure he was always the first in and the last out.

This place is decorated so beautifully and somehow it feels familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen most of these things before but not all together. I want to see more and go exploring. If this is only the bedroom, the rest of the place is going to be spectacular.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed but stop when I see my wrist is tied to something. “What the hell?” I pull on the soft material and it looks like a tie.

“You’re only making the knot worse.” I look up as Kace comes walking out of the bathroom in only a pair of loose sweatpants with my phone in his hand.

“Give me that.” When did he get my phone?

“Do you want your phone or your freedom?” He smirks and his eyes dance with mischief.

I scrunch my face. This is weird. I have no idea what’s going on and he’s acting so different. I’d be a liar if I didn't admit to enjoying it. Getting to spar with him is so much better now that he isn't my boss.

“Are you teasing me?”

Kace doesn't tease or joke.

“I do enjoy when your kitten claws come out. You should see my back.” My mouth falls open. Did I do something to his back or is he teasing me again?

“You tease and dirty talk now? I think there’s something wrong with you.” I pull on my wrist. This isn't the Kace I know. “Is this your place or is it rented?” I fire off questions one after another.

“Place is mine.” He pulls at the knot and my wrist is free. He stops and kisses it and I think about telling him it doesn't hurt, but this gentle sweet side does things to me. Would he be the kind of father who kisses our kids’ boo-boos to make them