“Who are you texting?” King asks me as we drive to this place he calls the Marble House.

“Mistee from work. She’s all worried about me being stuck out of town.”

“Sorry about that,” he says.

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right…I’m not.”

Stop stressing. I’ll be back in a few days, but everything is good.

I had no idea things were that serious with that guy. I mean, you went out of town with him?

It was a family thing, my dad knows his aunt and we tagged along, now we all four are stuck.

Isn’t he really rich?

What’s that matter?

How does a rich person’s car break down?

It’s his aunt’s car. But it’s a hybrid and the charger for the battery went out or some stupid shit.

All right, well…you owe me.

No, I think you were indebted to me first.

She doesn’t text back and I tell King, “If anyone asks, we got stuck out of town with my dad and your aunt.”

“Who’s gonna ask me?”

“I don’t know, but that’s what I told my work.”

“Did you ever talk to your boss?”

“Yeah, I talked to him and he said he got the shifts covered, so I’m not gonna worry about it.”

“Good, you deserve a few days off.”

I smile, knowing deep down that he really has my best interests in mind. “So the place we’re staying at, is it by the Marble House?”

“Yeah, it’s not far. I can’t wait for you to see it all. This is what inspired me to become an architect.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I visited there when I was a kid and I knew right then what I wanted to do. I wanted to be known for creating and restoring buildings of this magnitude.”

“So, do you design and restore?”

“Yeah, it’s rare in my field to do both, but I couldn’t choose so I didn’t.”

“Which do you like better?”

“Restoration.”

“Do you do it more often?”

“About fifty-fifty, there’s something to be said about having a building of your own out there that one day someone else will have to restore.”

I can see the fire in his eye. This is what he really loves to do. This is the reason that he has been so lost in his work for so many years. I mean, he’s cut ties with his family, he said he hasn’t dated since college, he’s drowned himself in his work, and hearing the excitement in his voice tells me why.

“This is it,” he says, parking on the street next to the enormous white mansion.

“It looks like the White House.”

“It resembles it. Come on.” Eagerly he jumps out and then opens my door and we walk into this amazing place.

“How many rooms are in here?” I ask King as we enter through the front and look in both directions down the expansive halls.

“Fifty in total. It was built between 1888 and 1892.”

“Wow, that’s old. Has it been restored?”

“Nope, this is what something looks like when it’s taken care of.”

“It’s gorgeous.”

“It’s perfection, baby. This place is the staple for the design of mansions across the US.”

After King checks in with the clerk at the front, we are free to roam about. Going into the first room, my eyes are drawn to the ceiling. It is painted with the most beautiful cherub I’ve ever seen, surrounded by clouds and multiple layers of beveled gold. All the while, King is talking a million miles a minute, explaining everything so fast I can hardly understand him as we move through this stunning place.

Coming to the bottom of a massive staircase, we wander up it and into a room. I’m drawn to a wall of stained glass windows. “Are these original?” I ask him as I peek through them, looking out at the ocean. King takes his very stiff cock and presses it against my ass. “They are. God, I’m so hard for you.”

“Are you sure it’s me, or is it all the architectural talk?”

He reaches down with one hand and pinches my nipple firmly in between his fingers. I yelp in pain and he says, “It’s you, beautiful, always you. Walking with you as you strut around this place makes me want you.”

I look around the room we are in and ask him, “Are there cameras in here?”

“Would it matter if there were?” he responds coolly, already walking towards the door. Quietly, he closes it and I follow. The second he turns around, I press him against it, dropping to my knees.

“I guess it wouldn’t,” I tell him and wrestle his shaft out of his pants. Taking my hand, I grip the base, the same way he did the other day and push all the skin up, then lick and suck his tight balls before sinking down around him. This time I’m more eager though, knowing how much he likes this and how horny it makes me to please him. He’s already got one hand on my face guiding me up and down his length, and the other he wraps into the back of my hair.

‘That’s it, eat me up like a good girl,” he says and I shake my head, devouring all of him, breathing through my gag reflex. He takes both of his hands and grips my face, tilting so I’m looking up at him resting on the door of this stunning room. I’ve never felt better about creating such a sin. Letting go of his shaft, I give control over to him. He barrels in and out of my mouth. My pussy, eager and jealous. Reaching down, I rub myself and he tenses, then grunts far too loudly as he gives me his cum. I look up at him and see his eyes are on me touching myself, and both of his hands are still clutching my face as I suck him dry. Pulling away, I stand and he touches my pussy, kissing my neck. I push him away and he says, “Let me make you come.”

“No.”

“Please, I want to fuck you in here.” His eyes are heavy from coming and then someone opens the door. King keeps his back to them, as I stand facing the older gentleman, blocking his view of King putting his dick away. “You’re not allowed to close the doors.”

“I’m sorry, I was admiring the room, as a whole.” I can taste King on my breath and hope the man doesn’t sense anything strange. King drapes his arm over my shoulder as we walk out of the room and casually stroll down the hall.

“I think there are cameras in there,” he says as we go for the exit, and I could slap him. “Shut the fuck up,” I scoff, as we exit the front doors. He ignores my remark and I ask him, “Are you sure?”

Getting into his car, he says, “Probably not, but saying there were was my way of getting you out of there so I could fuck you and make you come.”