Chapter 1
One and A Half Years Later
Dane
“That’s it. Take it, Brenda.” I grab her ass, swatting it three times, loving how fucking red it got. I rub the heated skin then thrust into her from behind. We’re here early, and well we didn’t get to finish what we started this morning. I have her sprawled out over the drafting table with her ass in the air. I climb my hands up her perfect body, cupping her magnificent tits. “Keep it down, legs. I don’t want these fucks hearing you come,” I warn her.
She twists her head to look at me with an arched brow and scolds me while circling her hips. “It’s your fault if they do. You started something you should have finished before we left.” Fuck, she’s right, but I’m not going to tell her that. I love being in my wife. I could stay inside her all day long. We’ve been married for a year and five months, and I hope this need for each other never ends.
“I have a meeting. Didn’t want to be late,” I grunt out, pumping into her.
“We can’t have that now,” Brenda squeaks out as she focuses on holding onto the drafting table. Reaching around, I cup her breasts and pluck on her hard nipples through her top. I know what’s coming as her pace changes. She loves when I play with her breasts. Fuck, I love them, too. Brenda clasps her hands to her mouth as her orgasm hits. The walls of her tight pussy suck my cock deep inside, squeezing my shaft until I come with her. “What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Harris?”
She turns her head, looking back at me and smiling sensually, she says, “Lots of bad things, I hope.”
“Later,” I promise, pulling out of her warmth. I hate the distance it creates between us. Insanely, I need my wife more than she even understands. I want to be with her all day, but life isn’t like that. I grumble, “I have to go back to work, damn it.” Tucking myself back in, I reach in my back pocket, pulling out my favorite bandana and press it to her sore pussy. Unable to resist the sight in front of me, I bend down and kiss her ass. “I love your sexy ass.” Then give it a swat and rub before helping her slide her panties up and her skirt down over her backside.
“I know you do.” We hear tires riding over the gravel. “Oh shit, there’s the first vehicle pulling in.” I think we need a vacation again. It’s been over a year since our honeymoon.
“I’m glad we’re done. Let’s go and wash up.” We wash our hands when the bell for the office rings. Who the hell would be here this early? Benedict is off with his wife, Mira on a mini-vacation. Their son Benjamin is with Ben’s parents.
I go out to see, and it’s a guy I’ve never seen. It’s probably the client I’m supposed to meet in half an hour. He looks about forty years old or maybe a little older which would fit the information that Ben gave me on the client. I look at my watch. Fuck, it’s only five minutes. Wow, we were going at it longer than I thought. Time flies when you’re having fun, I guess. I laugh to myself. I jog down the few steps out of the office to meet him. He smiles and sticks out his hand. “Hello, I’m Jones.”
“Hello, I’m Dane Harris. Please come inside, and we can get to business.” I lead him inside and into my office. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Sure.” I walk to the door and call for Brenda. She came right away. “My client is here. Can you start a pot of coffee?”
“Already on it. It should be done in five minutes.” I give her a wink, and she turns around to get things together. She usually gets the coffee started, and we grab our own, but when we have clients, she makes it and helps serve.
“You have a secretary?”
“Actually, she’s the boss’s assistant and my wife.”
“Must be hard working with a spouse all day.”
“Not at all. I love working with her. Besides we don’t see that much of each other once the day kicks off. Now let’s discuss this project you’re looking for.”
He leans forward with an enthusiastic smile on his face. I’m guessing he’s very excited for whatever he wants to be done. Hopefully, it isn’t some crazy shit that’s nearly impossible to complete. “Okay, I want a personal bar in my basement,” he says with an animated expression.
I nod and return the smile because clients need to feel like you share some of their enthusiasm. “Sweet. What are you looking for in the layout?”
He rubs his chin, gathering his thoughts. He takes a long pause before saying, “I’m thinking Prohibition era type of style.”
“Like a speakeasy?” I ask, trying to confirm the concept. There are plenty of ways to build one, but they can be time-consuming if he wants a lot of authentic pieces or designs from the era. I have a few samples that we have for the concept. One of which, we built last year.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m looking for.” He claps his hands together.
“Sounds cool. Is your basement unfinished or finished?”
“I just bought the house. The basement is unfinished. The foundation is all that is there.” He leans back, and that’s when Brenda walks in with a tray of coffee cups, cream, and sugar.
“Thanks, Brenda. Let me introduce you to Noah Jones.” I turn my gaze to Jones whose eyes are on my wife. I let out a low rumble from my chest. “Mr. Jones, this is my wife, Brenda Harris.” Brenda sticks out her hand, and he shakes it a little too long for my own tastes.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I can see why he doesn’t find it hard to work alongside you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jones.” Brenda presses her hand to the desk and looks down at me. “Thank you too, Mr. Harris.”
“You’re welcome,” I growl out, nearly kissing her pouty red lips. Fuck, I can’t believe she put on more makeup. I purposely kissed that shit away this morning. Not that I mind her wearing makeup, but I mind it around other men. I know where my mind goes with those stunning red lips. I’d have to kill a fuck for looking at her like that. “Can you get your tablet and join us? We’re about to head out to his property.”
“Sure thing. I’ll be back in twenty seconds.” She scurries out of the room, and instead of watching her sexy ass, I’m staring at Jones who watched her walk away for a second before he realized where he was.
“My wife is special. And only mine.” That was the only warning I was going to give the fuck.
She comes back in and takes a seat next to Jones in front of my desk. Needing to get this over with so I don’t go crazy, I continue where we left off. “Okay. So we’ll need to do the framing and then the insulation. Are you looking for any kind of hidden doors for your booze? You know like they would have had? Walls that flip into something else to hide the bar and stuff.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to have. Space enough for some kegs of beer maybe.”
“Are you going to want a whole cooling and refrigeration system like a standard bar or are you looking for regular coolers?
“We’re going to have to take a drive over there to get a thorough look and measurements. What is your budget?"
“No more than forty-K.” That’s a high figure. We’ll definitely be able to get everything done. I wonder what this guy does for a living, but it would be rude to ask.
“Sounds good. That should be plenty. And when do you want this done?”
“What’s your standard turn around time?”
“Two months from design, supply orders, and installation. It can go faster if you agree with our designs and if nothing has to be ordered from overseas. That in itself can take time.”
“That works. I want it to be a great place to entertain.”
“Okay, how about we drive out there?”
“I’m ready when you are.” He directs his response to me which is good. I didn’t miss the subtle glances at my wife’s sexy legs in her heels.
“Do you want me to come with?” she asks, looking up from her notes.
I nod. “Yes, I’ll need you to take notes.” It’s what Ben would do. It’s not usually my job to do this kind of thing, so it’s nice to have an expert do it.
“Won’t your boss need you?”
“He’s on a mini-vacation with his wife. I’m all Dane’s,” she answers, implying so much more than just work. Damn, I love my woman.
We get our things and meet him out in the work yard. “We’ll be back in about two hours,” I inform the crew.
“Okay. We have a load of blocks coming today. We’ll unload them, but where do you want them. Space is getting tight.”
“Put them right outside the office to the left of the staircase.”
“I’ll order pizza for lunch on our way back.”
“That works of us.” I take Brenda’s hand and lead her to my truck. I want to give him another warning that she’s mine, but I can’t risk letting a client get away because I’m a jealous husband.
“What’s wrong, Dane?” she asks the second I close the truck door.
“I’m trying not to kill the bastard for staring at you. You’re mine.”
“That I am. Don’t worry, I’m not going to run off with anyone. You’re stuck with me.”
“Thank fuck for that, but he needs to keep his eyes and hands away from you, or I’ll beat his ass.”
“Don’t cost Ben a client because of me. He’ll never let you do an estimate and contract alone again.”
“Then I’ll be on my best behavior.”
For the rest of the day, Jones and I behave ourselves, and I don’t get myself fired or charged with murder. Now to celebrate with my bride.