As he embedded his finger inside of me and stroked my swollen clit with his tongue, my body shuddered as I placed my hand over my mouth to shield the noises that were about to come from me. My heart rate quickened as the gratifying climax happened, leaving me to grip his shoulders for support as my legs steadily shook. Simon stood up and cupped the back of my neck as his wet mouth crashed into mine, devouring me, leaving little room for breath.

“It’s time for dinner.” He smiled as he bent down and pulled up my panties, taking my hand and leading me out of the library.

Simon pulled out the chair for me and I sat down at the elegant table that was fitted for eight people. A man in a chef’s uniform approached and set down a plate in front of me. A plate that consisted of some kind of chicken in a cream sauce, fresh green beans, roasted potatoes, and a side salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing.

“This looks and smells delicious.” I lay my napkin in my lap.

“I’m sure you need a drink now after that.” Simon winked as he poured me a glass of wine.

My cheeks heated because I knew that wasn’t the end of it for the night. I was sure he had many other things for us planned sexually and I was getting excited just thinking about it. Thoughts of other women crept into my mind. Did he do this sort of thing with all the women he’d been with? Of course he did, and I would be stupid to think otherwise. We ate dinner and talked about Young International and the plans for his new hotel. After we finished, Simon took me outside to the back to view his property. It was simply breathtaking. Pavers made up the enormously large patio where a breathtaking infinity pool sat in the middle, surrounded by in-ground lights and potted plants. Patio furniture was scattered around, ranging from fancy lounge chairs to small bistro sets. Looking over the large trees and beautifully sculpted shrubbery was Lake Washington, the focal point of the property.

“This is simply beautiful. I’ll be honest with you,” I said as I turned and looked at him, “I would have expected a much bigger house from you.”

“You don’t think seven thousand square feet is big enough?” He smirked.

“I do. But...I don’t know. I pegged your house to be one of those you walk into and it looks like a museum.”

He laughed. “I like comfort and peace. This house is very peaceful and comfortable. I also want my guests to feel comfortable and not like they’re not allowed to touch anything.”

“I like it.”

Simon walked over to the outdoor bar and poured me another glass of wine. “Another?”

“Thank you.”