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She kept looking in the mirror. She was looking good in her dress and makeup. “Can’t believe how hard this is,” she muttered. Then she pulled her wedding rings off. “There!”

She curled them in her hand, squeezing, praying this bad marriage had not scarred her for any future chance. But that was far ahead of anything she could think about now.

Resolutely, she pulled open a random drawer in Vincent’s bathroom, seeing some razors and fingernail clippers. “Perfect,” she muttered, tossing her worthless rings into the drawer.

SIX /
I THINK THIS HAS LEGS, BEAUTIFUL
 

The very first thing Vincent noticed was Tess had taken off her wedding rings. That was incredible because of how damn fantastic she looked, but he’d been watching those rings for a long time. He saw the rings were gone, but the next second it was all about her in that dress. Shoulders bared, cleavage begging for attention, legs so long and shaped up to her perfect ass. His curvy woman barely wrapped in sparkling, deep red.

He’d steeled himself to see her again, because the outfit just begged him to throw her into the bed and fuck her with those gold heels wrapped over his back.

It was doubly hard keeping his hands off her, because he had the gift she’d given him that morning.
Her
... a
ll
of her. She wanted to be with him, and she wanted him in control. His new thing. His fucking new dick hardener. He knew it had to do with his ex. No way was he going back to being any woman’s personal toy. He wanted it the other way. Him toying with his woman.

The way he was with Tess fit him like a glove … he’d just not known it. Now he’d found it, he wasn’t giving it up.

He watched Tess watching him. She really liked his outfit. Well, he had to do something to size up to his baby and her body in that dress. One vow though. Next time she was in that dress he was bending her across something stable … pulling that hem up over her sweet ass … spreading those long legs, then fitting his cock with a hard thrust inside her wetness.

Instead, he gathered his willpower like a vise he would control. He knew by Tess’ gaze, which was hot and adoring, that she liked his black suit, tie, and snakeskin cowboy boots.

Then he heard the arrival of their ride. The noise got louder and louder with Tess’ gaze widening.

“What is that?” she asked sounding excited, while looking up at the ceiling as if it would blow off.

He walked to her side, grabbed her flimsy wrap and the sparkly purse she’d set on an island stool beside her.

“It’s okay, beautiful,” he assured her, grasping her hand that he wanted to feel without any wedding rings on.

“But, Vincent, what in the world?”

She clutched his forearm as he hooked her back and began moving them to the rear of the house. He ignored her exclamation, not really question. “You dance?” he asked her.

Her amazed gaze lifted to his as he opened the back door. “Do you?” she asked, sounding very surprised.

He chuckled, then waited for her next exclamation as he ushered her out the backdoor.

“A helicopter!”

Vincent pulled her against him, holding her steady and in place, waiting for the helicopter blades to slow. He wasn’t going to ruin her hair and makeup. His pilot knew to stop the blades before they got inside copter.

“A helicopter?” Tess exclaimed again, this time against his throat. “Vincent?”

Vincent took Tess to a trendy steakhouse in Dallas that did justice to her attire, but still served real food that wasn’t gourmet, which he didn’t care for. He had acquaintances, he was rich, and Tess loved the helicopter ride, after her initial shock. He’d had the helicopter set down on top of a upscale tower building in downtown Dallas. Pulled in some favors for that. He and Tess took an elevator down to a white limo he had waiting.

She showed him inside that limo how much she loved the surprises, until he’d had to slow them down one step away from stripping her dress off. He realized as she clung to him in the limo that she was as excited to have a little bit of control over him. Because of his promise to hold off on sex, she could tease his libido to fevered heights, then back off with pleased and excited looks on her face.

He grabbed her chin, making her look at him — they were in the limo again after dinner and onto the next surprise stop. “Are you a cock tease?” he asked her, trying to keep humor out of his voice.

“Maybe,” she laughed, rubbing his erection beneath his suit pants with a slow glide of her palm. His other hand, not holding her chin, landed over her hand on his erection, holding it there. He could feel the pulse beat in his cock between their hands.

“Noticed no rings,” he said, letting go of her chin, but keeping her hand pinned over his hard shaft.

She looked down at her hand resting on the tie on his chest. “You’re amazing, Vincent, to notice that,” she murmured. “Last night on the phone and especially this morning, I felt like we...”

She looked at him with her eyes searching his, while her hand lightly squeezed his erection.

“You thought we what, beautiful?”

“Sort of promised ourselves to each other. Very intimately.” Then her voice whispered, “Chief.”

Christ. How was he going to keep her upright and in that dress? He let go of her hand on his erection, actually lifting her hand off him. “I think this has legs, Tess. What we have between us. Long term.”

She nodded, sighing into him. “I do to, Vincent. As crazy a way as we met, I don’t think its rebound. I think it’s much more than that.”

He clasped a hand over her hand on his chest. “We got a good look at what we don’t want. After that, was easy to see when good came around.”

She nodded, snuggling closer, then she asked tentatively, “So are you like rich, Vincent?”

Lot of other women would have had his financials staked out all ready. They’d know. He really liked the feeling that Tess wasn’t about that. She’d be perfectly happy in his ranch house driving in his truck.

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“Okay,” she replied. She patted his chest once. “All those charities, of course you are, if I’d been thinking.”

“Kind of points to that,” he agreed with her.

She looked away out the window, and he straightened, wondering what she was thinking. He heard her murmur, “I’m just kind of regular.”

But the inner window divide on the limo started lowering and he felt the limo stopping, which interrupted his reply. No fucking way Tess was regular. But he got it. He didn’t act or move around like a rich man either.

“Sir, just call and I will be out front to pick you up,” the limo driver said.

Vincent watched Tess’ eyes light up when she saw the popular Dallas nightclub that played new country western. He knew three dancing moves … the two-step, slow, then slower. He grasped Tess hand, pulling her to the front of the line. The beefy bouncer nodded them right in, as Vincent called to Tess.

“Hope you can dance, sweetheart.”

She laughed, staying tight to his arm with wonder in her eyes at being let in ahead of everyone.

SEVEN /
CHIEF, NO MORE WAITING
 

Early next morning, Tess heard her cell phone ringing. After the amazing date with Vincent, they’d gotten back to the ranch house so late the night before there’d been no cell phone sex. But from previous sessions, she always kept her cell close, and without even opening her eyes, she grabbed it and answered the call.

“The sexiest dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Chief,” she whispered, pleased to hear Vincent’s voice. God, he was amazing and he’d treated her like a queen last night. It was the best date she’d ever been on, with the best man. And he so
could
dance.

“Some of those moves you were doing, honey, made me hot. That hip action,” she told him. Then she added again, because she’d told him a dozen times last night. “Thank you, it was so special. I loved it. All of it.”

“That sweet mouth of yours showed me lots of special kisses last night, beautiful,” he murmured back. Then he asked, “You go to bed naked, like I asked.”

“I did, Chief,” she murmured back, stretching slowly under the sheets, feeling sexy.

“Nipples hard for me?”

“Hard, tight, and aching, Chief.”

“That’s my wet, baby.”

She moaned.

“I left you something in the dresser drawer, top left. Go get it.”

Tess blinked trying to come out of her Vincent lusting haze. Then she sat and crawled to the end of the bed, reaching to pull the drawer open. Her hand touched softness, then hardness, as she grabbed it. Sitting back on her heels, she looked down. It looked like a pair of little pink lace panties but there was something semi hard in them.

“What is this?” she asked him, puzzled.

“You put those panties on and fit them tight against your pussy,” he ordered. She knew that tone and he wanted her obedience without question.

So she hooked the cell under her chin, laid back and stuck each foot through a hole in the panties. Once she did this and was pulling them up she realized the semi hard thing was in the crotch. Pulling higher it fitted right to her slit.

“Oh, Chief,” she murmured, partial realization coming to her. An instant later a vibration attacked her slit.

She squealed, startled, then instantly moaned afterward at the stimulating feel.

“I got the remote, baby, and I’m keeping it all day,” Vincent informed her.

Wireless vibrating panties! Ohmygod.

He did her there in the bed. Turning the vibration on and off. Torturing her, until she was begging him to come. “Please, Chief,
please
.”

He finally took her over the gasping top and she could hear him groan an ejaculation too.

Then later after her shower, she slipped the panties back on noticing it was a thong. Tess nearly put on jeans just to challenge him, but that would lose her pleasure too, so instead, she put on a really short skirt.

She couldn’t believe he was keeping the remote all day. It was really very hot. In the kitchen she grabbed him, kissing deep, then telling him. “This is
so
hot, Chief.”

He grabbed her ass, flipped up her skirt and stood back to look at her in the panties he’d bought.

“Fuck,” he growled, the next second she was lifted and perched on the island.

The vibrator was on before she could protest and he scooted her back. “Lay down,” he ordered.

She couldn’t do anything but moan and quiver with the vibe attacking her pussy. As she laid back he lifted her legs onto the granite top. “Open em for me, baby.”

His hands moved her thighs open as he stood between her heels caught on the edge of the granite top.

“Chief!” she squealed, when he sent the vibrator to a higher buzzing she’d not known it could do. It arched her up with her body undulating.

“Oh, God, baby, baby. I
need
your cock so bad,” she cried.

Vincent realized his mistake. He’d not intended to get carried away in the kitchen, but only looking at the vibrating panties he’d gotten Tess had sent him into having to see her laid out and getting off on them. But the second he had her sleek thighs parted and he’d seen her undulating like a sex kitten on his kitchen granite top, he’d started to lose his control. He was a fool for playing so deep with that control, but the second Tess started begging him for his cock, he’d lost it.

Two seconds later, Tess’ panties were pulled to her knees and his cock was thrust inside her. He dropped the vibe remote so the panties were still buzzing as he pulled her off the counter with a heavy groan of intense pleasure and down onto his cock again.

The island was too high for him to stand and fuck her so he set her ass on a stool. The panties at her knees would not let her legs lower around him. But he didn’t let that stop him. He just bent her thighs up tight. The lustful picture that made; his woman with her pussy surrendered to him. They could both see his cock plunging deep into her slit.

“Ch. Ch. Chief!” she cried, grabbing his forearms to steady her side to side motions. “Fuck me,” she screamed.

He did. He got tighter on her, latching the back of her neck, slapping the front of his hips into her with each rapid thrust that felt like liquid fire on his cock. He had to hold the chair from toppling, but it worked like a rocking piston as he groaned harshly. Tess was gone, hotter than he’d ever seen her, begging him for his cock to fuck her harder.

She came so hard on him it drug his cock tight and he exploded seconds after as he continued to stab forward wringing every sensation he could out of it. He realized the grip he had on her neck and he tried to relax it, as the sounds of the vibrator buzzed between them.

“Chief,
no
more waiting,” Tess demanded, then she pulled him down to kiss him with her tongue.

After he helped her cleaned up, got the vibrator turned off but the panties back on her, he agreed with her. Leaning against the counter with her leaning against him. Her fingernail traced his bottom lip as she looked at it.

“No more waiting on sex,” he agreed with her, and he watched her lips turn up in a smile.

He knew what they were both thinking. It meant a real relationship between them. So he put a stamp on it. “Tess, you need to do something in here. Put your stuff around or use my card to buy what you want.”

“Here?” Her nail left his lip and she looked around, while still body melded to him. “Like decorate?”

He nodded. “This place will be ours, if it’s alright with you.”

Then Tess outright exclaimed, jumping against him so he had to steady her. “I
love
your kitchen, Vincent! Just love it!”

He chuckled. He’d not known that, he’d just told the lady he’d hired to decorate to give him the best. But he guessed that was Tess’ way of saying yes. He was just about to kiss her on it, when his front bell rang.

Tess pushed out of his arms. “I’ll get it.”

He caught her wrist, holding her back. “Unusual to have anyone show up here, baby,” he told her. “Let me get it.”

She nodded biting her bottom lip, but she stayed back as he went to look out the door window.