mother works like a well-oiled machine. I swear she could run the ranch with one hand tied behind her back if she put her mind to it. Take my advice—don’t ever stand between Patsy Morgan and her goal, she’ll steamroll you.” He was pleased to see her smile at his words because her entire face lit up from the inside each time it happened. In Sage’s opinion, Coral didn’t smile nearly enough. But, considering everything he’d learned about her over the past twenty-four hours, he wasn’t surprised. He fully intended to make it a personal mission to make her smile as often as possible—but first he needed to convince her to stay .
“Your home is amazing. Thank you for the tour. I should probably get my phone back from the sheriff…you know, so I can call for help if I get lost.” Sage got the impression there was a bit of truth in her teasing statement. The damned place might appear vast, but with the number of people continually traipsing through, he was sure she wouldn’t have trouble finding help when she needed it.
“Pet, I don’t think you’ll be seeing that phone again anytime soon. We’ll get you a new phone soon enough. Until then, I’ll keep you close enough to ensure you don’t go missing.” Sage closed the distance between them without hesitation, and slanted his lips over hers, sealing the gap when she gasped in surprise. The tantalizing taste of her burst through his entire system stealing his control. The kiss he’d intended as a promise of things to come rocketed straight to molten in the time it took his mind to recognize the hint of mint mixed with hefty dose of desire he identified as uniquely Coral. Each time he touched her, she stole another piece of his soul, and Sage was happy to give it up to her. He felt a growl of frustration deep in his chest when her clothing kept his hands from touching bare skin when he cupped the rounded globes of her ass and pulled her closer.
His phone vibrated in his chest pocket and Coral stepped back so quickly she stumbled. He caught her easily but quirked a brow at her in question. “Sorry, I lose my head when you kiss me. Mercy, I was ready to…ummm, well… Anyway, I forgot weren’t in your suite. Holy crap on a cactus, what if someone had walked in?” Oh my darling sub, you are going to learn there won’t be a room in this house where I won’t fuck you. And you can count on being seen by the other four Doms who live here—I’m going to push you to face the little inner exhibitionist I suspect lurks inside you.
Sage had shown her most of the house, but had left her to explore the rest on her own while he returned to his office to take a call. She enjoyed the time alone and spent most of her time studying the family pictures lining a wide hallway on the lower level of the house. The pictures told the story of their family and it was fascinating to see how each of the brothers had changed over the years.
Coral loved the large room Sage had referred to as their bonus room—bonus indeed, she’d seen smaller theatres. He’d told her it was their favorite place to watch movies, but hadn’t been able to figure out where the heck they’d hidden the television. One entire wall of the room was made up of several sets of French doors that opened up to a sheltered patio. Whoever designed the mansion had utilized the area’s uneven terrain beautifully—each of the structure’s three levels had ground level access at some point. Sage had laughed when she’d mentioned it. “That’s a very astute observation, sweetness. My dad insisted on that particular feature—he did raise five boys after all.”
She must have looked puzzled because he snorted a laugh. “There were plenty of broken bones over the years and he didn’t much like watching us going up and down the open staircase on crutches. Now that I look back on it, I think our emergency room visits were harder on him than they were on mom. Pop is a softie at heart.” Sage’s comments
“Your home is amazing. Thank you for the tour. I should probably get my phone back from the sheriff…you know, so I can call for help if I get lost.” Sage got the impression there was a bit of truth in her teasing statement. The damned place might appear vast, but with the number of people continually traipsing through, he was sure she wouldn’t have trouble finding help when she needed it.
“Pet, I don’t think you’ll be seeing that phone again anytime soon. We’ll get you a new phone soon enough. Until then, I’ll keep you close enough to ensure you don’t go missing.” Sage closed the distance between them without hesitation, and slanted his lips over hers, sealing the gap when she gasped in surprise. The tantalizing taste of her burst through his entire system stealing his control. The kiss he’d intended as a promise of things to come rocketed straight to molten in the time it took his mind to recognize the hint of mint mixed with hefty dose of desire he identified as uniquely Coral. Each time he touched her, she stole another piece of his soul, and Sage was happy to give it up to her. He felt a growl of frustration deep in his chest when her clothing kept his hands from touching bare skin when he cupped the rounded globes of her ass and pulled her closer.
His phone vibrated in his chest pocket and Coral stepped back so quickly she stumbled. He caught her easily but quirked a brow at her in question. “Sorry, I lose my head when you kiss me. Mercy, I was ready to…ummm, well… Anyway, I forgot weren’t in your suite. Holy crap on a cactus, what if someone had walked in?” Oh my darling sub, you are going to learn there won’t be a room in this house where I won’t fuck you. And you can count on being seen by the other four Doms who live here—I’m going to push you to face the little inner exhibitionist I suspect lurks inside you.
Sage had shown her most of the house, but had left her to explore the rest on her own while he returned to his office to take a call. She enjoyed the time alone and spent most of her time studying the family pictures lining a wide hallway on the lower level of the house. The pictures told the story of their family and it was fascinating to see how each of the brothers had changed over the years.
Coral loved the large room Sage had referred to as their bonus room—bonus indeed, she’d seen smaller theatres. He’d told her it was their favorite place to watch movies, but hadn’t been able to figure out where the heck they’d hidden the television. One entire wall of the room was made up of several sets of French doors that opened up to a sheltered patio. Whoever designed the mansion had utilized the area’s uneven terrain beautifully—each of the structure’s three levels had ground level access at some point. Sage had laughed when she’d mentioned it. “That’s a very astute observation, sweetness. My dad insisted on that particular feature—he did raise five boys after all.”
She must have looked puzzled because he snorted a laugh. “There were plenty of broken bones over the years and he didn’t much like watching us going up and down the open staircase on crutches. Now that I look back on it, I think our emergency room visits were harder on him than they were on mom. Pop is a softie at heart.” Sage’s comments
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