The Arrogant Architect by LK Collins Page A

thirty-six hours, but
if it involves King and sex and a hot tub, I don’t think there is anything
better in the world.
     

Chapter 15
     
    Pulling up to King’s lavish home, it is amazing and not at
all what I expected him to live in. I thought his house would be modern with
all sorts of angled roofs and lots of glass, but this is the complete opposite.
He puts his car in park as I gaze out at the six carved pillars that hold up
the two-story marble fortress. They look like they are dubbed from the White
House and I say, “Do you just park right here?”
    “Yeah,” he responds with a grin on his face. “Where else
would I park?”
    Still ogling his massive Old World home that is a stone’s
throw away from me, I tell him, “I don’t know…a garage?”
    “It’s a farther walk and you’re sore from work.”
    “You know…you really do have a nice side to you; you should
show it more often.”
    He rolls his eyes and says, “Nah, I really don’t.” Then he
gets out of the car and helps me out. Standing with him, we admire his home and
I ask him, “Did you design this?”
    “I wish. I restored it. It was pretty run down when I bought
it.”
    “What was it originally used for?” I ask craning my neck as
my eyes explore the stunning exterior.
    “It was used by an old safe deposit box company in the
1800’s. It opened about a hundred and fifty years ago. It was one of the
first.”
    “Shut up.”
    “No joke, there are still boxes inside. I’ll show you.”
    He reaches down and grabs my hand, which I happily take,
loving the way our fingers feel locked together. He unlocks the front door
using a keypad and says to me, “The code is 5379, if you ever need it.”
    I smirk as we walk in. “That doesn’t mean you’re getting the
key to my place back.”
    Kissing my cheek, he tells me, “Don’t worry, I have plenty
of spares to your house.”
    “King,” I yell and hit his shoulder, but the moment we make
it through his foyer and into the main part of his home, I stop my rant.
Enjoying the beauty of this amazing space. Everything about it is perfect.
    The floor is as it was a hundred years ago, the walls, even
his decorating all blend in, and as I turn to him, he asks me, “Do you like
it?”
    “Did you do all this yourself?”
    “Yeah, this is what I do, Ever.”
    Closing my eyes, I can imagine how it was back in the day.
But King pulls me out of my trance, taking me from room to room to room. And as
we standin the middle of his bedroom, I want him so badly.
    But he keeps showing me more. I can see now firsthand why he
has been named a genius in the architectural world. His work is breathtaking
and hearing him talk about it shows me how passionate he is about everything.
Opening a set of French doors that line the east side of his room, he steps out
onto a huge rooftop deck. “Now, this I added,” he says and the breathtaking
views of the Atlantic Ocean are something out of a movie.
    “Are you sure you didn’t move this house here? This location
is perfect.”
    I walk to the railing and look out at the vast ocean. King
wraps his arms around me from behind, his scent intoxicating to my cogent
thinking. Closing my eyes, I breathe him in and get lost in the noise of the
ocean, mixed with him.
    Tenderly, he kisses my neck, sending a chill through my
body. I shiver from head to toe and he nudges his cock against me. Reaching
back, I take it in my hand and grip it through his pants. Quickly he unzips
them, letting them fall to the ground. I look around, my eyes wild. “Are you
crazy?” I whisper.
    “For you.” He lifts my tank top above my head and my breasts
spring free, nipples hard the moment the air touches them.
    “Are you sure no one can see us up here?”
    “So what if they can?” He leans down and wraps his warm lips
over one of my nipples. With his shaft back in my hand, I eagerly tug it, the
sensation running through my veins is too good to fight.
    He shimmies my pants and underwear down,