“I’d never run out of gas before and there was no one driving on those roads at that hour, so I was left with only one other choice. I had to lock my car and start walking, dressed in a pantsuit and heels, down the road until I found that winery. It was after hours at the time, but bless them, they helped me get a tow to the nearest gas station,” I explained. “I felt so embarrassed that I bought a whole case of wine to bring home for their trouble after they refused to take my money for their help.”
“You didn’t have Triple A or something?” he asked.
“I have ever since,” I mumbled, and he grinned even wider.
“Lucky for you, I have drivers to worry about silly things like filling up gas tanks and changing the oil,” he replied. His eyes were practically sparkling with amusement.
“I can certainly manage. I haven’t run out of gas ever since,” I replied.
“I can imagine,” he purred, and I squirmed just the slightest bit. “I can assure you, if I was with you that day, I would have made sure you didn’t either.”
I hummed quietly with curiosity, before I cocked my head and decided to be brave.
“Tell me, Grayson, how would you have dealt with a naughty girl who ran out of gas?”
His wicked grin widened tenfold.
“Do you really want to know, Zoe?” he asked carefully, and my thighs trembled. My clit begged for his touch, and I wanted more than anything to lift my dress and ask him to pleasure me with his mouth.
Fuck. Get ahold of yourself, woman.
“Yes,” I breathed, but it was more a husky whisper than anything else.
He put down his glass of wine and leaned forward, folding his hands together as he cocked his head. Everything about him felt dangerous and entirely too ruthlessly seductive.
“Running out of gas is quite a naughty thing indeed, my curious bride. You see, I would have made you remove your pants and panties while you were still in the driver’s seat staring at the empty signal. I would have told you that you were going to get a spanking right there, right then, so that you had several moments to think about the fact that you were going to be punished while I climbed in the backseat. I would have made you get out of the car with your bottom fully bare so that you could climb in beside me and present that bare little ass over my knee. I would have given you a hard spanking before I slipped a finger inside that tight bottom hole and made you come for me right there on the side of the road before I called in someone to help us,” he explained firmly, and I nearly choked on a sip of water before he finished.
“You would have made me walk around the car bare from the waist down?” I squeaked.
“That would be quite embarrassing, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes,” I answered weakly.
Why was it so insanely hot though?
“Did it make your little pussy clench to know that a man like me wouldn’t hesitate to take you in hand whenever you needed it?”
I turned my head, feeling every smartassed retort fly from my head, leaving me with nothing other than speechlessness.
“Zoe,” he warned.
“Yes, sir,” I finally managed, unable to stop myself from covering my face with my fingers in shame.
“Good,” he answered, and I could have sworn I blushed even harder. “Take your hands away from your face, beautiful. Let me see you,” he said gently, and I did. The sheer appreciation he gave me in return made the small measure of obedience worth it. I slowly worked up the courage to pick up a knife and fork, taking a small bite of the butter-laden crab cake in front of me and moaning when the incredible flavors practically exploded across my tongue.
“Oh, my God, this is fantastic,” I spoke out loud.
“My personal chef is one of the best in the world. Stole him away from a Michelin star restaurant, I did,” he offered proudly.
“He’s good,” I sputtered, before I rushed to take another bite. My hungry eyes roved over the food on my plate. There was a beautifully done lobster tail, stuffed shrimp, roasted garlic risotto, and two fat crab cakes that consisted of more crab than batter. There was no shortage of warm melted butter, and I didn’t skimp on that even a tiny bit.
“I usually like to enjoy a good steak, but Mark was particularly excited to cook up a good round of seafood for you,” he continued.
“Seafood is my personal favorite,” I admitted.
“I know,” he answered, and I looked up at him as I took another bite. Chewing thoughtfully, I mulled over the various reasons he could have decided to wed a woman like me. After a few moments, I came up with nothing though and with a sigh, I sat back.
“Why?” I asked.