"Mr Kent doesn't want anyone bothering him. Grace, you're in charge of workers. Do not let them cross paths with Mr Kent or Mrs Kent. Is that clear?"
"Yes. Sir." Grace replied. Her head lowered, and her cheeks reddened, realising Eisley had been spending days alone with Irwin in his studio.
Grace entered the kitchen, but Magnus's presence caused her blushing smile to turn into a frown. She gazed at him head to toe. But Magnus's back faced her while he stared out the window, holding in his hand a cheeseburger.
The kitchen's back door opened. Sofia rushed in, laughing wide, exposing her broken teeth.
"Madam Grace!" She found her and hugged her. Grace hugged her, looking at Magnus, who was facing her with total disgust
"What are you doing here, Sofia?"
"I'm here for Eisley. Isn't she here yet?" Sofia said, glancing around.
"Mrs Kent is finally enjoying her honeymoon. She isn't here now," Grace said with excitement.
"Honeymoon?" Sofia took a step backwards and walked around. She found a stool and sat while Grace stared at her, confused with no knowledge of how to start explaining.
"Yeah. Let's say it's how to make babies," She said, gulping hard. Magnus choked at her words, banging her chest.
"Make babies?"
Magnus's laugh thundered out of his throat. He tapped the table, laughing even harder. Sofia and Grace stopped, and their attention was fixed on him.
"Smooth of you to assume that Mr Kent wants a child or is in love, don't you remember what he is like?" He said with his brows raised. His face filled with mockery.
"That's not your place to assume. Eisley is happier than you will ever make her. That's what is important," Grace replied.
Magnus frowned, squeezing his face bitterly. "What?"
"She is happier than you will ever make her. So, forget about her, and continue sleeping with the community you mess around with, okay?" Grace spat.
Magnus snorted. The veins on his face bulged on his forehead, his eyes shining with a dangerous glint.
His crimson steps caught with Grace, and his hands immediately wrapped around her neck. Grace lost stamina, moving backwards, but the force of his speed pushed her, and her back hit the stool Sofia was sitting on, but it didn't stop until her back hit the wall.
"What are you doing?" Grace asked, squeezing her face, trying to speak, but his hands around her neck made it impossible. Her hands grabbed his.
"You've been talking too much. You know what? I'm going to get Eisley back, and there'd nothing you can do about it. Why? Cause you're just a lowlife who deserves nothing," he glowered. Grave struggled, but his grip was too strong. Finally, he moved away from her and looked at Sofia. Tears had covered her face, and her wailing was soft and quiet. Magnus took a deep breath, looking away.
Grace dropped to the floor as she watched him leave the kitchen. The kitchen was quiet.
Irwin turned his head to look at the woman lying silently beside him, deep in the slumber that eluded him. Her beautiful face was peaceful, thick eyelashes brushing her cheeks as she dreamed. Her chest rose and fell gently. Irwin's gaze softened as he smiled at Eisley, covered in the white sheets without any clothes on.
He grabbed a pair of shorts and walked to a stool. He sat quietly, staring at the paintings. He took a deep breath and picked the brush.
Two hours later. Irwin stood up, shock flowing through him as he could see the details of what he was painting.
"Hey," Eisley's voice called to him in an alluring tone. Irwin dropped the brush, turning it over.
"You're up," He said with a wry smile. Eisley watched him wash his hands and dry them before getting into bed.
Irwin could feel the way Eisley looked at his naked body, that alluring combination of admiration and desire, her eyes running over his strong arms and broad chest, down his thighs, and back up to linger on his shaft. He'd feel her gaze like fingers moving over his skin.
The thought sent blood rushing to his prick.
Irwin climbed over her. His lips grazed her skin, up to her arms, and her neck. Once his lips found her lips. His lips covered hers in a deep, warm kiss, and Eisley's legs spread apart, letting him in between her legs.
"I need you," He sighed to himself as he held onto her, feeling every inch of her body against his. Just feeling her bare flesh against his own thrilled him.
"I need to feel you. I need to fuck you," He whispered into her ears, an electric wave passed through Eisley causing her to shiver.
Irwin was so desperate for her—but Eisley looked at the time. It was 2 am. She flicked her bedside light on and quickly returned to him, reciprocating the passionate kisses he bestowed on her.
Eisley's hand reached up to cradle his head, holding him to her as he planted kiss after kiss on her smooth skin.
Irwin slipped his tongue deep inside her mouth, cherishing the closeness as they stroked each other delicately, but intently. He found one of Eisley's full breasts, moving a hand over it and squeezing firmly, relishing the soft flesh and her nipple stiffening against his palm.
Eisley opened and was available, letting Irwin touch her wherever he pleased. The artwork receded in his mind once more. He was focused on the gorgeous woman enrobed in the bedsheets beneath him. The intimacy he craved for his whole life. She was all he needed.
She sighed in bliss.
The sound of her breath caressing the air, Irwin pushed the sheet away from her, needy to see and feel more of her. Eisley's thighs opened instinctively as he brushed the cotton away from her skin. He sucked one of her boobs into his mouth ravenously, and Eisley arched her back in pleasure, her gaze fixed on him as he filled his mouth with her.
A moan escaped her lips as they began kissing again, and she responded so urgently that Irwin's body pulsed with need. Their bodies moved together effortlessly. Soft throaty moans were impossible to stop as Irwin's mouth was all over in their loving embrace.
His hand moved over her. Sliding between her breasts, down her body to her mound, then back up again, cupping her so that he could feast on her tits once more. He could feel the melting together in flame-red passion that he had never experienced, but only with her, when they got close, got naked, and put their mouths on each other. They were two separate bodies fused into one vast, overwhelming entity of intimacy.
Eisley got rid of the sheets completely from her as he moved down the bed. They were two people moving as one, both with one goal in mind—to have Irwin's head between her thighs.
Not wanting to move his hand from her body and break the connection. Irwin cradled one of her legs over his shoulder as he buried his mouth in her moist.
"Ohhh!" Eisley's head arched back, and her hands buried in Irwin's hair. No man has ever gone down on her, not even her ex-husband. Magnus could never please her as much as Irwin did.
The pleasure was building up faster, but her urge for more grew. Her hips moved up and down, and her hands kept his head in place.
"Please, don't stop. I beg you," Her wailing became louder. Eisley looked down at Irwin, seeing how he moaned and closed his eyes in pleasure. He had pleased her and made her close.
Oh, hell. He looked so handsome between her legs. Eisley tugged him even closer. It felt so good, not painful, and not dry. It felt like heaven, and she wanted to let the whole world know exactly how she was feeling.
Irwin imagined she was watching him as he flicked his tongue against her delicious shaved skin. The thought made him harder, knowing that she had always loved watching him do this to her, snogging her cunt, lapping deeply at her sweet musky essence. She tasted so good, and waves of bliss broke over his body.
Impatiently, Irwin picked her up and turned her over. Leaving her on her fours. The blaring sound of a ringing tone interrupted as he kissed her back gently.
Irwin stopped. Disappointment rushed through Eisley's bloodstream, she washed him, walked towards a desk, and grabbed his phone. She couldn't help but access his body, thick legs, ass, and strong arms.
Eisley gulped, but her eyes gaped when Irwin walked towards the brown leather sofa and took off his shorts. Now, his butt was in her full gaze. He sat and spread his thighs, staring at her with the most deadlier gaze.
"Speak," he said to the caller. His eyes never left hers, and instinctively, her body responded to his position and gaze. Eisley got up and walked towards him. Once, she was a foot away from him. Eisley fell to her knees, staring at his thickness.