Free His Obsession by Sam Crescent Page B

hands on her shoulders. His touch lingered. She closed
her eyes enjoying his touch before he pulled away.
    Stephen took her hand leading her
outside to his car. She followed him without question. He opened the door for
her and buckled her in.
    “I’m not a child.”
    “I know. I just want to make sure
you’re safe.”
    He kissed her lips then went round
to his own side. She could easily become addicted to him if she wasn’t addicted
already. He started the car, pressed the code for the security gate, and they
were off.
    Stephen took her hand as he moved
the car easily along the road. She didn’t like driving. The roads were always
too busy, and they lived close to the main city which was a nightmare to get
through.
    “What kind of music do you like?”
she asked.
    “Classical.”
    “Cool.” She turned on the radio and
allowed the sounds of the piano to fill the car. Stephen chuckled, but he made
no move to turn it off.
    “How’s your pussy?” he asked
suddenly.
    Ursula turned to him in shock.
“What?” Was he seriously asking about her pussy?
    “You heard me.” He pulled into a
diner that served breakfast. “Your blush is sexy.” He kissed her cheek.
    “What have you done with Stephen?”
    “This is who I am, and, baby, you
haven’t seen anything yet.”
    “I’m fine, and all my parts are
fine.” He got out of the car. She was out and closing the door before he got
the chance.
    “I wanted to help you out of the
car.”
    “I’m perfectly capable of opening
and closing my own door.” Stephen pressed her against the car.
    “Next time wait for me to open your
door.” He kissed her lips then led her up the stairs and into the diner.
    Several people stopped him, giving
him a hug before he led her to a booth in the corner.
    “A lot of people like you,” she
said.
    “I’m a likeable guy when I want to
be.”
    A waitress came out with a menu and
handed it to each of them. “It has been too long since you’ve been here, Stephen.
We were starting to worry in case you’d gone missing.”
    “Sorry, Diane. I’ve been busy.”
    “Are you going to introduce me to
your girlfriend?”
    “That depends. Are you going to
scare her away?”
    Ursula listened to the banter
between the two, watching the different man Stephen transformed into.
    “I won’t bite, but that depends on
what she orders. I’ve seen the magazines, Stephen. I know the type of woman you
date.”
    “In that case can I have the
pancakes with syrup and bacon? Extra on the pancakes,” Ursula said. “I’m Ursula
Mills.” She put her hand out to Diane.
    The other woman observed her before
taking her hand. “I like her. She won’t take any of your crap. He can be
awfully broody sometimes.” Diane jotted down her order then left.
    “You have a lot of explaining to
do,” Ursula said.
    “What?” he asked. Diane brought them
out their coffee before disappearing again.
    “Stephen Knox, you’re a wealthy man
with plenty of businesses under your belt, and yet you come to a diner and are
more at home with them than you are in your own house.” She’d noticed plenty of
times the way he looked out of touch in certain rooms. Most of the time he
looked relaxed in the kitchen.
    “This is where my mum and dad used
to take me for breakfast every weekend morning. They were always busy, but they
never missed a day,” he said.
    “You loved your parents?”
    “Yes. They loved each other, and at
times I felt like an outsider. They did love me though. I know they did.” He
was smiling.
    “You should smile more often. So,
why do you hate your home so much?”
    He paused as Diane placed pancakes
in front of them. She ruffled his head then left.
    “It’s not my house. At least, it has
never felt like my house. It’s a building that’s passed down through
generation, and because I’m the only child of the previous Knoxes the house was passed down to me.”
    She nodded, biting into the pancake.
“Why don’t you redecorate?”
    “I’ve