Professional Heir

Chapter 27

Kimberly

I won't bore you with the mundane activities that happened while Robert was away. I know you're only interested in him. But long story short, he and Cole were on their way home after a week claiming he missed me, though I knew that wasn't the reason why. There was something else. But there was no time to think about that.

The house was quiet, Savannah had gone back home, Jenkin was asleep in his own room and the two bodyguards - Mason and Elijah - were both also asleep, leaving me to be the only one still awake, but with reason.

Robert was home tonight.

It was Sunday night, close to midnight. It was raining pretty heavily and Robert would be soon driving home. Everything was finished in Greece and they took the offer, hotels in the name of Mitchell's L.T.D and Winters L.T.D would be built around the north of Greece.

I missed having Robert there so much I was practically gasping to feel his presence. I was halfway through my pregnancy with a little baby bump and missed my husband very much, in more ways than one.

I was dying to feel Robert's fingers trace over my body, arousing goosebumps. I imagined the cool metal of his belt tracing down my spine or his teasing words in my ears.

I shook my head and searched for my phone. The rain was awful, a storm rolling in from the north. I needed to know if Robert was okay. I picked up my phone and dialled his number before falling into my bedsheets that smelled like his Dior cologne.

One ring...

Two rings...

And on the third ring, a deep voice answered "Darling." Was all that was said, but it was more than enough.

"Robert." I breathed into the phone, both in relief and happiness.

"Oh, my love." He sighed. I knew he was driving with one hand, the other resting on his thigh as he listened to my voice through his Porsche speakers. The matte black one. The same one he almost crashed while finger fucking me as we were driving somewhere unknown out of boredom.

"I miss you." I said. I didn't care about seeming needy, I was. I missed my husband.

"I know." Robert didn't feel the need to say it back, I knew he missed me too. His words ended there, not because of boredom in the conversation, simply because we both didn't feel the need to talk, just to know that we were on the other end of the call.

"Baby, how much longer will you be? It's terrible out there and I want you home safe." I filled in the silence. There was no sound on the other end of the call except the noise of the rain hitting Robert's car. "Baby-"

"I'm still here." He informed. I nodded my head to myself and blinked up at the ceiling. "Princess," Robert started making me gasp happily and sit up in excitement, there was a tone to his voice which excited me. "Darling, calm down, breath." So I did.

"Robert..."

Robert let out a small groan of pleasure. "Hmm, sweetheart."

"But sir, I've missed you so much while you've been gone." I pouted to myself, already thinking up all the ways I wanted him to touch me when he got home. "And I haven't even..."

"Haven't what, darling?.." Robert encouraged softly, driving my excitement higher.

"Haven't touched..." I whispered, not quite able to get the final word out.

"Yourself, my angel? You haven't touched yourself?" Robert replied politely as ever.

I nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see me. "Honey, come home." I whined, but deep down inside I enjoyed the back and forth.

"I'll get there when I get there." He spoke calmly.

I stood to my feet and traipsed over to the vanity, where a gold tray held Robert's cologne. I took the cap off and smelt the bottle. It was the same cologne he had used since I had first met him. "But I need you now."

"No whining."

"But Robert-"

"Stop right now."

"Yes sir."

"Such a good girl for me. So impatient. Do you miss me, baby?" Robert's voice sounded like silk. I hummed in response. "So why don't you go lay down on the bed, and do as I tell you, my love?"

Shivers ran down my spine and up my chest. "Okay."

"Okay, what?" Robert asked, intentions clear.

"Okay, sir."

"That's good, now are you in bed?" He questioned just as I laid in amongst the fluffy white pillows.

"Mhmmm, yes."

"Such a good girl. Now, take those trousers off, I know you hate them. Also, take off your underwear too. You don't need them."

"I hate it," I whispered as I pulled down the material.

"Hmm, such a good girl for me. Can you also take off the shirt you're wearing?" I nodded and hummed in response before stripping off the white shirt which belonged to my husband.

"Now, gorgeous, I want you to keep me close as your free hand travels down to play with your tits, okay?" Robert instructed more than asked, seduction oozing from his voice.

"How does that feel, sweetheart?"

"Good."

"Good. Now I want you to lick the fingers of your other hand and rub it down to your navel." I left a few swirls across my stomach, building up the excitement of being touched down there, even if it was by myself and not my husband.

"Lower..." Robert rasped, and I did.

"Lick your fingers again, darling, pat your pretty little pussy for me." There's a hint of need now settled in his voice.

The sensation of my fingers against my wet core made me whimper in pleasure. I allowed my noises to run free and into the phone.

"Ahh, you're such a good girl for me, you know that? I love you so much, baby. Now rub your little clit." Robert's tone was rougher now, his need being made obvious.

"Oh goodness," I moaned louder into the phone. I wasn't sure if it was the need for him or the excitement of trying something new that was what made this all feel so much better. We had had phone sex, of course, we had, but never quite like this. Never as a build-up to the real thing.

"I know, baby. It's so good, huh? You're so perfect. I can't wait until I get home to fuck you." He's close. I knew it. I could feel it in my fingers.

"Robert, please. Get home fast, I need you." I practically sobbed.

"Oh baby, you're so perfect." His voice was different, closer. He's on his handheld phone. He's outside.

"Oh my God," Now I was close.

There was silence. He was downstairs. I left myself on the edge. Waiting for him. I could hear keys being thrown somewhere, only adding to the anticipation.

Then he's there in the doorway, tie loosened and button-up sleeves bunched to his elbows. His hair was neat, but it was obvious his fingers had run through it. And his eyes, his grey eyes were darker than before, burning through me. I was laying naked on our bed, a hand on my wet core, another on my tit.

He speaks first. "I'm so sorry I left you."

I finally dropped all hold I had on myself and threw myself at him, legs around his waist with his face in my neck.

"It's okay, please-"

"Shh, darling, I've got you."

And after that, there was no silence, heavy breathing, moans, gags, skin on skin, filled the air. Once it was all over I was in his lap, resting my head on his shoulder. "You're mine again."

"I never stopped being yours. I'll always be yours." He kissed my lips sweetly before laying down, both of us immediately falling asleep, but this time in each other's arms.

Finally.