CHAPTER 22 #2
‘George,’ her voice is strained as she pulls me back up, her mouth meeting mine, her tongue sending sparks through my entire body.
She’s intoxicating. I groan as she brings my hand back to her naked breast before pulling my hips towards her.
Undoing my jeans, she pulls down the zip and slips her small hand inside, slowly rubbing my cock for the first time.
I nearly come just from the contact through my underwear.
‘What the fuck?’ She pulls away looking up at me.
I startle, concerned. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘George . . .’ Her eyes widen. ‘How do you even play tennis with that thing swinging around?’ She exhales.
I burst out laughing, relieved, and pull her in for a hug. ‘“That thing”?’
‘Yes.’ She looks up, eyes playful. ‘No wonder you’re so fucking arrogant.’ She grins.
‘Arrogant as it might be, I’d rather we didn’t refer to my cock, as “that thing”,’ I tease back, flicking her nipple as I duck down to bite her neck, and she moans again, low in her throat. My cock twitches in response, rock hard still.
‘Well, it would be a disservice to call it little George,’ she giggles, making me laugh.
My phone buzzes, I glance at the time. It’s 3.45 p.m. Shit.
‘Leo, as much as I don’t want to stop – and, believe me, only seeing half of you naked is fucking torture – we have Louis Vuitton arriving in fifteen minutes.’ She looks puzzled and I remember. ‘You never answered my text. Are you free tonight?’
‘Sorry, slow down. Louis Vuitton are coming here, in fifteen minutes?’ She scrambles for her bra, covering up those heavenly tits, and I grab her top, passing it before doing up my jeans as my erection slowly deflates. ‘Why? And yes, I am free tonight. What else would I be doing?’
‘Great.’ I can’t stop smiling with her around. ‘You’re my plus one for tonight’s LVMH party. They’re coming here at 4 p.m. to dress us.’ She looks panicked. ‘Don’t worry, they’ll do everything, hair, make-up . . .’ I trail off at the look on her face.
‘George, I’d love to . . .’
‘But?’
‘I’m not ready to be photographed together, until we figure out what this is.’ She looks down, her face conflicted. ‘Otherwise, I am just one of those girls, the latest to be chosen to accompany you, and what would work say?’
‘Hey.’ I take her hands, lifting one to my lips for a soft kiss. I never knew I was so affectionate. I haven’t been before but I can’t stop with her. She’s magnetic. ‘I thought we discussed this?’
‘We did, but outside this room, it’s still how it would appear.
You have your first match next week. I have my career to think about too.
’ I know she isn’t ashamed of me, she’s just being thoughtful for the both of us, avoiding headlines, drama.
I appreciate it. ‘Perhaps just for now, we keep this between us two? Just arrive together, but separately. Colleagues.’
I don’t like that one bit. But it makes sense. ‘You’re right.’ I kiss her softly. ‘I agree.’ There’s a knock on the door.
I reluctantly let her go and pad over to open it, finding Gordon, a typical look of boredom on his face, and a team of people bustling behind him with various bags and clothes rails. Here we go . . .
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‘So, to reiterate, tonight we’re strictly professional. Anything else is off-limits,’ I say through her door as she finishes up inside her room. I’m waiting outside like a lovesick puppy now everyone has gone. ‘Although, let’s see how long you last.’
I hear her inside as she scoffs in surprise. ‘You think you’re irresistible?’ she shouts.
‘Oh, baby, I know it,’ I smirk. ‘You haven’t seen me in black tie.’ I hear her laugh and it makes me smile. I’m doing a lot of that the past few days. It’s nice.
She swings open the door and I’m hit with her scent. ‘You’re so bloody arrogant.’ Her eyes flick down and back up, shining with praise. ‘You’re not wrong though, wow.’ She pauses. ‘George?’
I’m speechless, stood with my mouth gaping open. She’s an absolute goddess.
‘OK, fuck the event, we’re not going anywhere.’ She giggles as I grab a handful of her arse, pretending to push her. ‘Get back inside that room. Now.’
‘George, you’ll crease the silk!’ She bats me away playfully, smiling. She’s stunning. Breathtaking. My eyes roam greedily, taking her all in.
‘Leo, you look like a dream.’ A fucking wet dream.
‘You like it?’ She looks at me coyly, twirling around. The bottom of her dark navy dress flares slightly, revealing the sexiest black heels, small velvet bows at her ankles, her toes poking through, nails painted a deep red.
I grab her hands again, putting her at arm’s length so I can fully take her in.
My eyes travel up the silky dress as it hugs her hips, accentuating her tight, rounded arse that I’m struggling to keep my hands off.
My gaze continues, taking in the sparkling beading under her bust, her firm breasts supported by delicate thin straps across her toned shoulders.
They’re begging to be pulled down. Hell, I’d rip them off with my teeth.
I murmur my approval, as my eyes reach her face. She’s glowing, eyes bright and framed by dark lashes, the navy of her dress heightening the unique colour. Her dark hair is tucked behind her ears and flowing down her back in waves.
‘You look,’ my voice catches and I cough to clear my throat, ‘absolutely beautiful, Leo.’
‘You look pretty fantastic yourself.’ I thought I did. Only one of us is punching here. Me.
‘I don’t think we need to worry about being seen together. I don’t think anyone will be noticing me tonight with you nearby.’
She blushes, breaking my gaze.
‘The car is coming at six?’ She nods towards the main room. ‘I think I need a whisky to calm my nerves.’
I go to pour her a drink, eyes catching on the box on the dresser. I totally forgot.
‘Leo, come here.’ I hand her the glass and she takes a swig, blinking slightly as the burning sensation hits.
I lean in for a quick kiss, tasting the whisky on her lips, and groan, my cock hardening already.
‘Fuck, no.’ I pull away and she’s grinning. I can’t get distracted. ‘I have a gift for you, just something small.’
I reach for the Boucheron jewellery box and her eyes widen as I slowly open it, revealing a pair of diamond and emerald drop earrings. They’re clean, simple. Classically beautiful. Just like her.
‘Oh my gosh.’ Her brow creases in surprise. ‘George, I love them. But . . .’
I shush her. ‘They reminded me of your eyes. Will you wear them this evening, for me?’
She nods softly, reaching forward to touch the sparkling jewels, and I pretend to snap the box shut.
‘Oh my god.’ She shoots me a look. ‘Don’t tell me you just pulled a move from Pretty Woman?!’ She laughs and warmth shoots through my veins. ‘Another romcom?’
‘Hey! Julia Roberts was my dream girl growing up,’ I grin. ‘“Big mistake. Big. Huge.”’ She bursts out laughing again, but then stops abruptly, raising an eyebrow.
‘Wait . . .’ She frowns. ‘Does that make me your escort?’ Her lips twitch.
It’s my turn to laugh. ‘No, just the dream girl part.’ I take out the earrings and hand them to her to slip on. They look fucking great, the colour almost a perfect match to her eyes, and I feel a burst of pride that I picked them myself.
‘Come on, Julia,’ I tease, offering my arm. ‘Let’s get this over with.’
She smiles, placing a hand on my chest. ‘Just keep me safe from any old sleazebags please, Mr Gere.’
‘Nobody will lay a hand on you,’ I growl, mock seriousness etched on my face before I grin back at her. ‘Except me.’
She swats at me again. ‘Behave.’ Moving to pick up her bag she asks, ‘Where are we going anyway?’
‘You’ll see.’ With a final soft kiss, I open the door, gesturing her through.
‘How gentlemanly,’ she calls back. ‘Thank you, George.’
I stride to catch up and press the lift button. ‘Nah. I just needed another look at your arse.’
The doors ping open as she blushes, her creamy skin glowing.
‘Get in, Leo.’ I give her bum a slap as she walks past and she squeals, giggling.
I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.