Chapter 10
Sophia
It’s a million degrees in this room. Someone needs to turn on the air conditioning before I spontaneously combust. The feel of Dean’s hard body against my back has me grinding slightly against him. Is it so wrong?
I watch as the two men touch the blonde woman Dean pointed out. She’s the same woman Dean went to talk to earlier. Believe me, I’d remember. Is it bad I was a tad bit jealous when he left me to talk to the women, even though I’d suggested it? I wanted us to appear like a genuine couple. A real couple that comes to these types of clubs and partakes in these activities.
I kind of wish Dean was touching me the way the two men touch the blonde.
I think I’d give anything to feel his touch.
I lean my head back, a moan escaping my mouth when Dean’s lips hit the pulse at the base of my throat. He scrapes his teeth all the way up my neck, sending chills throughout my body.
“Dean,” I moan out, my heart pounding inside my ribcage.
His hand reaches out, moving the rest of my hair out of his way so he has a clear path. I open my eyes, noticing another couple in another room on the opposite side of the club watching us. The man in the room is obviously pleasuring his woman between her legs. I can tell by the position of his arm and the look on her face.
I can’t see anything further than their waist, but I can now see that it’s the same for them as well. They can’t see what Dean and I are doing below our waists.
“What are you thinking about, Sophia?” Dean breathes out.
“We should really pretend like we’re doing something naughty up here.”
Dean stops kissing my neck and stands me up, turning me around so I’m facing him. “Slow down, Sophia. We have plenty of time to get into the good graces of Humphrey.”
He doesn’t understand how much I want Bishop dead. And soon. “I just don’t want to blow our cover.”
“Maybe you can kneel on the floor, and I’ll pretend you’re giving me head?”
I smile, not a bad idea. “Or, I can ride you. So people think we’re having sex.”
Dean doesn’t smile or say a word. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I decide to take matters into my own hands.
“Don’t move,” I tell him, straddling his lap. The slit in my dress skirt makes the work easier.
“Sophia, wait,” he says through gritted teeth. “Are you sure?”
“I’m one-hundred percent committed to this.” I rock up against him.
His hands wrap around the sides of the chair, so he’s not touching me. “Ride me like we’re fucking.”
I stare into his gray eyes. “Ok.” I grind over his hardness, and by the outline it appears like an enormous package. I move a little more and tilt my head back.
He leans forward, kissing down my neck again.
It turns me on so much that this time I seek out his hardness, making my tiny lace panties wet. I grind harder until I can’t stop.
“That’s right,” Dean grits out. “This looks so real.” His gaze catches mine again, both of us allowing our need to take control. Yes, this isn’t wanting. It’s need.
I kiss him, not meaning to but unable to stop the passion coursing through my veins. I crave to feel his hands on me, and wonder where he’d touch me if things were different. I keep my hands on his shoulders and rock, moving and grinding against him, my body building. At this point, I know my orgasm is close. I can’t do this, but I can’t stop either.
Dean doesn’t seem to mind. His hands are everywhere, moving up, wrapping around my waist, gripping the ends of my hair.
“Keep kissing me.” He groans.
I continue pressing my lips against his, my body rocking uncontrollably. “Oh, Dean. Fuck.” My orgasm slams through my body, making me implode.
My walls are crumbling. I’m holding onto myself by a miracle.
“Dean,” I pant over and over again.
I slow down, my body calming as my eyes meet Dean’s.
His are still on fire, a war brewing underneath his gray irises. “That was hot as fuck. No one will question us ever again.”
“Oh, my god,” I say, ready to hop off his lap, trying to erase the awkwardness coming soon. “I can’t believe…”
Dean stops me. “No, you can’t have a freak out right now. Pretend is the operative word, remember?” He runs his fingers over my hair, staring into my eyes.
I nod, taking a deep breath. My lungs are burning. “Alrighty then, sir.”
“Are you ready to go home?”
I nod again. “Yes, please take me home.”
And do this to me again. Over and over.
Yeah, a girl can dream…
It’s nearly noon by the time I get up the next day. Last night embarrassed me. I couldn’t even look Dean in the eyes when we got home. I went to my room, he went to his.
I passed out, my body completely spent from everything. Pretending to be his wife. The nerves of going to the club and meeting Humphrey. The touching and… the orgasm.
I’m mortified I did that, and when I smell the scent of bacon wafting into the bedroom, I know it’s time to get up and face the music.
I get dressed and head straight to the kitchen in Dean’s two-story condo. It’s definitely decorated differently than the mansion on the island of Pico, that’s for sure. This one is more masculine. Lots of black leathers and chrome fixtures. Even though it’s very much a bachelor pad, it still has a homey feel to it.
“Do you live here permanently?” I ask once I’ve entered the kitchen.
He turns to face me, those gray eyes piercing straight through me like they did last night in the club. “No, normally I stay on my private island off the coast of Dubai.”
I was right. I knew he had to have his own island. “Oh.”
“Hungry?”
I nod. I worked up quite the appetite last night. But I don’t tell him that. “Yes, thank you.”
“You’re definitely not a morning person, huh?”
“Noon is morning, thank you very much.”
He laughs. “Ever seen what nine am looks like?”
I laugh with him. “No, that’s my beauty resting time.”
He smiles, and the mood is easy. I don’t feel weird about last night, until he says, “About last night…” his words fall away.
“What about it?” I ask as I butter a piece of toast.
“If you’re uncomfortable in any way, say the word and we stop. I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do.”
I set my toast and knife on the plate. “Dean, let me tell you something. I will do whatever it takes to find Bishop.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. I want to find him just as badly.” He hands me a plate of eggs and fruit.
“How’s Mia? Is she ok?”
He dishes out some eggs for his own plate and sits down beside me. “I talked to her father and there’s still no word. I have some of my best men on the case. I also called the other men to ensure the other daughters are safe as well.”
“Are they?”
“I’ve spoken to Jett and Nico and they’re where they’re supposed to be.”
A huge breath of relief escapes me, making my chest relax a little. “That’s wonderful news. What about the others?”
“We’re having a hard time finding Bianca. I can’t get a hold of my man, Stefan, who was supposed to take her. So, I’m hoping they’re both where they’re supposed to be.”
“What if they’re not?”
Dean shrugs. “Then we have bigger problems on our plate than expected.”
I place a hand over his. “I’m sure they’re all fine.”
He smiles, and it takes my breath away. “Are you up for another party tonight?”
“Oh, sure.”
“This one will be different. It’s not a swinger, sex club party. It’s actually a charity gala that Humphrey will be attending.”
“Sounds great.”
“We need to get you a dress today.”
I shovel a few eggs into my mouth. “And pretty shoes too,” I say with a mouthful of food.
Dean laughs. “Hurry and eat, wildcat. Someone wanted to sleep in today, so we're already running late.”
I eat another big bite, grinning at Dean. It’s strange, but I feel closer to him today. Sure, when I first woke up, the awkwardness from last night was fresh on my mind and made me want to bury my face in the sand. However, Dean made me feel comfortable today. The uneasiness of having me grind myself to satisfaction last night on his lap is all behind us now. Although, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get the image of riding him while knowing other people were watching out of my mind. A small part of me liked it.
I’m not saying I’d ever let me or my partner swing, but last night was different. Maybe because we were playing a part, and I was a character. I didn’t think hard about anything and just went with it.
It was freeing. Intoxicating. And I have to admit, I’m already looking forward to the next party. I crave Dean’s touch and knowing I can have it when we go to these parties makes me giddy with anticipation.
It’s an hour later before we’re inside a designer clothing shop picking out a dress for tonight. This is how the wealthy shop. Whereas I’d just walk into my local mall and hit a department store, Dean’s taken me to an upscale shop with my own personal attendant to help me. She’s fitting me right now, and it’s all so different. I’ve declined a glass of champagne three times. I’m trying to keep my wits about me.
Having Dean in such close proximity is enough of a struggle. I want to rip his clothes off and jump on top of him for real. I can’t add alcohol to the mix.
“What do you think of pink?” the saleslady, Patricia, asks.
“Pink? On me?” I look at her with a blank stare. I’m not the type of girl who wears pink.
She steps closer, a pink gown with gold sparkles dotting the hemline in her hands. “I think it will make you glow.”
I hold the dress up to me. “I’ll try it on.”
Typical man, Dean’s been outside, on the phone, the whole time as I try on dress after dress. I like the pink one with gold sparkles, but try on a few more dresses just to make sure. In the end, I go with the pink.
After Dean and Patricia complete the bill, I turn to Dean. “I got my nails done yesterday. Since the event is with the crème de la crème, I’ll need to get my hair and make-up done too.”
“Whatever you need.” We walk outside. “How about I give you my card and you can meet me back at my place? I’ll have Leo drive you around.”
My eyes widen. “Wow, you’re trusting me?”
He leans closer, the scent of pine and all man drifting up my nose. “If you run away from me, I’ll hunt you down and you won’t like what I’d do to you.”
“Oh? What’s that?” I inch closer.
“Bad things, Sophia. Just try me.”
I stare into his gray eyes, so he knows I’m serious. “I don’t plan on it. I’ll be a good little wifey.” And then, I brush my lips against his in the faintest of kisses.
Dean growls. “I have a tip on another of Bishop’s accomplices being there tonight.”
“Oh, really?”
“You may have to charm Humphrey on your own. Do you think you can handle that?”
“With the dress I’ve got in here,” I hold up the bag, “I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”
Dean rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to see it.”
He leaves me, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and putting it up to his ear.
Leo waits by the black Range Rover. “Where to?”
I smile, loving the idea of being pampered. “The finest salon in New York.”