Chapter 5 #2
The sky-high red heels were a bitch to walk in, and I stumbled like a toddler on roller skates down the stairs, headed for the pool deck at the back of the enormous house.
It was bustling when I reached the hallway that led out to the patio. It seemed outdoor shots required twice the equipment and three times the people in order to pull them off.
I peered into the small study that Sinclair sometimes used as his office. I say small because compared to every other room in this house it was, but you could park four Escalades side by side inside the room and still have the space to open the doors to get in and out.
One of the photographer’s assistants smiled at me as she hurried by. “We’re just about ready for you and your brothers.”
Stepbrothers, I wanted to correct her, but it would draw far too much attention, and she wasn’t listening anyway, already having bustled outside in a rush to organise something.
I pressed a hand to the wall, using it as a crutch as I stumbled towards the patio doors. Before I could reach them, the door to the powder room to my left opened, and I was yanked off my feet and inside.
The door shut behind me, and Dacre smiled back at me, pinning me to his body with one strong arm.
“I missed you,” he said, his hand tangling in my hair and tugging my mouth to his.
I melted against him, his warm lips consuming me.
“And I missed out on all the fun,” he added, referencing Sinclair’s upskirting antics.
He put me on my feet, both hands buried in my hair, kissing me again.
My mother was going to have a shit-fit about my lipstick. Good thing I had an entire glam team on call to clean me up.
“Not sure I’d call it fun,” I said with a grimace.
Dacre’s mouth quirked in a smile. “Orgasms aren’t fun for you anymore?”
I tilted my head at him. “Not illicit ones where I can’t make a sound and they’re potentially caught on camera. Orgasms are supposed to be a release, I’m as wound up as before Sin gave it to me.”
Challenge filled Dacre’s eyes. “Well, we better fix that then. Wouldn’t want you looking stiff and stuck up in the next round of pictures.”
He unbuttoned the suit jacket that made my mouth water and slid it from his shoulders, discarding it on the hook on the back of the door. His hands trailed over my body, and he dropped to his knees in front of me.
“No, not again,” I whined, and he stilled.
“You don’t want this? I thought you liked it when I got on my knees for you.”
My heart melted and my core heated, all at the same time.
“I love your mouth on me, you know that.” I ran my fingers through his dark hair. “But there are so many people right outside this door, which means we could be caught so easily if I’m not as quiet as a fucking nun in church.”
An irresistible smile spread across his face. “I don’t think nuns fuck in church.”
I rolled my eyes at his joke. “They don’t fuck at all.”
His smile widened. “Well, let’s not allow you to become one then, let me get my mouth on this perfect pussy. And don’t act like you don’t love the risk. You’re probably wet at the mention of getting caught.”
He was right. He knew me too well at this point. My mind flashed back to the party at Trenton’s house. That weasel had confronted me about Dacre and I’d freaked out, but Dacre hadn’t cared at all, instead he’d gone down on me in the bathroom just like he was about to again.
“I’m three seconds away from hitching up this dress, dragging your panties down your legs, and eating this pussy so thoroughly I’ll have to carry you out to the damn patio.”
My heart thrummed in my chest and between my legs at his words.
“You’ve got one second to say no.”
I didn’t move or breathe or blink. There was no way I was going to say no.
Was it monumentally stupid to risk getting caught with not only this many people right outside the door, but media people specifically? Yes.
Did I give a damn right now? No.
I wanted him.
I always wanted him.
The moment his tongue touched my body, pleasure filled me.
“Oh my god,” I breathed, trying to hold back the all-consuming moan that desperately wanted to escape me.
Dacre hummed a sound of amusement against my clit, the vibration of it only heightening my arousal. His tongue slid over me and I gripped his hair, pulling hard.
“That’s it, Bambi,” Dacre murmured from between my legs. “Show me how much you like it.”
Pleasure twisted my insides in the best way. “I love it,” I hissed like I was in pain, because I was. It was physically paining me not to be able to scream in pleasure. “I need to scream your name, Dacre. I can’t keep it in.”
He hummed another laugh, sucking my clit into his mouth and making my hips buck. Then he pulled off, getting to his feet.
His fingers slid between my legs, gliding over me and taking over from his mouth. He leaned into me where I sat on the counter, using his free hand to cover my mouth.
“You can scream now, Bambi. No one will hear you.” He thrust a finger inside me and I whimpered loudly, the sound muffled by his strong hand clamped over my mouth.
Voices sounded outside the door, and the illicitness of what we were doing sent a rush of heat between my legs to meet his fingers.
Dacre grinned with pride. “I knew you loved the idea of getting caught.”
His fingers filled me, his thumb toying with my clit, and I moaned. When Dacre’s lips suctioned to my neck, making me tremble, I moaned again.
“Be a good girl and come all over my fingers, baby,” Dacre whispered in my ear.
It was enough to set me off. My body exploded with heat, my muscles tightening. My orgasm tore through me, my body shuddering through the sensation.
Dacre lifted his head, his smile filled with satisfaction. He slid his fingers from between my legs and lifted them straight to his mouth, sucking on them. “You taste incredible, Bambi.”
I shook my head, suddenly bashful as I took a moment to clean myself up. “Do you think anyone heard us?”
Dacre took both my hands and helped me down from the counter. “No chance.”
Gripping his shoulder, I pulled him in for a kiss. “Thank you for getting me off so hard.”
“I mean it when I say any time. Day or night. You don’t even need to ask.”
Kissing him again, I turned for the door. “Wait a couple of minutes before you follow me out.”
He nodded, turning to the basin to wash his hands. “I promise not to give our secret away. Not when you were so quiet while you were coming,” he teased.