Chapter 13
DESIRAE
Leading Stone to my bedroom feels so right.
I still have hold of his hand as I walk to my bedside and turn on the small lamp on the nightstand, bathing the room in a soft glow.
The man who I stood toe-to-toe with when I barged into his office in West Palm that day is here in my bedroom, looking like he wants to devour me.
And I want him to. I want to put everything else out of my mind.
The possibility of losing my building, the worry about whether I can trust him with my business and with my heart.
I don’t want to think about all that right now, I just want to feel.
And he’s the perfect man for that job. Tall, dark, and handsome, sexy beyond words, and a scent that’s masculine and just him.
I want to explore every inch of him and I want him to see every bit of me. I know my body, what it needs, what it likes, and right now that is Stone Anginelli. No self exploration for me tonight. I’m going to give myself to Stone and let him take whatever he wants.
Stone is still holding my hand. With the other, he strokes my cheek, which causes me to look up into his eyes.
I see the want there, the need, and the desire—desire for me.
It feels good, knowing that he finds me attractive, knowing that he wants me.
I say a quick silent prayer, thanking the underwear gods that I chose wisely today.
I love wearing sexy lingerie, even if it’s just for me at home, and I can’t wait for him to see what I’m wearing under these sweats.
I turn my cheek toward his hand, relishing the stroking of my face, anticipating what’s to come.
I place a kiss on his palm, my insides tingling at the sensation of my lips on his rough skin.
It’s actually a turn-on that his hand isn’t too smooth.
It’s rough and rugged, the hand of a man who’s not afraid of hard work, despite being the owner of a billion dollar company.
A groan emanates from his throat. “Des, I’m going crazy. Crazy with wanting you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
With that, I turn my back to him, moving up against him and tilting my neck up to him to nuzzle. He pulls me into him, grinding into me as he nibbles my neck, then wrapping his arms around me to cup my breasts.
As his hands find the lace of my bra, my back involuntarily arches and a moan escapes my lips. I turn to face him, breaking our contact so I can remove the barriers between us.
With his eyes on me, I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside, then pull down and step out of my sweats, revealing a champagne color deep plunge lacey bra with a second top strap that stretches across my breasts revealing a swath of bare skin, accentuating the roundness and fullness of my breasts.
I’m also wearing matching boy shorts made of lace and mesh.
His reaction is instantaneous—I see it in the dilation of his pupils and the movement of his throat as he swallows.
I unbutton his dress shirt as quickly as I can, reaching up to open it wide and push it off of his broad shoulders, revealing the most gorgeous man chest I’ve ever seen.
My hands have a will of their own as I run my palms over his pecs, down his abs, and to his waist, unfastening his belt and slacks in record time.
He stands motionless, letting me take the lead. Not because he’s subordinate, I don’t believe that for a second. He’s considerate, and thinking of my needs. He confirms it when he says, “Tell me what you want, what you need.”
I whisper. “First, I want you to know I take my health and well-being seriously. I’m on the pill and I see my doctor regularly.”
“Thank you for telling me that. My last check-up showed no issues. I haven’t been with anyone since then and I always use a condom. I have one with me.” He smiles. “Prepared like a boy scout.”
“Something tells me you’re not a boy scout.”
He winks. “Only if you want me to be.”
He steps out of his pants, then pulls out his wallet, removing a condom, before tossing the pants on a nearby chair.
I take the condom from him and place it on the nightstand, then grab his hand, leading him to the bed. Before lying back, I grab a pillow, placing it under my hips for maximum comfort, then pull him down to settle between my thighs.
Instead of telling him with words, I guide his hands to show him my pleasure points.
I place one of his hands on my breast, moving it until he instinctively takes over, rubbing and tweaking my nipple through the lace, and with the other I take his middle finger, inserting it inside my panties and placing it between my folds.
He takes over stroking me, his finger matching the rhythm I set with my hips.
The slickness that immediately ensues and the tingling and tightening of my nipple encourage him to continue.
My head falls back and I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensations, as a moan escapes my lips.
I can feel Stone’s erection against my thigh, and it appears he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Without prompting, he adds another finger to his stroking, and alternates the rubbing on either side of my clit.
I’m dripping wet now, and the tingling down there is growing warmer and more intense by the second.
Just as I’m about to beg him to replace his fingers with his tongue, he lets out a guttural moan.
“Des, you smell and feel so sweet. I want to taste you so fucking badly.”
“Please,” I beg, finding his head and curling my fingers in his hair.
He removes his hand from my breast, inching his body downward until he’s settled between my thighs.
Using both hands, he peels off my underwear, then cradles my thighs before burying his face in my mound and mimicking the previous movement of his fingers with his tongue.
I remove my hands from his hair and grab my breasts, pinching my nipples, reveling in the sensations as both my nipples and my clit radiate heat and harden into nubs.
My pleasure heightens, rising higher and higher, as I reach the peak.
My entire body is infused with warmth and convulses, as an orgasm slams into me with so much intensity I’m gasping for breath.
“Stone—please—I need you—now.”
I barely register what’s happening as he grabs the condom and rolls it on, before sinking into me as deeply as he can.
I open my eyes to find him hovering over me, looking at me with the tenderest expression I’ve ever seen.
Of their own volition my hips start moving again in a gentle rhythm in sync with Stone.
His arms are braced on either side of me so that his weight is not on my chest, and he lowers his mouth to mine, his tongue demanding I open up for him.
Once inside, it dances with mine, mimicking the same rhythm as his cock.
My pleasure builds again as Stone makes one final thrust, then releases into the condom with a roar, which causes my insides to pulse in tune to the beating of my heart, as ripples of pleasure radiate from my pussy like waves.
Tears of joy form in my eyes as Stone turns onto his side and positions me in front of him, wrapping his body around me and snuggling close.
The next day, it’s showtime, and my mood couldn’t be better.
The backstage area is humming with nervous energy as I make last-minute adjustments to ensure I’ve done everything possible so that the dresses and models will showcase my inclusive vision, allowing everyone to shine in their own unique way.
As she’s lining everyone up, Emma gives me a reassuring squeeze and a knowing look.
“Girl, you are absolutely glowing. And I don’t think it’s due to excitement about the show.” She leans in and whispers. “You and Stone did the deed. Don’t deny it.”
I give her a wink. “I’m not the type of girl to kiss and tell.”
The men are standing by the edge of the curtain, waiting to escort the girls. My eyes constantly look to Stone as he offers me silent reassurance, and occasional smoldering glances, reminding me of our time together last night.
At the end of the show, Joselyn invites the models and escorts to return to the stage to take their final bows, then introduces me so I can come out and thank everyone.
As I make my way across to stand beside her, I see Stone holding a gorgeous display of yellow roses, my grandmother’s favorite.
He hands them to me with a kiss to my cheek, waiting for the applause to die down before speaking.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for spending the evening with us. Every dollar raised tonight will directly benefit the citizens of Pelican Point. I’d also like to thank everyone who made this event possible, including all of our volunteer dress models and their escorts; event planner Joselyn Vargas and the Celtic Knot Winery; and the woman responsible for all of the beautiful gowns you’ve seen tonight, Desirae Russell, a nationally recognized designer located right here in Pelican Point! ”
My heart swells with pride as the crowd erupts in cheers and applause, not just for me, but for everyone on stage.
Following my thank you speech, my elation quickly shifts to concern once I exit the stage, as I see Mrs. Reilly sitting in a chair, with Regina and Emma tending to her.
My chest tightens in panic as I realize something’s wrong.
Rushing to her side, I bend down and take her hands, noting the confused look on her face. “Mrs. Reilly, are you alright?”
When she doesn’t acknowledge me, I look up at Emma, who shrugs with uncertainty.
“She appears to be disoriented. She keeps asking for Christopher. Do you know who that is?”
Christopher? Just as I’m about to yell for someone to call 911, Stone approaches, and Mrs. Reilly’s demeanor instantly changes.
“There you are, Christopher. I’m feeling a little tired. Would you mind driving me home?”
And then I remember. Christopher is the name of Mrs. Reilly’s son who died.
Stone calmly comforts her, apparently going along with the charade.
I hear an audible gasp from Regina, who looks like she’s in shock.
I’m not sure how well she knows Mrs. Reilly, but she’s clearly distressed by the scene.
Since Stone seems to be handling Mrs. Reilly just fine, and the paramedics are on their way, I turn my attention to Regina.
“What’s wrong? You look upset.”
“Desirae, did I hear right? Did she call Stone Christopher?”
I nod my head. “That’s her son’s name. She must think Stone is her son. But he passed away forty years ago.”
Regina looks like she’s about to pass out, so I immediately guide her to a seat. Tears form in her eyes and I can’t resist the urge to hug her. I pull back and take her hands in mine. “What is it? Do you want me to have the paramedics check you out as well?”
Regina takes in a deep breath, then exhales. “No, that won’t be necessary. I was just caught off guard. I know who Christopher is.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Christopher Reilly is the name of Stone’s father.”