I can tell he’s annoyed, his stance is combative, his arms are crossed over his chest, and his eyes are slightly narrowed. We’ve only been here about an hour and a half, but my guess is she’s talked to everyone that she’s needed to and she wants to leave them wanting more. I’m sure he’s pissed that she’s not only leaving early but that he’s not invited to leave with her.

  I see him guiding her somewhere assumedly so they can be alone and I follow so that she’s not out of my sight. I don’t think Paxton would ever manhandle her, but she’s also trying to end their relationship much to his disappointment, so I can’t be sure. I’m only about twenty feet from them, my back turned to try to give them some privacy when all I want to do is stand behind her and dare him to touch her.

  It isn’t until I hear her call my name that I turn around to see that he has her against the wall, with his hand wrapped around her wrist. She doesn’t seem like she’s in pain, but for her to call for me, I know that means she doesn’t want to be in this situation anymore. I’m next to her in an instant, putting myself between him and her forcing Paxton to release her wrist and stare him down.

  “What’s going on?” He furrows his brow and begins to speak when I cut him off, raising a hand. “Not you.” I turn my head to the side enough to see her hand resting on her hip. “Eastwood,” I grunt. I use her last name from time to time, and right now I’m trying to remain as professional as I can. Using her last name is keeping me from showing this asshole how I feel about him putting his hands on the woman that—somewhat—belongs to me.

  “He’s throwing a tantrum because I’m leaving and don’t want to go on his bullshit fake vacation.”

  “It’s not fake,” Paxton counters.

  “It’s fake in the sense that you want to do it for pictures. I’m over it. I don’t want to be with you.” She stomps. “If we have to fake it for a few months at things like this, for work,” she stresses, “fine, but if you think I’m going to fake it beyond what is absolutely necessary, you’re crazy.”

  “Why was your hand on her?” I ask him.

  “I didn’t hurt her,” he says instantly.

  I’m about to respond that it doesn’t answer my question when she interjects.

  “No, but I told you to let go and you didn’t.”

  I glower at him. “Is that true?” I suddenly want to break his hand for thinking that she owed him anything.

  “Because she wasn’t listening!”

  “Listening to what?” Shay exclaims. “You fucked up, Paxton! It’s over. There’s nothing you can say to make this right. There are a million girls out there, probably that you’ve already fucked that will gladly take my place. Go find one of them.”

  He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a sigh of exasperation. “I don’t want one of them. I want you.”

  I can tell he’s getting irritated with the fact that I’m still standing between them and he’s having to speak around me.

  “Would have been great if you felt that way before you cheated on me.”

  His eyes snap to mine angrily like I’m the reason this conversation isn’t going the way he wants it to. “I still don’t understand why you’re here. She’s not in any danger. She’s safe with me, Hunt. Can’t you back off?” I want to respond that based on his actions she is definitely not safe with him, but I refrain as the sound of a camera taking a picture cuts through the tension and my eyes flit to the source of the noise to see someone scurrying around the corner.

  “See, you’re causing a scene,” Paxton groans.

  “ME!?” Shay exclaims. “You couldn’t just let me go.”

  “Great, now who knows what’s going to come out. Shay, you’re fucking unbelievable, you know that? Us staying together benefits you too.” He glares at her and I take a step closer to him, forcing him to take a step back.

  “Watch your language,” I warn him, and it’s one I hope he heeds because I don’t give more than one.

  He groans, knowing he’s not going to get anywhere. “This is fucking ridiculous. Your PR team said you were on board.”

  Shay moves from behind me. “I am! There was never any talk about a vacation and I was very clear last night with you about what I wouldn’t tolerate. Seems you are not on board.” She turns to look at me. “I’m ready to leave. Now.” She walks away, moving to the main room towards the exit, and I follow closely behind her. She stops to talk to a few people and I keep walking towards the exit as I send a message to the driver to have the limo brought around.

  After she says her goodbyes, we leave the party in silence as we make our way to the limo. The tension crackles between us and my dick hardens with every passing second at the thought of what’s to come. I want my hands on her so badly I know there’s no way I can wait until we get back to her house.

  “I got it.” I nod at the driver before we get to the door and he makes his way to the driver’s seat. I look down at her before I open the door and do a quick scan of who is around, how close they are, and if they’ll be able to hear what I say before I lean down close to her face. “I’m not letting you out of this limo until you come.”

  She gasps and her eyes light up with excitement as I open the door for her. She slides in and I close the door behind us, grateful the privacy screen is still up to avoid me having to raise it again. She reaches for my belt the second we begin moving but I grab her hands and pull them to my lips, shaking my head. “No.”

  Her brown eyes widen expressively. “No?”

  I drop to my knees on the floor of the limo and run my hands up her thighs, pulling her down so her ass is on the edge of the seat. “No.” My voice is low and I can hear how gravelly it sounds in my own ears. I push her dress to her waist exposing her hairless cunt and I let out a breath because I wasn’t expecting her pussy to look as good as it smelled.

  I know we should talk about what just happened. I should see if she’s okay about the interaction with Paxton but I can’t go another fucking second without tasting her.

  She’d spent quite a bit of time by her pool recently reminding me that every inch of her is exposed to the sun except for the tiny triangle between her legs and a small area surrounding her nipples. These areas are slightly lighter than the rest of her rich brown skin and the thought that I’m seeing something that no one else in the world gets to see sends a feeling of possession through me. The tan lines are so sexy, like a line drawn on her skin of what I shouldn’t touch or taste or kiss.

  “Oh.” The word leaves her lips with a gush of air and her lips part allowing her tongue to peek through, reminding me that I haven’t tasted her mouth because I was trying to avoid ruining her lipstick.

  I grip her thighs to hold her in place, my thumbs moving back and forth softly on her inner thighs, and I move up to her face. I drop my eyes to her mouth letting her know what I want and she leans forward to connect our lips. Her hands find my cheeks just as both of our mouths open and my tongue slides through her lips to find hers which she meets with such an urgency my cock jerks in my pants. She moans, holding me closer to her as she moves her hands from my cheeks to the back of my neck to play with the hair there.

  There is something about a woman’s hands in my hair that drives me insane.

  I pull back, remembering how desperately I want to eat her cunt and drop my lips to her neck, peppering a trail of kisses down her chest and between her breasts. I move one hand from where I’m gripping her thighs and gently pull the cup of her dress down and circle her nipple with my tongue, my eyes still on her even though I’m desperate to see what her nipples look like. I want to know if they’re dusty pink or brown or a mix between the two. She whimpers and I feel her trying to close her legs, but I drop my hand to keep them apart.

  I feel like a man possessed, with my hand between her legs, my mouth on her nipple, and my eyes on hers. I feel desperate to taste every inch of her in the span of this ride home like I don’t have all night to explore her body with my mouth.

  When I look down at her cunt, she’s wetter. Her sex is slick and slightly parted from holding her open so I can see her clit peeking out and my mouth fucking waters for a taste of her. I drop my face, hovering just above her pussy and blow gently. “Damian.” She shivers and I watch as the goosebumps erupt on her flesh and her fingers dig into the leather seats. “Don’t tease me. God, I’ve wanted this for so long.” She’s staring down at me, her breast still exposed and her breathing labored and shaky as she waits for the moment we’re both anticipating.

  “So have I,” I grunt, telling her the truth and she gasps just as I flatten my tongue and run it through her slit and swirl it on her clit. The sexiest moan leaves her lips and then her hands are in my hair. Her moan vibrates through me and has a direct line to my cock, and fuck, I wish I had the space to take my dick out and grip it while I do this. There is something about eating a woman’s pussy that turns me hard as a rock and Shay has the sexiest tasting cunt. I roll my tongue over her clit in circles, fast and then slower when I feel she is getting to the edge based on her moans. I cast my gaze up at her and her eyes are closed, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and her back arched as best as she can with how she’s seated. I slide away from her clit, and lap up every drop of wetness in my quest to the entrance of her sex before I push my tongue inside of her.

  “Oh my godddddd.” She groans as she pushes me harder against her and grinds her pussy against my face, forcing my tongue further inside of her. I smile inwardly at her body’s desperation for a climax as she raises her hips in time with how I make love to her cunt. I slide my tongue back to her clit because I can sense we are nearing her house based on the turns we are making and I was going to make good on my promise of not letting us out of this limo until she’d come all over my face.

  I suckle her clit, using my lips to suck her into my mouth. “Jesus Christ, Damian.” I slide my hands under her dress to grip her ass and pull her closer and her legs slide over my shoulders as I eat her faster and lap at her making her melt against my tongue.

  “Time is running out, if you don’t want the driver to know I have my head between your legs back here,” I grunt against her.

  “Mmmm, I’m close.”

  I feel us slowing to a stop and I can sense her climax looming. I hear the driver get out of the car and before he can think about opening the door, I reach to the door locking it from the inside before doing the same to the other. “I need you to come all over my face, gorgeous,” I tell her. “You know all those nights you touched yourself thinking about me?” I whisper against her wet skin, giving sloppy, wet kisses to her cunt. “I touched my dick just as many times,” I confess. “Jacked my dick fucking raw thinking about my tongue stuffed in your cunt.” I growl and then she shakes, pushing her hands further into my hair and her pussy harder into my mouth. She lets out a low sexy moan that sounds like my name, making me painfully hard.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” she moans. Her pussy quivers against my tongue and she gets wetter letting me know she’s doing exactly that. “Oh my God, right there. Yes!” she shakes as cries out. She pulls her hands from my hair and puts them next to her on either side to keep her upright because when I look up at her she looks like she’s going to collapse.

  Her eyes drop to mine and they’re slightly glassy but she blinks them away as I move back up so that we are face to face. She lunges forward, putting her lips back on mine and her arms around my neck as she kisses me like she can’t get enough. She pulls back after a moment and drags her nose down my jawline. “I always loved the way you smell and I can still smell you…along with me.” I move off the floor and sit next to her, running a hand through my hair and then along my jaw to collect some of her juices that are covering the area around my mouth.

  I unlock the door. “You ready?” I raise an eyebrow at her hoping she hears both meanings in my question. Ready for me to open the door and also for all the things I plan to do to her tonight.

  The smile that finds her face tells me she knows exactly what I meant. “Absolutely.”

  My body is still recovering from the soul-shattering orgasm Damian gave me in the back of the limo and now we’re in my bedroom like we’re a couple that just got back from a night out, and I let myself fantasize about what that would actually be like. A night out with him followed by a sex-filled night in. Dinner and dancing and pictures on the red carpet with the television star and her security-turned-beau. Could that actually happen? I allow myself to think about positive news reports and interviews and people shipping us because it’s the cutest fucking story.

  I’m brought out of my fantasy by the sound of a champagne pop and I see Damian setting a bottle in a bucket of ice that he’d brought up from downstairs.

  He turned down the lights and lit the fireplace and now his tie is off and he’s undone the top few buttons leaving the top of his chest exposed. I can see a sliver of ink and I’m excited to see the tattoos I haven’t seen before. I’m still in my dress, knowing it’ll take little to no effort to take it off and I want to tease him a little since he knows I’m completely nude underneath. A flash of his lips wrapped around my nipple comes charging into my brain and even though it was brief, it sent a delicious surge through me. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that.” I slowly pull some of the pins out of my hair that are keeping it to the side as he moves towards me, removing his jacket and loosening his cufflinks. His hands reach up to hold my face and the smile he gives me almost stops my heart.

  “I want to give you more orgasms like that,” he tells me and my sex pulses in anticipation. “I want every orgasm I give you to be better than the last,” he whispers against my skin as he reaches under the strap of my dress and lets it fall off my body to pool at my feet. He takes a step back and scans me from my feet to my face and I thank every Pilates and yoga class and every miserable hour spent with my trainer because of the look of hunger and desire in his eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His hand rubs his dick and I lick my lips, wanting to feel him in my mouth because I know I’ll enjoy giving him head as much as he loves eating my pussy. I move towards him reaching for his belt when he grabs my hands and I frown.

  “This is the second time you’ve stopped me. Damian, you can’t fuck me with your clothes on.” I groan as he walks backwards, my hands still in his, and sits down on my gray sitting chair in front of the fireplace. He spreads his legs and pats his thigh giving me a look that heats my entire body. I cock my head to the side before sliding my fingers through my sex that is still wet from his assault. “I’m going to make a mess on your tux.”

  “Oh, I fucking hope so.”

  “Don’t you want to fuck me?” I ask as I slide onto his lap, straddling him and opening up my sex. The cool air tickles the wet flesh and when his covered dick rubs against my clit, I whimper in response to all the stimulation.

  “There are so many ways I can fuck you before I even get my clothes off.” His hand slides down between us to my pussy and drags two fingers through my slit slowly. I grip his shoulders to try and tether myself to this moment. He slowly slides his fingers away from me and his tongue darts out to lick them lasciviously.

  Jesus Christ, this man is going to kill me.

  He nods his chin towards me in that sexy way that men do. “Make yourself come.”

  I blink at him. “What…? How?”

  He shrugs. “However you want. Tell me what you want.” He reaches up and grips my chin. “Take what you want.”

  “Well, take your dick out for starters.”

  He smiles a dazzling smile that makes my stomach flip and my clit pulse and I hate that he seems to have a hold on my heart and my sex right now and both are fucking dangerous.

  “Nice try, gorgeous. Rub your cunt against my dick.”

  “Through your clothes?”

  “You’ve never dry humped before?” His words are sinful and sexy and low and they rumble through my body. I swallow thinking about pressing my cunt to his covered dick trying to make out every ridge through his clothes.

  “Not since I was sixteen with one of my Dad’s client’s sons.” I roll my eyes before a flare of guilt runs through me when I remember where—the back of my Dad’s Maserati—and when—my Dad’s birthday. I look up towards the heavens and wince. “Sorry about that.” I turn back to him. “Nevertheless, it was not fun.”

  He chuckles and rubs his thumbs over my nipples. “You didn’t do it right.” He grips my thighs and moving me back and forth over himself aggressively. A shiver dances up my legs and slides up my back as I roll my cunt over the hardness between us.

  “Can we at least do it through your briefs?” I ask him as I begin unbuttoning his shirt. I’ve seen him shirtless a few times at the beach or when we’ve been on a private yacht when I’ve basically begged him but it hasn’t been nearly enough times. I gasp when I see his chest, because there are more tattoos than I remember, and fuck it’s a turn on. “You are so fucking sexy, Damian. Just looking at you makes me wet.” I moan into his ear as I grind my wet cunt on him. His hands find my naked ass and he squeezes. “My heart is pounding right now and I can feel it between my legs.” I nibble on his neck and move up his jaw still smelling the scent of my cunt as I begin rubbing against him again. I run my tongue over his pulse point and press a hot wet kiss there that makes his cock jerk beneath me. “Please fuck me, Damian. I need to feel your dick inside of me.” I’m trying to break him and I think I know how to do it. “Do you want to know how I know it’s big?” He pulls me away and gives me a look that says I might be in trouble for what I have to tell him.

  “Tell me,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice husky, and his eyes blazing with something between lust and fury.

  “I walked in…I didn’t realize anyone was in the shower and I saw…” I drop my head back remembering the way my mouth dropped open when I saw how hung he was. “I hadn’t meant to.”