Tessa was trembling as he turned her slowly in his arms, his hands splayed over her buttocks as he nuzzled his face against her crotch. “You smell delicious,” he rasped. “I can already tell you’re wet, just from your scent. Let me see, love.”
She couldn’t stifle the low moan that escaped her throat as he pushed aside the fabric of her thong and slid two fingers deep, deep inside of her slit. She clutched at his shoulders as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm. “Ian, oh God, that’s so good,” she whispered. “But – please – your parents will hear us.”
He laughed softly. “No surprise to my father that I’ve been dying to shag you all day. He’s probably wondering why we didn’t sneak off for a quickie in between tea and dinner.”
Tessa felt like her entire body was flaming with embarrassment and not just her face. “Oh, my, God, he is not! And we can’t do – that with them right next door to us.”
Ian grimaced. “I’ve never been able to figure out why the second largest bedroom in this house is right next to the master suite. I suppose it would have been bad manners to move my parents to the room at the end of the hall, given that it’s the smallest, wouldn’t it?”
Since Ian was still intent on pleasuring her with his fingers, Tessa could only nod in agreement, not trusting herself to open her mouth for fear she would emit another, louder moan. But when she shoved a fist inside her mouth to stifle the noise, he grinned and took pity on her.
“Let’s try this, shall we?” He stood and hoisted her over his shoulder, her legs dangling down the front of his body as he carried her inside the walk-in closet. He set her down before closing the door, then turned to face her.
His gaze lingered on the heavy swell of her breasts, still encased in a lavish white lace bra. “Well, now that I’ve gotten a good, long look at you – Jesus, you’re breathtaking, Tessa – there is no possible way I’m not having you tonight.”
She nodded, her eyes lowering to the huge bulge of his erection against his trousers. “Is it – will this be private enough? I would be – mortified if your parents heard me, you know - ”
He laughed wickedly. “Moan? Pant? Make all those wild noises you love to do when you’re aroused? Well, you might want to tone it down a bit, but I don’t think they’ll hear us in here. Of course, if you really want to make sure, I’ve got a solution.”
Her head fell back against one of the walls as he deftly unhooked her bra, his hands cupping her bare breasts. “Ah, oh. What – what’s that?”
As Ian bent his head and began to lick her right nipple, he grabbed one of her silk scarves from the rack and dangled it in front of her. “I would be very happy to gag you.”
As he moved his attention to the other breast, she let out a long, low moan and panted. “Um, maybe that’s not such a bad idea.”
***
“You’re sure I look all right? I would be so upset if I embarrassed Ian tonight.”
Tessa looked at herself critically in the full length mirror for perhaps the fourth or fifth time, worrying that the gown was too over the top, or that her heels were too high, or her hair not quite right.
“You look absolutely perfect, dear. Stunning, in fact. You and Ian will definitely be the handsomest couple there tonight by far. Turn around once more.”
Tessa obeyed Joanna’s instructions and did a slow, 3600 turn. The two women had commandeered the master bedroom and bath to get ready for the symphony ball, banishing Ian to use one of the spare bedroom suites. At Joanna’s prodding, they’d had lunch earlier today at Neiman Marcus followed by a mani-pedi and a blowout at the in-store beauty salon. Tessa had initially resisted the idea, insisting she could easily do her own nails and hair for this evening.
Joanna had regarded her curiously. “Why on earth would you want to do that, dear? In case you weren’t already aware, my son can definitely afford to pay for a few spa services for you.”
Tessa had shrugged, always uncomfortable when the subject of money came up. “I know he+ can. But I don’t like to take advantage, especially since I don’t have an official job, or bring in any income. And, well, you’ve seen how much he’s already done for me. I don’t like feeling like a useless, frivolous girlfriend.”
“Well, now you’re just being silly,” Joanna had declared. “Trust me, dear, Ian adores taking care of you. And after what you’ve told me about your childhood – all the sad things that happened to you – well, you can begin to understand why he’d want to do that.”