“Baby, you keep kissing me like that, I swear I going to drag you from here like we’re back in The Cave Bar.”
“Sounds like a plan - you have my permission to ‘drag-away’.” We look at each other and then burst out laughing in unison. “That sounded far sexier in my head. Please don’t go all draggy on me.”
“Baby…” his eyes darken with promise and the tone is once again serious as I feel him press the evidence of his arousal into my tummy. “…one thing I can promise you is that I will always be 100% male.”
No doubt about that.
“I’ve not spent enough time with you I’m sorry, darling, a complete travesty when you look the way you do, but I’m going to correct that now. Give me a few minutes to say my goodbyes to some of the contacts I need to say my goodbyes to, for business purposes only and I’ll meet you by the lift in fifteen. I’ll be thinking of you wet and naked beneath me for every one of those fifteen minutes.” He presses a kiss against my neck and whispers into my ear “Are you wet, Lu?”
Fuck, he turns me on. “Very.” I chew on my bottom lip for added definition and smile inwardly as I see his sharp intake of breath and watch his sexy hand reach up to rub his stubble. I love that I can make him lose all control.
I turn, ready to head off to grab a nightcap from the bar, and hear his deep voice and shiver as tingles shoot up my arm as his hand clasps my wrist. My eyes are searching, as he brazenly assesses me, for just a second too long before speaking. “Don’t remove the mask.” I just nod, mutely and leave, feeling him all around me, as he watches my exit. I’ve only taken a few steps when my suspicions are confirmed.
“I’ll see you soon, Lu. It’s a good job I adore that juicy arse of yours, you’ve spent half the night walking away from me. Almost as though you’re tempting me to bury myself within it.”
I down my second Disarono on the rocks, in quick succession and wave at Nathan and Abby who by all accounts will not be partying for much longer - well not in the ballroom. They had practically been eating each other up for the past ten minutes and I’m ashamed to say I’d watched them with excitement, knowing that in a few moments I’d be with my own Prince Charming. Grabbing my purse from the bar top, I assess the crowd, I can’t see anyone else I need to say goodnight to, Chris is nowhere to be seen, not that I want to encourage him but it’s polite I suppose and Sebastian must have already escaped to meet me. Blowing a kiss at Abs I slightly unsteadily, head to meet Sebastian.
I watch her sexy butt wiggle its way off into the crowd for what seemed the fiftieth time that night and stroke a hand over my head in frustration. I’m here in Dubai, at this glittering Masquerade Ball with the most beautiful and intoxicating woman I’d ever known, yet, I’d spent barely ten solid minutes in her company all night. I’ve truly let her down - promised her I’d not leave her side and done exactly that, over and over again.
My cock had been rock hard, painfully so for pretty much most of it too. She looked fucking stunning with an air of magical seduction about her - must be that mask, which only highlighted her green eyes and that work-of-art dress - fuck me, I’m sure it had been spun by Rumplestiltskin - nobody could look that good and offer themselves without a catch; without obtaining something in return.
She is receiving something in return though mate isn’t she? Your heart!
I know its true, and it scares the hell out of me. I mean I love her, I know that now, I’ve confessed, admitted it to myself and spoken it aloud many times - I like the sound of it on my tongue but can I offer everything I have, really let go and completely give her my heart; my soul?
I’m not sure I have a choice.
I crave her scent, touch and smile at all hours and just the thought that she is in a room, close by and I am not at her side, connecting with her, my hand on the curve of her tiny waist, the curve of her hip, my fingers gripping her juicy behind or leaning in to kiss her succulent mouth is my undoing - I am lost without her and need her 24hours a day. I’m God damned bloody addicted to the woman. Who’d have seen that one coming? Certainly not me.
My only saving grace is that I see the continual need glowing within her lime orbs too, feel it in her touch and her filthy forbidden words - that’s what has made it so difficult to concentrate and work the room this evening, rather than just escaping and taking her up against the nearest wall.
Tonight had been important to the Company and I’d played the game, intent on marketing my business at this opportune moment - I’d met several new potential clients and one connection had been truly worth it; a billionaire investor who wanted to build or possibly renovate a castle / hotel in Scotland and after tonight, he was keen to have Silver Construction on board. I am also keen to invest. I can see this one being a potential goldmine, or Silvermine, as Nathan calls these type of rare opportunities. Go with your gut, my inner voice suggests and I have to agree.