Pulling my panties roughly to the side, he thrusts his finger deep inside me. I inhale sharply and pull on his hair. He kisses along my jaw, nibbling and licking down my neck as he pulls his finger out and pushes back in with two fingers. He has me so worked up and so wet there is no resistance as his fingers slide in and out. He begins working me hard and it’s not long before I’m panting and that familiar anticipation is growing. My body chases it, my hips beginning to thrust against his fingers.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Saxon croons into my neck.
He rubs his thumb over my clit, teasing it. “Oh God,” I breathe as my orgasm rolls through me. Saxon wraps his other arm around my waist to hold me tight as my body shakes ferociously against him.
I go limp in his arms as I come down from the mind-blowing high. No matter how many he has given me over the past few months, they never dull in their power or effect. Saxon pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth before he sucks on them, one by one.
“Brooke, your pussy… you taste so fucking sweet,” he smiles. “Was there anything else you needed distraction from?” he asks with a shit-eating grin.
“I think I’m good for now, but thanks,” I say dryly.
He chuckles down at me, slowly releasing his hold and placing my feet firmly back on the floor.
“Get yourself together, baby. I want a dance.” He places a light kiss on my forehead before walking down the side of the building. He turns back, “I’ll meet you at the bar.”
He turns the corner as I stare in shock after him. Slumping back against the wall, I appreciate being able to take a minute to get my head straight. What just happened? How do we go from such a serious conversation to fooling around?
It’s so different seeing him at work, so formidable and controlled. After work, when it’s the just the two of us, I see another side of him. He’s strong and confident as well as fiercely loyal to those he loves, which I know is not many. He’s caring and fair. Again, I wonder why he is this way. Why he puts up those walls and that front. What secrets does he hold? What exactly happened with his family?
I’ve never met anyone like Saxon. He’s such an enigma. I don’t know if I’ll ever truly know him, or all of him. He’s so special. I know he has issues, and even though I’m not sure what they are, I know it just makes him even more special.
How long can I be this selfish, keeping him all to myself for a friendship only? He seems happy with the arrangement. We’ve spent the last few months working hard and enjoying each other. We’ve stuck to our rules of no sleepovers and no emotions, enjoying the peace and comfort the other person brings.
Standing upright, I test the strength of my legs as I fix my panties in place and straighten my dress. Giving my hair a quick pat down, I head up the side of the building, deciding I better check myself in a bathroom.
I leave the bathroom after having fixed my lipstick and straightening my hair once more and enter the ballroom. I spot Saxon instantly over by the stage talking to a band member. It’s like I’m drawn to him.
Saxon stalks towards me and hands me a glass of champagne. “You all right?”
“Great.” I smile up at him before taking a sip of the expensive drink.
He gives me his perfect wide smile, which melts me every time, and holds his arm out. “May I have this dance?” he asks, amusement in his eyes.
“You may.” I place my arm in his.
As we reach the edge of the dance floor I take another sip of my drink before Saxon takes my glass and places it on a passing waiter’s tray. Holding his arm out, he gestures. “Shall we?”
Smiling, I follow him onto the dance floor as the band begins playing “The Way You Look Tonight.” Saxon takes my hand and starts moving me around the wooden floor. God, can he dance. I’ve never been the best, but you can’t even tell. Just like in life and work, he takes control and leads me all over the dance floor.
With the song being a bit of a faster pace I struggle to keep up and am breathing a little quicker by the time the song is over. My chest moving rapidly up and down. We pause to clap for the band, and I thank God for a chance to catch my breath.
As another song starts, I begin making my exit. “Uh-uh-uh, not so quick. I’m not done enjoying you yet,” he smirks.
“I was actually hoping for a drink,” I tell him, as I turn and take two more steps, again trying to leave the dance floor.
“Later,” he says, grabbing my hand and spinning me back in.
As Saxon pulls me towards him I recognise the chords as Nat King Cole’s “Unforgettable.” Saxon wraps me up in his arms, and it’s not long before we are wrapped so tightly together there is barely a breath of space between us. My head rests on his chest as he places his head on mine, holding my hand over his heart.