“There’s enough time for that, later,” he says, his voice thick.
I love the feeling of my hand in his. Looking down at his fingers, I think about the last thing those fingers did to me and my face burns so much my skin tingles.
“Is everything okay?”
“F-f-fine,” I stammer, trying to replace thoughts of his fingers sliding under my dress and into my panties. There’s no way I’m getting through tonight if I’m fixated on his hands!
“Good. Toby, we’re ready.”
Blake gives me a quick rundown about the people we’re meeting tonight. Conservative. Be charming. Don’t be bold. It’s mostly a summary of what he told me before, but it feels good to be reminded, since it’s so easy to forget everything when I’m so close to him.
“Oh, and before I forget. There’s one more accessory you need.”
I look at him, confused. I have the most amazing dress, shoes, and purse. What else do I need?
He slips a small box out of his jacket pocket. Inside, is the most gorgeous, sparkling diamond ring I’ve ever seen. Even in the low light, it catches and reflects the light in ways I never thought possible.
“My fiancée needs an engagement ring.”
Seeing Camellia on her knees in front of me? I nearly shot a load right there. Those innocent blue eyes, the way she bit her lip. Fuck. Me. And the sexiest thing of all? She has no goddamn idea about how hot she is, especially the way she looks in that dress and heels.
Toby slows the car in front of Parker’s Steak House and I can see the fucking paparazzi lurking like the rabid fucking vultures they are. Who the fuck is here tonight?
“This is how this is going to work,” I say, because I know Camellia has certainly never experienced this kind of situation before. “Toby is going to open my door, then I’m going to walk around and open yours. There are photographers out there. Ignore them. I’m dead serious about this. Do not look at them, do not speak them. Am I clear?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers. Fuck. I’ve scared her.
“Hey, I’m sorry if that sounded harsh. They’re not here for me, but they know who I am and they’ll try and get our attention. I’ll protect you.”
She looks at me and nods, her hands nervously grasping her purse. It’s surprising how well she’s wearing the dress I had my assistant pick out.
“Toby. Door.”
I pull the cuffs down on my sleeve jacket and prepare myself for the onslaught. Even when I want publicity, I fucking hate the paparazzi.
“Westwood! Westwood! It’s Blake Westwood!”
The photographers cluster around the car and I shove my way through them. When I open the door for Camellia, she waits as I instructed her to, then carefully steps out. I thread her arm through mine. Flashbulbs pop and flare around us as we walk up to where the doorman is holding open the door to the restaurant.
“Thanks, George,” I say, sliding a fifty to him.
Inside, Camellia looks quickly over her shoulder and glances outside. “Is it always like that?”
I chuckle. “No. Thankfully, they’re not here for me.”
“Oh shit,” Camellia murmurs. She whips her head away from me and her eyes go wide in astonishment. “That… That’s… Oh my God! That’s Veronica Vargas and her boyfriend!”
Veronica walks towards us, her jiggling boobs nearly popping out of the skimpy designer dress that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“Blake, darling, how are you?” she purrs, touching my arm and air-kissing my cheek.
“Fine. You?” We’ve been to a couple of the same parties, though we’ve never slept together. She’s desirable as fuck, but well-known to be crazy when it comes to men. The poor guy on her arm has no idea what he’s in for, if all the rumors are true.
“We should have lunch sometime,” she says, glancing at Camellia and obviously dismissing her as potential competition. You could never compare to her.
I nod, unwilling to even give her the time of day.
I take Camellia’s jacket and hand it to the coat-check girl, along with my own coat.
“Wow. I didn’t know places still had those!” Camellia says, her eyes wide.
Her innocence is so genuine and amazing. Watching the world through her eyes makes me see everything fresh, too. Honestly, I don’t even notice details like this anymore.
“Mr. Westwood. It’s good to see you again,” the maître d’ says, nodding his head. “Your party is waiting for you. If you’ll just follow me.”
He leads us to one of the center tables, where two investors and their wives are waiting for us.
“Are you ready?” I ask Camellia, pausing us for a moment.
“Oh, definitely,” she says, giving me a smile that lights up her face. I’ve been worried that she’ll freeze up, but now that we’re here, it’s like a light has flipped in her. She nods at me and we head inside, as if this was just a normal thing for the two of us to be doing.
—
“I couldn’t believe it either, right?” Camellia says, tossing her blonde head back in a laugh that is as pure and beautiful as crystal chimes. I look around the table and then back at Camellia. She glances at me, looking unsure. I smile at her and the wariness in her eyes falls away.
Camellia has charmed the investors more than I thought anyone possibly could. Her head is bowed as a wife of one of the investors whispers something to her, and then they start laughing conspiratorially. I’m going to have to give Raymond a fat bonus for making this suggestion. In hindsight, none of the glamour girls I normally take home could have done half of what Camellia’s done tonight.
I slip my hand onto her knee and give a gentle squeeze. Camellia blushes fiercely as she glances at me, a shy smile curving on her sweet lips.
“That’s really an incredible fiancée you have there,” Wendell Townsend says, slapping me on the shoulder. “Gotta say, didn’t believe it when I heard you were engaged. Have to admit that we’d heard some wild stories about you.”
I give Wendell my best smile. “It’s true,” I say, feigning embarrassment. “I have some wild times behind me and I made a lot of mistakes. But Camellia has taken my life by storm. I never realized what I was missing until I met her.”
“You’ve really surprised us,” Wendell’s partner, Ellis, says, nodding his head as he watches Camellia talking to his wife. “Camellia is a remarkable young woman. We’re impressed. I think our board is going to like this development,” Ellis says, turning his gaze to Wendell, “don’t you?”
“I do, I do.”
I look at Camellia and smile, realizing my smile is genuine and no longer an act. If you’d asked me two weeks ago if I would even consider going out with a virgin, even on a dare, I would have laughed in your face. Sure, I’d had virgins before, but they were never my brand of fun. But Camellia. Fuck, just looking at her curves in that demure dress has my cock tightening in my pants. Camellia is something special, something I didn’t even realize that I could possibly want. I want to hold her in my arms forever, fix everything that’s difficult in her world, and fuck her every night.
I want Camellia.
I need Camellia.
I’m going to make Camellia mine.
—
“You’ve done really well tonight,” I tell Camellia, turning to her after the last of our dinner companions have left.
“Well, they’re such nice people, it was actually really easy. It didn’t feel like work at all!”
Camellia’s guard is down and she’s more captivating than ever. I never would have imagined being so enthralled by a virgin.
About that.
I look at Camellia from behind, her dress clutching her curves. A familiar pressure builds in my cock and the memory of her soft moans from the limo echo through my mind.
“Here you go, sir,” the coat check girl says, smiling as she places our coats on the little counter.
“How about you take a nice break?” I say, opening my wallet and sliding a crisp Benjamin to h
er.
She pauses for a moment, glancing between us, then slides the money from the counter and into the pocket of her dress.
“Of course, sir.”
Camellia looks at me and I smile at her and stroke her hair. When the coat check girl opens the little counter gate and slips out, I lower my hand to Camellia’s ass and squeeze.
“After you.”
“What?” She squeaks, but allows me to push her inside the tiny coat check room.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you all night,” I say, guiding her into a corner. I’m not really one for public sex, but my blood is surging and I want more of Camellia.
“Oh… I… I mean, I’m not sure we should. I… is this really a good idea?” Camellia stammers. Even in the low light, I can see her eyes widen with desire. Her breath catches and I can hear how uneven it is. The reaction of her body to me in this enclosed space betrays her true desire, and her half-hearted protests are no match for me.
I know desire when I see it.
“Undo your hair,” I demand. With her hair up, she looks classy. But I don’t want classy Camellia, I want to see Camellia come undone. Her blonde hair down, I run my hair along her jaw and then fist her hair. I tilt her head back, then lower my mouth to hers. Camellia’s breath is jagged in the enclosed silence of the coat-check room.
“Are you sure?” I breathe on her neck, but not actually touching her. “I can stop touching you, if you prefer.”
Her body shivers and she thrusts her sweet hips towards me.
“No,” she says, almost imperceptibly.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you,” I taunt her, relishing her obvious desire and shyness.
“I want… I want you to touch me,” she finally admits, trying to push her face towards mine.
I lower my mouth to hers, forcing hers open with my tongue. I know I should take it easy, build up to a kiss like this, but restraint is the last thing I have right now. I’m tasting her mouth for the first time and it’s more intoxicating than any alcohol I’ve ever tasted. Camellia returns my kiss, teasing me with her tongue, matching the movement of mine. Fuck. I can’t wait until I can feel that tongue licking and teasing my cock.
But there’s time for that.
Now? Now, I want to taste Camellia’s sweet virgin pussy. Now, I want to give her a taste of what’s to come and to make her want me as much as I fucking want her.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her mouth trying to find mine as I pull away from her. I run my hands over her body and I groan as she pushes her breasts into my hands, her perky nipples begging to be sucked and licked.
“Take off your panties,” I demand.
Once again, Camellia is obedient.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs.”
Her eyes go wide and she moves her feet to the side.
My cock is hard as a rock right now. I want nothing more than to free it and slam it inside of her, feel her legs wrapped around me as I bounce her on my cock and show her what a good fuck feels like.
But I can’t do that to Camellia. The first time I take her, it’s certainly not going to be in a coat-check room.
I slide my hands down her body, falling to my knees in front of her. I’m thankful she chose this dress, with its full skirt. Trailing my hands up her legs, I look up at Camellia and revel in how she bites her lips and tilts her head back. She’s far more sensual and in tune with her sexuality than I ever imagined any virgin could be. Once she moves past her shyness, she embraces the sensations I make her feel. It’s heady to watch her walls come down as she lets herself feel pleasure.
I let the hem of her dress fall over my head as I trail a line of kisses up the inside of her legs. Her scent is overwhelming.
Camellia gasps as I grab one of her legs and place it over my shoulder. I raise myself up slightly and take a long sniff before parting her nether lips with my tongue. A soft moan escapes from Camellia as I grab her ass and hold it firmly as my tongue lavishes attention on her pussy and clit. She pushes her slick sex towards my tongue, her desire taking over and begging for more. Pulling her closer to me, I bury my face in her hot pussy and devour it.
Her leg trembles on my shoulder, clenching me. My body is quivering with blazing need for her, but this is all for Camellia. I’m showing her the tiniest taste of what’s in store for her. It’s my mission to get her so worked up that all she thinks about is what sex with me will be like. As she starts bucking against my tongue, I increase the intensity and hold her so she can’t move away. Her body shakes violently as she comes on my tongue, her muscles spasming around my head.
“Ohhh,” Camellia moans, her body starting to relax.
Slowly, I stand up. My dick is so hard it hurts.
Camellia reaches for me, pulling my face to hers and kissing my lips and sucking at my tongue.
“Have you ever tasted yourself before?”
“N-no,” she says, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
“Well aren’t you the kinky girl,” I say, leaning in to kiss her again. She gives her mouth fully to me, letting me claim it, mixing my tongue and her juices in her mouth, licking my lips like they’re her favorite candy. Fuck she’s hotter than any woman I’ve ever been with. “Come home with me,” I say, surprised when I hear the tone of my voice. Fuck what I said about waiting. I’m desperate for her. Am I begging? What the fuck is happening to me?
Her body stiffens and I see her look away.
“I… I’m sorry. I know this probably sounds wrong, but I’m not ready for that,” she says.
I can feel her shrinking away from me and it tears my heart in two.
“We won’t do anything. I swear,” I say. I can’t bear to be away from her tonight. I know I won’t sleep a wink, even if she’s in my arms, but I can’t let her go yet.
“Really?” Her voice is small.
“Really,” I respond. God help me if she makes any kind of move on me, because I won’t be able to hold back if she does.
“I suppose that’s okay,” she says, a slight smile on her lips.
My heart leaps at her assent and I pull her close into a hug. I can’t wait to have her in my bed.
It takes me a moment to realize where I am. I try to move my arm, so I can rub my eyes, but there’s a heavy arm pinning mine down.
Last night comes back in a rush. The expensive steak dinner, talking with the investors (which was easier and more fun than I ever expected!), and then… the coat-check room. Damn, Felicia has been right all along! Blake and I didn’t even have, y’know, proper sex, but what he did with his tongue was way, way more than I ever imagined possible! My fantasies have nothing on reality!
“Holy shit,” I mutter, looking around Blake’s bedroom. It’s bigger than my entire apartment! There isn’t much in here, just the bed, night stands, and some abstract art on the walls, but all of it reeks of money. The sheets feel smooth and cool beneath my skin – they are way better than the sheets I bought at the discount store when I moved into my apartment.
I glance over my shoulder. Blake is sleeping behind me, his muscular chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily in his sleep. Asleep, he looks much calmer and approachable than he does when he’s awake. His dark eyelashes flutter as if he’s dreaming.
Why he invited me back here is a mystery. I mean, yeah, we’ve practically had sex a couple of times, but what could a man like him even possibly see in a girl like me? Am I just a conquest, so he can put another notch in his bedpost? There are endless pages of search results about him on Google and they show him with so many different women. Yeah, it seemed like we had a moment in the coat-check closet, but that was just because we’d been fooling around, right?
I carefully slide out from under his arm and out of Blake’s bed. Even the idea that there could be something between us is stupid. Even though I don’t like college and it’s not my first choice for how to spend my days, I’m determined to do what my Aunt Anne wanted me to do. This thing with Blake? It’s just a job. It’s a wei
rd-ass job, for sure, but thinking it could be anything else is pure fantasy. There’s no way I’m giving it up to him, even if he is the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
—
“You did what?!” Felicia squeals when I tell her how I snuck out of Blake’s apartment, not waking him up or even leaving a note. “How could you leave Mr. Sexy Suit like that?!”
Now that Felicia has seen the photo of Blake, Veronica Vargas, and me in the gossip column, she’s been surprisingly chill about finding out that Blake is who I’m working for.
“What was I supposed to do? Sit in the corner until he woke up?” I sigh. Neither of us has enough money to go out for brunch, so Felicia has come over and we’re sitting on my bed, eating cereal out of chipped bowls.
“Uh, yeah.” Felicia says, flipping her brown curls. “More importantly, why didn’t you tell me about running into Veronica Vargas as soon as you did! I nearly died when I saw that picture of the four of you online today! What was she like? Was she cool?”
“Really,” I say, wiping milk from my chin, “she barely glanced at me. She practically ignored me, honestly. And I couldn’t just text you in the middle of that dinner. That was work, you know.”
Felicia starts laughing so hard that she nearly spills her cereal all over my bed.
“Hey! Watch it!”
My bed may not be as nice as Blake’s, but I don’t want to see it get slopped with milk.
“Oh. My. God. What is that?!”
I follow Felicia’s gaze to my hand.
“Oh. I totally forgot about that.” I slip the ring so the diamond is against my palm and only the gold band appears on the top of my finger – the ring is definitely not something I should be wearing around town.
“Let me see,” she demands, thrusting out her hand.
I know I shouldn’t, but I hand it over to her. Felicia’s eyes go glassy as she slips it on her finger, holding it up to the light. It really is an amazing ring. I can’t believe he bought it just for this crazy job he’s having me do.
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