“Wow!” Marco and Hannah say at the same time.
I turn to look in the full length mirror in my bedroom and I couldn’t be happier when I see my reflection. “Marco you did well!”
Marco starts to curtsy and we all burst into laughter.
The car pulls up outside the event and we wait for the driver to get out and come round to open the door, when we step out we will be on the red carpet and there is a sea of paparazzi ready to snap us.
I take a deep breath as the driver gets to the door, “Ready, Han?” I have been to these kinds of events numerous times, but I can never shift the nerves I get beforehand.
I step out and I am momentarily blinded by all the flashing lights — we start to make our way along the carpet, posing for pictures together and stopping to answer questions the reporters shout before making our way inside the hall where we are greeted by Sasha, we exchange pleasantries before making our way to a table. I find myself looking round trying to find Matt l but I can’t see him anywhere.
“He’ll be here soon.” Hannah says, I must have made it too obvious I was looking for him.
“I know.” I flag a waiter over to take our order. “Could we have two bottles of champagne, please?”
“Make that three.” A deep, sexy American voice says from behind me and instantly I know it’s him. I turn to face him and oh my God. He looks divine. I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop the pool forming between my legs. He is wearing a three-piece dark grey suit which fits him perfectly, showing off his masculine frame.
I don’t recognize the man standing beside him, but he is also a fine specimen of a man. He nods at me.
“Hi, Matt.” Is all I manage, I’m lost for words.
“Hi, Casey.” He moves to take the seat beside me and turns to whisper in my ear “The way you look tonight — I wish you weren’t all business and more pleasure.” I can feel his breath as he speaks and it sends a shiver down my spine as he refers to our previous conversation.
The time goes by so quickly — it’s true what they say. Time flies when you are having fun.
Matt and I have spent the night in our own little world, chatting amongst ourselves. The connection we have is undeniable. We started by talking and laughing, but ended up whispering with our heads bent close together. Our eyes meeting, our breath mingling, our hands just barely grazing each other was making me crazy. Is it the champagne or Matt Jackson that was making my head spin ever so slightly?
Shortly, I excuse myself to go to the ladies with Hannah and Sasha.
“Woooow, will you two get a room?! You’re making me blush.” Hannah teases.
“The two of you would make a perfect couple; you are both sexy and wealthy!” Sasha winks.
“Will you two shut up?” I laugh at my two friends.
“He looks like he is going to pounce on you any time soon. You’re going to have to take that man home tonight.” Hannah wiggles her eye brows and Sasha agrees.
“Oh, I intend to.” I wink at them before turning toward the mirror; I touch up my lip stick, rub my lips together and blot.
“Come on, it’s time for a dance!” Hannah directs us out of the ladies room, we twist and turn through the scattered tables and eventually we make it to the crowded dance floor and start moving to ‘Beyonce – Single Ladies’. I recognize a few of the people around us. Luke Parrie, who is the most arrogant person I have ever met, is dancing with a girl whose face I know but can’t put a name to. As always, Luke’s wing man Greg Wells is close by and he is dancing with a red head.
I remember when Hannah and I were ‘blessed’ by their presence at an award ceremony a few months back. Luke wasn’t too happy when I told him he didn’t stand a chance when he asked if he would be able to look inside my panties. It wasn’t long until he turned abusive; calling me a bitch and saying I wasn’t good enough for him. He obviously didn’t enjoy being turned down.
We dance for a few more songs before Hannah and I head back for a drink leaving Sasha dancing with some friends of hers. Matt is standing close by to our table talking to an older dark haired man and beautiful girl, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat bun, her makeup done to perfection which makes it a little too obvious that the look was completed by a professional makeup artist and an elegant neck line on show with her halter neck dress. She’s flirting with Matt and makes it too obvious, unnecessarily laughing and touching his forearm, her eyes never leaving his face, even when the other man seems to be talking. Irrational annoyance begins welling up inside of me.
I sit and finish off my glass of champagne before looking at Hannah who is watching me. She signals the waiter and gets him to top our glasses up with wine. We both thank him at the same time as he walks away.
“Tonight has been so much fun,” Hannah smiles at me and I nod in agreement. It was fun until the blonde bombshell appeared, I wish that she would just disappear and leave Matt alone. I have my back to them so I can’t see if she is still flirting with him which is driving me crazy but at the same time I’m glad I can’t see because the thought alone makes me feel sick.
As if Hannah can read my mind she moves closer to me and whispers; “You are so much better than her, Case.” With a little wink she sits back and takes a sip of her wine.
“There is no comparison.” I shrug my shoulders.
“Have you seen the way that Matt looks at you? He looks like he is going to pounce at any minute.” Hannah states.
“I’m sure that he is looking at her the exact same way, Han.”
“Can I sense a little bit of jealousy here, Casey Phoenix?” Hannah asks, her voice is high pitched like she is struggling to believe what she is saying. “You never get jealous.”
“Jealous? Me?” Is that really what I am feeling, jealousy?
Hannah doesn’t say anything, she just laughs. She knows me too well, that I don’t get too involved with men to let myself have the opportunity to ever consider being jealous. It’s just a no go for me.
Before I know it Matt is sitting beside me and I glance over my shoulder to see if Blondie is still around and she is nowhere to be seen. Bonus, Hannah excuses herself and heads back over to the dance floor.
“You okay, babe?” Matt’s eyes wonder down my body, to the slit in my dress and back up to my face.
“Yes I am fine, thank you.” I hate that name, Darren used to call me and every other girl ‘babe’. Probably so he didn’t get our names muddled. Prat.
A wide smile takes over his face and butterflies start going crazy in my stomach.
“Are you sure?” He asks knowingly.
“Yes I’m sure. Where’s your date gone?” I ask sarcastically and he starts to laugh and shakes his head.
He finishes his whiskey with one mouthful before placing the glass back on the table. Not once does he take his eyes from my face and it intimidates me a little.
“My date? You mean Laura?” And I nod repeating her name in my head. ‘Laura and Matt’ doesn’t have a nice ring to it, but ‘Casey and Matt’ sounds promising.
He playfully raises an eyebrow at me. “I didn’t think you would be the jealous type.” He laughs.
“I’m not jealous. I’m just curious where she went, that’s all.” I act unbothered and knot my fingers
together in my lap, watching a group of people over from us, I avoid making eye contact with Matt.
“She is the daughter of Peter Kirby. Do you know who he is?” Matt asks.
“Yes I know of him.” Peter is a well-known retired sportsman who now has a large business empire; he normally attends functions like this but obviously sent his daughter along in his absence. I have only met him once or twice but he seemed friendly enough.
“She came across to introduce herself and I told her about the possible merge of the Jackson and Phoenix empires. She agreed it would be an awesome move.”
“Well tell her she can merge with Jackson Industries if she thinks it would be that awesome.” I say sarcastically. I think all the wine has
released my inner bitch, the bitch who never really gets an opportunity to come out to play.
Matt laughs again, his tongue dashing out to wet his lip and I have to squeeze my thighs together tightly.
“Fine.” Is all he says, but the delivery in his low thick voice has my heart beat fluttering.
Uh-oh, have I gone a step too far? I hope he doesn’t think that I am some crazy jealous woman who, after one kiss gets jealous over every single woman he speaks to.
I don’t know where the confidence comes from, but I am going to blame the wine, a sudden rush of adrenaline comes over me, my whole body burning, wanting and my heart beat racing. I put a hand on his cheek, the connection of the stubble on his face to my palm drives me crazy and I move closer to him, before I know it, our lips are together, our tongues dancing. It doesn’t take long for Matt to take control of our kiss, his tongue taking the lead and tasting every part of my mouth; his fingers gently stroking my thigh where the slit meets.
I feel like my inner goddess has been released, I feel sexy and I feel wanted.
And I enjoy it.
Chapter Seven
Casey
When it is time to leave we decide to share a ride together, the four of us pile into my limousine, we drop Hannah off at her house first of all, and then drop off Jack at the hotel and Matt and I get dropped off at my house.
“Nice place.” Matt says when we get inside. He’s right, it is a nice house, a little big considering I live here alone — well, that’s when Debbie isn’t here, so it’s just really me and the security men who sit outside at the gatehouse.
“Thanks — my dad built it for me.” I smile. “Would you like a drink? I have champagne and beer?” I offer
“No thanks, I’m not thirsty, I’m hungry.”
“I could make us a pizza—“
Before I know it his lips are on mine devouring me, the kiss is deep and passionate, but soon escalates as we are both desperate with hunger. Without breaking our kiss Matt slides his hand up the slit of my dress rubbing my bare thigh. His other hand palms my breast through my dress and I moan at the pleasure rippling through me. My own hands start fumbling with his suit jacket and with his help it falls to the floor. I start to open the buttons on the waist coat and peel it off him. He breaks our kiss and moves round to my ear where he starts to nibble on my lobe, my head falls back to enjoy this moment. When I look back I realize he has pulled his shirt off and is now completely topless. I take a few moments to admire his toned torso and bulging biceps. This man should really have a modelling contract or something.
It doesn’t take me long to realize that his arms aren’t the only thing that is rock hard. I rub the growing bulge which is starting to show through his pants.
“Fuck Casey, I want you so bad.” Matt growls
I undo his trousers and push them and his underwear down and his cock instantly springs to life. I really cannot find a fault with this man. He is huge. I start to worry if he is going to fit.
His hand runs back up my bare thigh and finds my panties and slips inside, pushing a finger inside my opening to make sure I am wet enough before sliding another finger in and fucking me with two fingers.
“You’re ready for me Casey, come here, turn around” He instructs me, his voice full with authority and I follow as he bends me over the back of my couch and lifts my dress up. Within moments his fingers are inside me the pace faster than last time. As his fingers continue to fuck me harder and faster I let my head fall back and enjoy every moment.
As I begin to reach the brink of my climax I begin to shudder, Matt reaches his spare hand round and begins to rub my clit. A violent orgasm runs through my whole body and leaves me feeling limp.
“You are so sexy when you cum for me Casey. Your pussy is so beautiful when it is throbbing.” He growls from behind me.
Within moments I feel him against my opening and with one strong thrust he is inside me, I can feel my walls stretching to accommodate him. The next thrust he is fully inside of me.
“Fuck Casey, you’re so tight!” He hisses, “You feel so fucking good.”
He pulls back out, leaving me feeling empty, waiting for my next dose. With one fierce stroke he is back inside of me. I cry out and he lets out a low grumble of pleasure. He quickens his pace clutching tightly on my hips as every inch of his cock fills me. I cry out as my second orgasm shakes through me. Matt pumps into me harder and faster to drag my orgasm out as long as he can and after several more thrusts he finds his own release.
His cock jerking inside me, he cries out.
We barely sleep that night, our hunger for each other evident so when we make it upstairs it isn’t long until we are at it again, just like in the kitchen, en suite and dining room.
Whenever his hands aren’t on me, I instantly miss his touch; I crave it and then regret what I had done.
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I wake feeling sore, but I have never felt so attractive in my life. Every inch of me aches and yet, I feel so sexy. Matt has made me feel so special; he has been so attentive to my needs and wants. Darren never made me feel that way. His touch never sent sparks through my body the way Matt’s does and how he gives me butterflies just by looking at me. I now realize Darren was only bothered about his pleasure, whereas Matt makes sure we both get our release.
We spend that Sunday together, never leaving my house once and I am grateful that Debbie doesn’t work Sundays, we both have turned our phones off so we aren’t interrupted once. We share an electrifying shower together and cannot take our hands or eyes off of each other.
Afterwards Matt prepares us breakfast of bacon and eggs which we eat at the dining table. I can’t help the flush in my cheeks as I remember what we did on this very table in the early hours of the morning.
I can’t help but think that what we are doing is wrong on so many different levels. I haven’t even known this bloke a week and he already knows my body like the back of his hand, he can push me over the edge just by looking at me with his eyes. How can I be professional around a man who just by looking at me, can turn my legs to jelly?
Once we finish eating we clean up our dishes we make our way back up to my bedroom where we both lay in bed facing each other. The duvet is only covering us both half way and I am grateful that I threw a quick nightie on after our shower; Matt on the other hand, has just been walking around in his shorts. I can’t help but admire the man’s perfect body. Every muscle on his abs is defined rock hard and the only hair on his torso is a fine line of dark which runs from his short line to his naval.
He props his head up with his arm and watches me attentively as my eyes dash to his biceps which are now on show; I swear they are bigger than my thighs.
My eyes travel back up to his face where I observe all of his features, how is it possible for a man to be this good looking? How is it possible for such a good looking man to be in bed, watching me admire him?
I eventually make eye contact with him and he raises both of his eyebrows at me “Quite finished now?” he jokes.
“I was just thinking what a good body you have Jacks. How do you work out?”
“When I’m home I go to the gym 3 or 4 times a week with my buddies. Sometimes James comes along when he can be bothered.” He laughs, “Lazy fucker he is – but I also run. My place isn’t far from the beach so I go out there most evenings. Also, sex is a brilliant way to exercise, especially if you have a good partner.” He wiggles his eye brows and his lips turn up into a sexy grin.
“Ah, sexercise, I’ve heard about that. But do you do it often enough to see the results?” I know I shouldn’t as I probably won’t like the answer, but I can’t help myself. I sit up in the bed to brace myself for his answer.
Looking up at me he shrugs “You can never have too much sex – the women are so easy over there, and as soon as they come across a man with money then it’s even easier.”
I start to remember about all the different women in the pictures with him. Has he had sex with all
them too? I try my hardest not to let my feelings show so I put my best poker face on. “Yeah – money definitely makes people more attractive. I have never had as much male attention in my life--”
“The men aren’t attracted to your money, Casey. You are an attractive woman.”
We are silent for a couple of moments, occasionally exchanging glances which hold the entire weight of our attraction for each other.
Matt sits up beside me and I watch him, “Tell me your story, Casey,” He looks straight in my eyes trying to read me, his hand slowly rubbing up and down my spine sending them sparks rippling through me.
“My story? It’s not that interesting Jackson-“ He nods for me to continue and I take a deep breath, “I thought I was in love with my first serious boyfriend – he was called Darren and I was with him a little over three years, turns out the bastard was sleeping with one of my friends for the majority of the time we were together- I was planning to surprise him for his 21st birthday, I bought him a cake, champers and planned a chilled night in, the two of us- I’m not the best cook but was planning on trying to cook him a three course meal, really make a nice effort for him,” He watches as I glance down at my hands I didn’t realize I had been playing with, before looking back at up at him. “I bought him a lottery ticket for his birthday which I never ended up giving him, which turned out to be the big winner – the reason I am who I am today. You don’t realize how lucky I am not to have thrown the card, which I had put the ticket in, at him.”
“Unlucky bastard, I bet he soon regretted thinking with his dick when he realized you were a millionaire.” He rubs the bridge of his nose with his free hand.
“Once word was out he tried to call me once or twice telling me how he had made a big mistake and how he has always loved me, but I didn’t believe his bullshit. I suppose he ruined my trust in men.” I shrug my shoulders and give him a small smile which he mirrors and takes my hand in his, his thumb slowly rubbing the back of mine.
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