by Sabrina Sol
So when he’d mentioned in passing the other morning that she should come to the party, she decided to take him up on the invitation. Her first call was to Amara to see if she’d be able to stay with Lorena. She’d already been in radiation treatment for three weeks and the side effects had started to take hold. She was always tired and feeling sick to her stomach. Daisy didn’t feel right leaving her alone even for a few hours, so luckily her cousin had agreed to come over. Once that was decided, she called Mira and asked if she’d go shopping with her to help her pick out the perfect dress. Credit card balance be damned.
As she walked through the front door of the restaurant, her stomach did flips worthy of an Olympic gymnast. But she knew her nerves had nothing to do with the immediate sightings of a few celebrities and everything to do with the thought of spending some quality time with a certain sexy restaurateur.
She grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing server’s tray and gulped it down in the hopes it would calm her. Instead, warmth rushed to her head and she reached to steady herself on a nearby banister
“Daisy, is that you? Are you okay?”
She turned to see Dante, Brandon’s lawyer friend, approaching her with a concerned look.
“Hello, Dante. Yes, I’m fine. Just drank my champagne a little too fast, that’s all,” she said and tried to laugh.
“Ah, okay,” he laughed, too, and they exchanged polite kisses on each other’s cheeks. Then he took a step back and she noticed an appreciative nod. He saw her watching him and he blushed. “Sorry, was I staring? I hope you don’t mind me saying this, Daisy, but, wow. You look fantastic.”
“Thank you. It’s a new dress.” Mira had picked it out, and at first Daisy had laughed at the thought of herself wearing something so revealing and tight. The red dress had a plunging neckline that made her cleavage appear much more bountiful than normal, and the clingy material accentuated her hips and ass. Mira had loved it on her so much that she threatened to buy it for her if Daisy didn’t. Then her new friend and best client had surprised her that day with an at-home makeup and hair appointment with her own private stylist. There was no way Brandon was going to not notice her tonight.
She hadn’t thought about other men noticing her, too. Dante must’ve sensed her wariness. “Don’t get me wrong, that is quite a dress. But I meant everything about you looks great. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you look really happy, that’s all.”
Even though she’d been a little worried about not getting to see Brandon as much, she had to admit that she was genuinely happy. She’d landed a dream client and her event planning business was already drawing publicity and word of mouth referrals. Her dad had a girlfriend whom she suspected would soon be more. And she was having the best sex of her life with one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors, and if things went as planned, she’d be having more of that amazing sex very soon.
“I am happy, Dante. I didn’t realize until right now, but I am.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. And, for what it’s worth, Brandon has seemed pretty happy these days, as well.”
“Really?”
“Of course. His mother’s getting the treatment she needs and we both know that it wouldn’t have happened without you. I know he’s very grateful to you.”
Grateful wasn’t the word she’d expected him to use when it came to Brandon’s feelings toward her. She shook off the sudden dip in her own emotions and tried to change the subject.
“What about you, Dante? How are feeling these days?”
This time she’d expected a general “fine” or “good,” not his very blunt, “Damn frustrated.” She noticed him looking past her and turned her head to see who or what was at the other end of that highly intensive stare.
Alexa.
And then she understood. “Oh.”
He dragged his eyes away from her and looked at Daisy again. “Yeah, oh.”
“Well, don’t give up just yet. Sometimes we get tired of pretending that what we want isn’t what’s right in front of us.”
Wasn’t that why she was here tonight? After a few days of not having Brandon in her bed, she decided she could do two things: pretend she didn’t miss him and tell herself she didn’t need multiple orgasms on a nightly basis, or get dressed up and do whatever it took to remind him what he’d been missing.
“I hope you’re right. And, just so you know, it works both ways. Speaking of…I just spotted your fiancé, and judging by the stern look he’s giving me, I think it’s time for me to go find someone else to talk to. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Daisy.”
She turned her head to follow Dante’s gaze and saw Brandon’s own gaze staring right back at her. It was as if she were seeing him for the first time, and what she saw took her breath away. He was dressed in a beautiful dark suit that accentuated his naturally tanned skin. His dark hair was slick and neat, and he was freshly shaven. But it wasn’t just the way he looked—it was the way he looked at her. And although he was several feet away and across the crowded room, she felt his heat. Smelled his desire. Tasted his need.
Because they were the same as her own.
They made their way slowly to each other, stopping along the way to say hello to familiar faces, but only breaking eye contact for a few seconds. With every step, Daisy’s nervousness fell away, replaced with a determined boldness to make it known how very badly she wanted him.
When they finally met in the middle of the room, every nerve hummed with a need that she’d never felt before.
“Goddamn, woman. You look fucking hot.”
“Well, I figured if I’m supposed to be Brandon Montoya’s fiancée, then I better look half as good as he does.”
“Are you kidding me?” he lowered his voice and looked around the room. “You are the most gorgeous woman here, and if there weren’t a hundred people in this dining room right now I’d bend you over the nearest table and show you just how hard I got the moment I saw you.”
If she were telling the story later to Amara, she would’ve blamed the champagne. But in all honesty, it was the way he talked to her. And this time it was much more than the words—it was the raw need she heard behind them. It turned her on so bad that she decided to be as blunt as him.
“As much I’d love for you to do that, we can’t obviously,” she murmured into his ear. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t do something else.”
Then she grabbed his hand and led him to his office.
She didn’t say another word as they walked through the restaurant and then the kitchen. As people approached, he waved them off and said he had to take care of something and he’d be right back. When they finally made it inside and made sure the door was locked, he wasted no time in taking her into arms and plundering her mouth with his tongue.
“God, I’ve missed you. So much,” he groaned between hungry kisses. His hands were all over her and she basked in his touch. But when his fingers traveled under the hem of her dress, she pushed them away.
“You don’t get to touch me there…not yet.”
He pulled away and looked at her with a surprised smile. “Am I being punished or something?”
“Mmmm. You’ve made me wait for a few days, so I’m going to make you wait for a few more hours.”
“I don’t understand. Then why did you bring me back here?”
“So I could do this.” She reached between them and cupped the hard bulge between his legs. On a groan, his eyes rolled back in his head. Daisy pushed him backward until his thighs hit the edge of his desk, then she undid his belt buckle and pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles.
She took in the sight of his straining erection, and it thrilled her to know he was like that because of her. “I told you I was hard, baby,” Brandon rasped. “I’m so hard it hurts, and only your mouth or your pussy is going to make me feel right again.”
Forgetting about her expensive dress and perfect ruby lipstick application, Daisy dropped to her knees and took Brandon into her
mouth. She heard him growl or groan, or both, above her. His reaction only fueled her own and she started to rethink her plan to withhold sex from him until later tonight. But as he muttered her name over and over again, she realized she was getting off on giving him so much pleasure.
“Damn, that feels so good. Do you like sucking my cock, baby?”
She hummed her appreciation and that seemed to make him go wild. He fisted some of her hair and his breaths grew ragged. She was drunk on desire and the overwhelming need to bring him to climax. She switched from sucking the length of him to licking around the tip of his penis, savoring the taste of him so much that she moaned as well.
“Holy shit, Daisy. I can’t take much more. Fuck me one more time with that sweet mouth of yours so I can come.”
Daisy did as instructed, not caring anymore that she wasn’t calling the shots. All that mattered was Brandon’s release. And after a few more seconds, she got it. His thighs quaked under her grip as he exploded into her mouth, and she took everything he gave her.
When he was finally spent, he helped her to her feet and kissed her. When they broke for air, he tapped his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. “That was fucking unbelievable. But tonight is going to be even better. Trust me.”
He kissed her one last time before bending down to pick up his pants. She left him and headed toward his private bathroom where she knew she’d find extra toiletries like toothpaste and mouthwash. Unfortunately, it didn’t have what she really needed. Another set of panties, since the ones she wore were completely soaked through. She did the only thing she could do at that point.
When she was all cleaned up, she exited the bathroom and found a smiling Brandon waiting her for at the door.
“Guess I didn’t mess up your hair and makeup too much. You still look fucking amazing.”
His words brought a familiar rush of heat to her cheeks. Time to do the same to him. “Yeah, well, there was one thing I couldn’t fix.”
“And what was that?”
“My panties. I had to toss them into the trash, so you may want to get rid of them before the cleaning crew comes in.”
“You threw them away? Then what are you wearing underneath?”
“What I plan to be wearing when you come home later tonight. Absolutely nothing.”
She kissed him on the cheek and left him standing there with his mouth open and his complexion as red as her new shade of lipstick.
Technically speaking, Daisy had lied to him. She’d promised she’d be naked when he got home after the party. Instead, he found her on the bed still wearing the pair of strappy black heels she’d worn earlier.
“I still love the yoga pants look, but this is definitely a close second,” he said after he closed and locked the bedroom door.
“I thought you’d like it,” she purred, and his cock strained under his pants. He quickly remedied that by shedding all of his clothes and his socks and shoes. Then he joined her on the bed and took her into arms. They both groaned at finally having the skin on skin contact they’d been craving all night.
He kissed her hair, then her forehead, and finally her lips. He’d been thinking of them for hours now. How soft and warm they felt under his, and how hot and greedy they’d been around his cock.
“Do you know how difficult it is to be a good host when you’ve got a hard-on underneath your pants?” he asked her, as she moved her lips to kiss his jawline and neck.
“Probably as challenging as trying to listen to someone tell you all about their new car when you’ve got no undies on.”
Her breasts jiggled against his chest as she laughed and he couldn’t help thinking how wonderful that was. In fact, everything about tonight had been wonderful and it was only getting better. He lifted her chin to look at him, “You fucking rocked my world tonight, you know that? I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but thank you.”
“Honestly, it was supposed to be more of a punishment for staying away these past few nights. But I guess I didn’t really think it through, did I?”
“Hey, I am sorry. You know I wanted to, right?”
It was the truth. Kind of. He had been busy working with Alex on getting the restaurant ready for the big party. But thoughts of a naked Daisy distracted him more than a few times, and he made himself stay away on purpose so he could concentrate on everything that needed to get done at work. Every time he saw her, though, it killed him to not reach out and touch her, or kiss her and hold her like he was doing now.
Then she’d walked into his restaurant looking the way she looked, and he knew he couldn’t stay away any longer.
“None of that matters anymore. What matters is that you’re here now,” she whispered and his heart felt heavy with want. They kissed for a long time, reacquainting themselves with each other’s taste and rhythm. Their tongues swirled and savored until it wasn’t enough anymore.
He moved his mouth to her breasts and took one thick nipple gently between his teeth. Her sighs egged him on, and he longed to make her moan louder, harder.
“I need you in me now, Brandon. Please,” she begged.
Nodding, he reached for the foil packet already lying on the bed. He quickly sheathed himself and then spread her open. The lips of her sex glistened, and an urge to taste her overwhelmed him. He moved down and settled between her legs. She groaned his name as soon as he slid his tongue against her opening. He swore and grasped her thighs and pulled them open even more. Then he licked her again and again until she pulled at his hair and bucked her hips.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned.
“Then come,” he rasped as he pushed himself back up, grabbed his cock, and penetrated her.
She swore as the orgasm rocked her body. As her pussy clenched him over and over, he bent down and captured her lips in an open kiss.
“Somos uno,” he whispered into her mouth.
Thrust after thrust, they clung to each other. Moved together. And then came together one last time.
Afterward, once they’d both caught their breath, Brandon hooked his arm under her and she snuggled against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and then inhaled. She always smelled so good. And he loved it that even when she wasn’t with him, he could still smell her on him. He’d missed this.
“You feel so good lying next me,” he told her. “I was an idiot for working so hard.”
“You were busy getting ready for the party. I understand. I may not have liked it, but I understood.”
“You do?” Daisy never ceased to surprise him. Most women would’ve been angry that he’d spent all his time at the restaurant. Not only was she not pissed, she’d given him a blowjob in his office.
Daisy sat up and pulled the sheet over her naked breasts. “This party was a big deal for your restaurant, right?”
“Huge. Big shots from the studio were there, and there was talk of getting us to cater their next awards dinner.”
“Oh, wow. That’s amazing. Congratulations. See, I get that. I get doing whatever it takes to get your hands on the next job. If all goes well with the wedding, then I’m going to get myself some office space so I can start meeting all my fancy new clients in places other than coffee shops and Amara’s bakery.”
He was impressed with her plans and a made a mental note to call his realtor friend and ask him to start looking into some rental properties for her. “That’s a great idea. So, how are things going anyway, with the wedding planning?”
“Good, actually. Christian is a sweetheart. He just wants to do whatever Mira wants to do. If it were up to him, he’d marry her tomorrow at the courthouse. But Mira says she’s only planning to get married once and she wants to do it right.”
“That’s a nice thought.” He crawled his fingers to the side of the sheet and tugged down.
“Why?” She swatted his hand away. “You don’t think their marriage is going to last?”
“I have no idea. But the odds are stacked against them. They’re coming from two differ
ent worlds and Hollywood is rough on marriages.”
“And fake engagements,” she said with a laugh. Brandon joined in, thinking that this was exactly what he’d needed after the past few days. He wasn’t even sleepy. He could talk and fuck all night if she wanted to.
He hoped she wanted to.
She reached over and rubbed his bare chest. The light touch of her fingers flipped a switch inside him and his cock stirred from its short slumber. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot,” he answered, silently praying it had something to do with what position they were going to try next.
“Do you think if we would’ve slept together the night of Amara’s wedding that any of this”—she pointed to him and then back to herself—“would have happened?”
That night seemed like a million years ago. It had changed so many things. Especially how he saw Daisy. In fact, it was hard to remember a time when she was just someone he worked with once in awhile. She’d become such a big part of his life since then. Actually, she’d become a part of him.
“I honestly don’t know. I guess in a way it doesn’t matter because we’re here now. Right?”
She seemed satisfied with that answer and lay back down. She curled up next him, resting her head back onto his shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head. “Okay,” she said. “I asked you something. Now it’s your turn. Ask me anything.”
Brandon smiled at the ceiling. “Have you bought any new yoga pants recently?”
Chapter Fifteen
Brandon sat in his car trying very hard not to throw his cell phone out the window. He counted to ten. He took deep breaths. He even closed his eyes and imagined the faces of puppies.
When it felt like his phone was no longer in danger, he turned off the car’s ignition.
The conference call he’d just ended had come pretty close to being one of the worst in his career. Had he really just called Miami’s planning commissioner a “prick who’s lost his balls?”