‘I did, Sir. Would you be wanting a male or female?’
‘Female?’ I snorted in disgust. ‘I know Ellie has Jenny, but with all due respect however strong a woman is, she can always be outmatched by a larger muscular man. We’re definitely having a male.’
‘You’re such a chauvinist sometimes, Lucas Steel!’ Summer exclaimed, as she shot me a disapproving glare. ‘I think you’re over reacting.’
‘Well I don’t think I am, not with these damn notes we’ve had as well. It’s only a matter of time before a bodyguard becomes essential anyway, with the way your career is taking off, why not get ahead of the curve.’
‘I have to say that I totally agree with Mr. Steel, Miss Beresford. You’re in the public eye now, there’s always the risk of a threat. Would you like me to put you in touch with some potential candidates, Sir?’
‘Please, James. I’d also appreciate your input for interviews and the selection.’
‘I’ll sort something out for when you return next week.’ He gave me a curt nod in the rear view mirror.
‘I don’t get a say in the matter?’ Summer uttered, as she tried to pull her hand away from mine. I tightened my grip as I narrowed my eyes at her.
‘No, and don’t even think of arguing with me on this. Your safety comes first, end of discussion.’
‘I wasn’t aware we were having a discussion. You and James seem to have decided this without any input from me.’ Her eyes flashed a warning at me. Normally it got me hot for her when she challenged me, not today.
‘I want you safe, Summer. There’s nothing else to say on the matter. I don’t even care if you don’t like the guy we choose, if he’s not attractive enough, or funny enough for you. None of that matters, because all he’ll be there to do is protect you. On this your opinion doesn’t count.’
‘So much for a weekend of romance,’ she muttered, as she firmly yanked her hand out of mine. ‘Some Valentine’s break this is going to be if you’re just going to plan my life and boss me around.’
‘You can sulk until we get on the plane, then you leave your indignation on the tarmac. We’re not going to fight, not this weekend.’
She sighed as she stared out of the car window, avoiding looking at me. I meant it, I’d planned a romantic getaway and nothing was going to fucking spoil it. If she thought for one second that I’d leave her vulnerable when I wasn’t around to protect her, she really didn’t understand the depth of my love for her. James’s eyes met mine in the mirror and he gave me a look that said he didn’t envy the position I was in. I moved closer to her, so our hips were touching and reached around, draping my arm over her shoulder. I heard her breath hitch as I pulled her to me, tipping her head onto my shoulder as I kissed her hair.
‘I know what you’re suggesting is practical, given the circumstances,’ she sighed, her voice full of defeat. ‘I just don’t like the way you go about things sometimes.’
‘Hello? Have you met me? Lucas Steel, domineering jackass, nice to meet you,’ I teased, as I kissed her soft silky hair again, closing my eyes for a moment as the scent of honey filled my nostrils bringing back memories of the last time I’d been inside her, my nose buried in her hair as I’d whispered in her ear. She giggled and slid a hand across my hard stomach, to clutch my waist. One of the many things I loved about her was that she didn’t hold grudges. We’d fight, but we’d move on. Granted it was usually because I wouldn’t back down, but the hot makeup sex that normally followed one of our spats more than compensated whoever lost the argument. ‘Can we agree not to fight this weekend? I want it to be perfect for you.’
‘It’s always perfect with you,’ she replied, as she lifted her head to look at me, adoration shining from her eyes, which interrupted my steady heartbeat. It slayed me when she looked at me like that. ‘I’ll agree on one condition.’
‘What?’ I asked, with a shake of my head.
‘That I pay for my own bodyguard and don’t argue with me on this. I earn more than you do now, you never let me pay for dates, or trips away, so I get to pay for my own bodyguard. Now it’s end of discussion.’
‘Women,’ I sighed, as I nodded, then kissed her forehead.
‘Welcome to a new liberated and equal opportunity world, Lucas Steel,’ she grinned. ‘I pay and we have a deal.’ There was a time that I would have had my ego bruised at the fact that she earned far more than I did, but even with the hefty fees I charged my wealthy fitness clients, no way could I compare to the amount she’d just commanded for this latest film. And that figure was set to rise. I’d quickly realised if I wanted her, I was going to have to accept that. That didn’t mean chivalry was dead though. I could still afford to spoil her with jewellery, dates and trips, but paying a bodyguard’s salary would have made a serious dent in my annual earnings as well as some lifestyle changes.
‘Ok, agreed. Now can we move on with the romance portion of the weekend? Because I have a few more ideas that won’t be met with resistance.’
‘There’s no privacy screen,’ coughed James, trying to be discreet.
‘Like I’d want anyone seeing her in a compromising position,’ I laughed. I had a sudden flashback to when I’d paid him to watch Yasmin playing with herself in the back seat. My Summer was too good for that. ‘I take it you can handle me kissing her, James.’
‘Kiss away, I’ll keep my eyes on the road and put some music on so I don’t have to listen to you sucking each other’s faces off,’ he winked, as he reached over and turned on the radio while I laughed.
‘James, I do love you,’ Summer giggled.
‘In a purely platonic way I hope,’ I added, arching a brow at her.
‘Of course. There’s only room in my heart for one man,’ she nodded, as she reached up and grabbed the lapel of my jacket, her lips homing in on mine.
Summer
I gazed up at Notre-Dame as we sailed past on the Seine cruise, Lucas’s arms tightly wrapped around my waist, my gloved hands covering his. I was in love with Paris almost as much as the man who’d brought me on this magical weekend break. I’d never been to Europe before and was so excited. We’d arrived Thursday evening and had a quick change, then raced off for dinner up on the Eiffel Tower, Lucas rushing us back to our luxury hotel suite to take advantage of me a number of times. We had a lie in, with breakfast in bed and the most delicious croissants I’d ever eaten, then had spent the day up at the Sacré-Coeur, browsing all the artists’ stalls and had a caricature done of the two of us, which I loved and was going to have framed for my bedroom. We didn’t bother with lunch, just shared a stuffed crêpe and saved ourselves for a cheese fondue dinner in a cosy little restaurant. We’d spent today at the Louvre, where I could have spent days marvelling at the Egyptian section, which fascinated me, but we had this river cruise to fit in before we headed back to the hotel for whatever he’d planned for our Valentine’s night.
‘We’ll come back as you love it so much,’ he whispered in my ear.
‘Can we?’ I leaned my head back on his shoulder as I gazed up at his reflective grey eyes. He looked so relaxed and happy, I loved seeing him like this.
‘Anything that makes you smile like this, angel, is so worth it. Where else do you want to go? You know I love to plan,’ he winked. I laughed, he did. So far he’d planned everything to perfection. Down to calla lilies and red roses waiting for me in the hotel, along with a box of gourmet truffles.
‘I’d love to go to Egypt and see the temples for real. Where would you like to go?’
‘Anywhere with you, especially somewhere that involved you wearing a tiny bikini.’ I groaned as he started kissing my neck. I could feel the hunger in him, as well as another impressive erection pressing into my lower back. I spun around in his arms, forgetting about the beauty of the old buildings along the banks of the Seine, Lucas was the thing currently taking my breath away. I kissed him urgently, my lips hungry for him. He grunted in surprise and responded with equal ferocity as his hands moved down to grip my backside,
lifting me up onto my tiptoes as our tongues lashed at each other’s. The heat radiating off us both soon took away any thoughts of the cold, as the Parisian winter wind whipped at our faces. ‘What do you say we cut the sightseeing trip short when we get off this boat, head back to the hotel, grab some champagne and warm up in the bath.’
‘Hmmm, a hot bath does sound good,’ I moaned as I tightened my grip around his neck. I just loved the way my body reacted to his pressed against mine, even with all these layers of clothing between us.
‘Who said anything about water in the tub, I was planning on warming you up with my cock, angel.’
‘And they said romance was dead,’ I laughed, as I clasped his cold face and kissed him tenderly. ‘I can’t believe I’m here, with you. I’m so lucky. I love you, Lucas Steel, so much.’
‘Fuck,’ he groaned, closing his eyes as his face screwed up in a pleasurable grimace. ‘You know what saying that does to me.’
‘The same as it does when you say it back to me,’ I murmured against his lips, and lost myself in his perfect heady kisses again.
I nearly cried as the show finished, from sheer excitement and devastation that it was over, I stood up clapping wildly. Lucas laughed as he joined me. I could hardly believe I was in the Moulin Rouge. The freakin’ Moulin Rouge. He’d got us VIP tickets, with a gourmet meal and Champagne and seats in the private box. I’d cooed over the girls dresses, while his eyes had taken on a darker consistency, as he’d watched them strutting their stuff half naked on stage. I wondered if it was normal that I wasn’t really jealous of those pretty girls capturing his attention? He demonstrated how he felt for me in so many ways, that I trusted him implicitly. I had a feeling while he was watching them, it was me he was imagining, as every time I did a love scene with Daron, or had to pretend to gaze at him with love in my eyes, it was always Lucas I imagined. I finished clapping, spun around and wrapped my arms around his neck as I plastered his face with kisses.
‘I loved that, it was just amazing. I’ve had the best night.’
‘I’m glad you enjoyed it, I know the film is one of your favourites. The night isn’t over yet though.’
‘Seriously?’ I looked up at him, sexily dressed in a three piece black suit, with a red tie picked out to match my red, daringly cut, designer evening gown, the colour of which I’d chosen especially for Valentine’s day.
‘I’ve got myself all worked up looking at those girls in sexy lingerie, imagining it was you putting on a show for me, I thought we could go and see something a little more risqué.’ His voice had done that sexy as hell thing it did when he was turned on, dropping a few octaves to add more husk and gravel to his tone. Like I needed any additional stimulators, Lucas was breath-taking as it was. Dressed up like that, his voice caressing me, all while he eye fucked me, was just too much.
‘Like what?’ I whispered breathlessly, my lips millimetres from his, the heat of his breath caressing them, as his long fingers ran up and down my bare back, my skin coming alive wherever he trailed.
‘There’s a well-known club not far from here, we can have a few drinks and see what you think.’
‘I’m thinking I’d like to get back to the hotel and have you inside me.’ I looked up at him through my lashes, as I bit my lower lip seductively. His grip on me tightened as he moved his mouth a fraction closer to mine. I only had to purse my lips and we’d be kissing again, and I loved kissing him.
‘Don’t worry, angel. I’ll be inside you more than once tonight. I’ll never let you starve, never leave you hungry for my cock. He’s yours whenever you say the word.’
‘Which word would that be?’ I asked, running my fingers along the back of his neck, flicking at his short hair, which I knew got him aroused. ‘That would be a very handy word to know.’
‘Fuck me.’ His breathing was coming faster, his eyes had taken on a graphite hue and his cock was writhing in his trousers.
‘That’s two words,’ I smiled, though my insides twisted in a delicious fashion at the thought that I could utter two simple words and he’d drop everything to look after me. I flicked my eyes left and right, but we were alone, so I snaked my right hand down, gently squeezing his erection. He let out a low groan, pushing his pelvis into my grasp.
‘Fuck, Summer.’
‘Isn’t it “Fuck me” when either of us want servicing?’ I ran my lips along his jawline, kissing and nipping. I didn’t want to go to the club, I just wanted his hands and lips all over my body, I wanted us to sweat with exertion, to scrape his taut shoulder muscles with my nails, to sink my teeth into his neck. I gasped as he suddenly rammed me up against the wall, pinning both of my hands above my head as he ground his pelvis against mine.
‘You want it here, now, in public?’ he growled, his voice thick with longing.
‘I want you, here, now, and I’m not sure I even care if anyone’s watching,’ I whimpered, my pussy slick with desire, clenching with unbearable need to have him back inside me.
‘O, my wild angel.’ His lips crashed down onto mine, breaking the unbearable sexual tension as we attacked each other’s mouths with animalist ferocity. He kept one set of fingers tightly curled around my wrists, as he quickly dropped one of his hands to ease its way through the slit in my dress to knead aggressively at my backside. I heard another groan as he realised I was wearing stockings and suspenders, I knew how much he loved them. I was vaguely aware of the noise from the ground floor drifting up, patrons making their way to the exit, but soon forgot about them as his hand moved around between my legs, caressing the thin material of my luxury thong. ‘God, you’re so wet for me already, you need me that much?’ his eyes searched mine, as if he wasn’t sure the words about to leave my lips could be trusted. It could be easy to say anything when his fingers were stroking my clit, even through a layer of material.
‘I need you that much, please don’t make me wait, or beg.’
‘Now?’ his eyebrows raised in surprise, but his lips turned up at the corners.
‘Yes,’ I whispered, feeling exceedingly wanton.
‘Say it, say the words, angel,’ he ordered, as he ran his lips up my cheek.
‘Fuck me,’ I breathed in his ear. He released my hands and stepped back, his eyes blazing, his impressive erection causing permanent damage to the fabric of his suit trousers as it strained to escape. I palmed the wall for support, hardly able to believe my bravery as he reached up and undid his tie, leaving it dangling around his neck, which made me frown, but I was soon distracted by him undoing his trouser button, then yanking down his zip and setting himself free.
‘You know we could get caught,’ he warned, as he ran his hand slowly down his thick shaft. I swallowed hard and nodded. ‘You want to live dangerously, angel?’
‘You’re worth the risk,’ I nodded, as I slowly trailed my tongue along my bottom lip and swept the front of my dress to the side, revealing my stocking clad legs and the apex of my thighs. He was pressing back against me in an instant, pulling the material of my knickers aside as he positioned himself and I widened my stance, at danger of passing out I was breathing so fast.
‘I can smell how wet you are and fuck, does that turn me on even more,’ he growled, as he thrust his hips forwards, while his tongue forced its way into my mouth at the same time, muffling my scream as I was penetrated in two places at the same time. His cock remained tightly embedded in me, my muscles quivering with delight as he stretched them, desperate for him to move, for his shaft to caress them into a frenzy. I dug my nails into his backside as I dragged him deeper inside me, panting for air as he pulled his head back. ‘No screaming, angel, we don’t want to get arrested.’
I gasped as the reason for the loose tie suddenly became abundantly clear, as he quickly whipped it from around his neck and used it to form a gag, silencing me before I even had time to protest. His hooded eyes searched mine, looking for the tiniest spark of fear, but I lifted my right leg, wrapping it around the back of his thighs to give him a better ang
le to thrust himself all the way inside me. I screamed again, and he smirked, recognising the noise dulled by his silk red tie, right before he grasped my hands and slammed them back up on the wall above my head. I spread my fingers, allowing his to weave in between before we tightened around each other’s. O. My. God. This was so hot, someone could look up, or walk into the private box at any given moment, and I was gagged and impaled on the proverbial rod of steel. I tipped my head back, resting it on the wall as he started to move, long, slow, forceful strokes of his cock. In and out, in and out as I frantically bucked, trying to get him to go faster, all the while breathing through my nostrils. He was instantly on my neck, kissing, sucking and biting, the noise of his pants and grunts making my gag seem pointless. I swirled my hips in a circular motion as he powered into me, picking up speed, I’d learned that he loved it when I did that and the sensation wasn’t exactly unpleasurable to me as my clit rubbed against his pubic bone. My fingers clenched his so tightly I was scared of breaking them.
‘Summer, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?’ he groaned in my ear, as his forceful thrusts started to lift me up onto my tiptoes. ‘You blow my mind, angel, as well as my load and when I do, I’m going to kneel down before you and lick you clean. Something I’ve always wanted to do. Yes,’ he hissed as he felt my muscles ripple around his shaft at the thought of him doing something so dirty and I felt the ascension to my first orgasm of the night commence. ‘You want it too, you want to feel me tasting both of us on my tongue, you want to grip my hair in your fingers, as you ride my face and I bring you to another explosive orgasm. You want to … fuck,’ he uttered, as I quaked and whimpered against the silk. ‘I hadn’t finished talking! Your orgasm control is even more pitiful than mine,’ he moaned as he bit my ear lobe and stiffened against me. I felt blissful tears trickling down my cheeks, which he licked away as he pumped his heat into me again and again. I loved the feeling of him coming inside me without a condom, though I didn’t like not having a bathroom to clean up in close to hand.
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