“Then sign me up,” I say the whole time, wondering if I have anything that I can wear. “What time does this happen?”
“Six,” he says, and I just nod. Diego comes back with our meal, and when I finish, I lean over and kiss him, telling him I’m going to get ready. I open my bag and take out the only two outfits I brought. I opt for the white off-the-shoulder long-sleeved lace dress that fits tight and ends right above the knee. I place it on the hanger and then take out my makeup.
The whole time it feels like my stomach is in my throat, I get ready. This is silly, I tell myself. I’ve been on dates before. I’ve been dressed up before, except this time it’s with Casey. Casey, who wipes my tears and holds my hand to make me feel better. Casey, who is hands down the most handsome man I’ve ever met. Casey, who I’ve fallen for. Casey, who I’m going to have to leave when all of this is done. I apply my light makeup, not having to use any foundation since my face has a natural tan from being outside. My long blond hair is placed in curls, and when I slip on the dress and turn to zip it at the side, the zipper goes up easily. I sit on the bed and slip on the gold heels that have one strap over the toes and another strap around the ankle. I zip it in the back and get up, having time to look at myself in the mirror before I hear a soft knock. “Come in,” I say, grabbing one of the gold chandelier earrings and putting it in.
The door opens, and he comes in but the sight of him stops my heart or maybe for the first time in my life it fills it so full I don’t know what to do with it. My hand slowly comes down from my ear as I watch him wearing a custom-made black suit with a white button-down shirt. A black tie and on his wrist a silver Rolex. “Holy shit,” I say, and he just laughs.
“Different from the Levi’s?” he says and smirks, and I just shake my head and walk to him. His eyes go up and down. “You have a jacket.”
“No.” I shake my head. “It’s too warm out.”
“But …” He picks up his hand, and his finger traces along the top of my dress. “Your skin is all out.” His voice is going lower by the time he’s done. His blue eyes are now a deep blue and in two seconds his hand is in my hair and his lips are on mine. Unlike his kisses in the past that have been soft and delicate, this kiss, it’s hungry, it’s all tongue and hands, and it’s all Casey. His smell, his touch, everything about him. I don’t care if he’s wearing a three-piece suit or if he’s wearing his Levi’s, he’s still the man who has crept into my heart.
“Casey,” I whisper his name when he finally lets my lips go.
“I’ve never seen anyone so stunning in all my life,” he says in a whisper as he leans down and kisses my shoulder. “Stunning.” I put my hand on his cheek, the smile on my face so big my cheeks hurt.
“You clean up good, cowboy,” I say, and he grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. “Now let's go before I do what I really want to do.”
“What is that?” he asks, and for the first time, I jump without thinking.
“I want to save the horse,” I say, leaning in. “And ride the cowboy.” I kiss him under his chin, and I walk out, grabbing my St-Laurent light pink purse. I stop at the doorway and look over my shoulder. “You coming, cowboy?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“I just need a minute,” he says and I roll my lips.
“If it helps you at all.” I look at him. “I’m not wearing panties,” I whisper and walk out of the room, and I hear him groan louder.
“Olivia.” He calls my name once, twice, and three times.
“Let’s go, cowboy!” I shout down the hall, and he comes storming down.
“Olivia.” He stands there, and you can clearly see he’s aroused and it looks like it’s going to break out. “You are not stepping foot out of that door unless you put something on.”
“Really.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Is that so?”
“What if you fall and your dress tears?” he asks. “Or what happens if there is an accident and they have to cut your dress off?” He stares at me and his eyes look like the deep end of the ocean. “What happens?”
I walk to him and stand in front of him. “What happens if I get so hot and bothered that I need you right then and there?” I ask him, knowing I’m testing him. I also know that I’ve never been this direct when it comes to sex. I was always shy and reserved, but something about Casey and I’m ready to say exactly what I want. “What if you have the sudden urge to push me against the wall?”
“Darlin’,” he says in his Southern accent, and my knees go weak as his voice goes even lower. “If I want you that bad,” he kisses right behind my ear, “I’ll just rip them off.” I shiver now.
“My panties are from France and they cost two hundred dollars each,” I say, my chest heaving.
“I think I’m good for it.” He winks at me now. “Now are we leaving or are you going to put on your two hundred dollar panties?”
“Relax, cowboy,” I say, putting my hands on his chest and feeling his own heart beating as fast as mine. It’s good to know that I’m not the only one struggling with this. “I’m perfectly covered.”
“That’s my girl,” he says, and my stomach flutters again like a crashing wave. “Now the car is waiting.”
“Lead the way.” He grabs my hand, and the two of us walk out, my heels clicking on the marble floor. We walk through the lobby, and I can see the eyes turning to look at us. For the first time in my life, I don’t know if they are looking at me or at him. I see the girls do a double take, and it makes me want to turn him around and claim him in front of them. Almost like “this is my man,” but in reality, he’s my man for the time being. We walk out, and the driver is standing next to the black Mercedes truck. He spots us and opens the door.
“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes,” he says, and for the second time today, I don’t correct them. I also don’t think much of it. I get in, and the door closes behind me while Casey walks around the truck and gets in. He sits down and fixes his cuffs, and for the first time, I see that he’s wearing black and gold cuff links.
He looks over at me, and I see his hair is falling a bit onto his forehead and my hand reaches out and pushes it away from his face. He reaches out and pulls me into his side, putting one arm around me. The driver gets into the car, and the whole ride there, I sit here next to him living in the moment. Not knowing that somewhere not too far away, someone just decided that the stakes have just been upped, and they will stop at nothing to get what they want from me.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Casey
My heart pounds so hard in my chest I can’t even talk. Walking into the bedroom and seeing her all dressed up knocked me on my ass. Beautiful isn’t a good enough word to describe her. Now here I am mingling with her on my arm as she charms every person she meets. What makes her even more out of my league is that she doesn’t even know that she has this aura about her.
“How long do we have to be here?” She smiles and leans over, and if you didn’t know better, you would think she just told me a joke. When she takes another sip of her champagne, and she giggles, I have to just smile. Her cheeks are pink from the champagne.
“Not much longer,” I say, taking a sip of the whiskey in my hand. We’ve been at this gala for the past two hours. My main goal was to go in and see if the company was viable and if I wanted to take it over.
“I’m starving,” she says, still smiling, and I have to laugh. “Why are you laughing?”
I put my arm around her waist and bring her to me. “You just ate.”
“I did not just eat. Did you see the portions?” She leans up, and I lean down to kiss her, something that I’ve been doing more and more tonight. “It’s for birds.”
“You’ve been eating my mother’s portions,” I joke with her, and she smiles.
“Casey.” I hear my name and turn around to see the CEO coming straight for me. He’s hitting sixty-five and just wants to travel the world. With no kids to pass the torch to, he opted to sell it. “I hope that you're having a great time.”
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br /> “We are.” I nod at him, and he looks over at Olivia and smiles, and I don’t know why, but I want to throat punch him suddenly. “Aren’t we, darlin’?”
“It’s been a wonderful evening,” she says, giving him her megawatt smile. “I was just telling Casey how great the team is and how in sync everyone is with each other.” I almost laugh at her lying. “It would be a great company to work for.”
He puts his hands in his pockets, and I could swear his chest is puffing out to please her. “If you are ever looking for a job …”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Oh, no, I’ll stick with designing.” She looks at me and then at him. “But thank you for the offer.”
His hand comes out now and he rubs her arm. “If you ever change your mind.”
I want to snap at him that she won't. “Tonight was great,” I say. “But we have another engagement to attend.”
“Of course.” He smiles. “Let me know if you have any questions.” He nods and then smiles at Olivia. “It was great meeting you, Olivia,” he says, putting out his hand.
“The pleasure was all mine,” she says, shaking his hand, and if he pulls her in for a kiss on the cheek, I’m yanking her right back.
He doesn’t, and when he walks away, she looks up at me and just laughs. “What?”
“If he touched you one more time, I was going to throat punch him,” I say, and she laughs.
“Relax there, cowboy,” she says, putting her hand on my chest. “I have eyes for one man and one man only.”
“That so, darlin’?” I ask her, and I have the sudden need to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to the hotel and have my way with her.
“That is so, cowboy,” she says and then she turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my shoulders. “Now can we please leave?”
“Let’s go,” I say, putting my drink down on an empty table on my way out. Her small hand is in mine as we walk out, and all eyes are all turned to us while we do it.
The driver is there waiting as soon as we walk out, and he opens the back door. I stand behind her to block her from all the visible eyes. Once the door is closed, I walk over and get into the car. This time, I unbutton my top button and loosen the tie. It’s not often I have to dress up and when I do it, I hate every single thing about it. I thought I would love it, thought that it would make me feel more important, but I was wrong. It just made me want to go home faster.
“What do you want to eat?” I ask her and she looks over at me and her eyes twinkle. I shake my head and try to calm my throbbing cock. I had to spend most of the night with one hand in my pocket to hide my salute. “I mean, food.”
“I mean, it’s technically considered meat.” She giggles. Leaning over, the driver takes a turn and she flies into my lap and she laughs.
“Darlin’,” I say, trying to get her up and somehow she is straddling me, her dress riding even higher up her long legs. My hands go to her hips and she grabs my face and devours me. Her kisses are all tongue as she grinds herself into me. This isn’t exactly how I thought it would happen. She lets go off my lips, and she bites her lower lip.
“You taste like whiskey,” she whispers, and my eyes travel down to her chest that is rising and falling. “And Casey.”
I laugh now as her hair falls in her face. “And what does Casey taste like?”
“Heaven,” she says and slams her mouth down on mine again. I can’t even say she’s wrong, but I’m not the one who tastes like heaven. It’s her; it’s all her. My hands get lost in her hair. I get lost in her, so lost I don’t notice the car stopping. It’s only when I hear the driver clear his throat do I let go of her.
“We’re here,” I say softly, and I don’t want to let her go.
“Promise me,” she says in a whisper and I want to say that I’ll promise her whatever she wants. “Promise me that we can finish this upstairs.”
Her eyes looking at me, and I look at her lips swollen from my kisses and the little red marks around her mouth from my scruff. “How much did you have to drink?”
“Enough to give me the courage to ask you to finish upstairs,” she says and then looks down. “Not enough to not remember every single moment.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, holding my breath waiting for her to answer. Hoping like fuck she hasn’t changed her mind.
“I haven’t been sure about a lot of things in my life,” she says, and her hands come to play with my tie. “But this?” She looks up at me. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
“Thank fuck,” I say, and in one move, I’m out the door and she’s on her feet. Her hand remains tucked in mine as I walk as fast as I can to the private elevator. The sound of her heels click on the marble floor, and when I look over my shoulder, I see she is almost running to keep up with me. But not only that, she’s stunning. Her smile is everything, and at the moment, I feel myself lost for her. I’m lost in her; I’m lost in everything that has to do with her and for the first time in my whole life I know what it feels like to love something so much it takes your breath away. I know what it feels like to want to protect something so much you’d give your life for it. For the first time in my whole life, my heart beats for another person, it beats along with hers.
When the elevator door closes behind her, I grab her and push her against the back of the elevator. “Casey,” she whispers my name, and my mouth crashes down on hers. Her tongue tastes like champagne and whiskey. I grab her hips and push into her so she can feel how ready I am for her.
She moans into my mouth and arches her back. “Darlin’,” I say as she lets go of my lips and moves down to my neck, biting me and then sucking in. The elevator pings, and I pick her up. Her dress hikes up so far that it’s only covering her ass as she wraps her long legs around my waist. I walk to the door, one hand around her waist, the other looking for the fucking key. I finally get it open, and I shut the door with my foot and then press her frantically against the wall. Her tongue slides into my mouth as her fingers fuss with the tie around my neck. I leave her mouth and I move my mouth down to her neck biting her exactly where I know her heart beats. I suck it right after I bite it and her head hits the wall and I look up and see her eyes are closed.
“Stay with me,” I say, and I move down to the top of her dress. I kiss her, and as I trail kisses down, I move her dress lower and lower until her nipple comes out, and I take the little pink pebble into my mouth. She moans out now as I press her deeper into the wall, my cock aligned right over her covered pussy.
“Casey,” she says as her hands now go into my hair, and she holds on to me as I move from one nipple to the other. I let go of the other nipple, and I look down at her. Her dress is pushed down and her nipples are now out and glistening with the wetness of my mouth. Her back arches, and she tries to press into my cock as she moves her hips. “Casey,” she says, and this time, her eyes flutter open and she looks at me. Her eyes are filled with lust, I peel her from the wall and walk into the living room.
“Where do you want me to devour you at?” I ask her, not giving a shit at this point. “Couch or bed?”
She looks at me. “Anywhere you want, cowboy.” Her words are a whisper, and I think about taking her to the bedroom and laying her in the middle of the bed and feasting on her, but the need to feast on her makes me stop midway, and I place her on the couch. Her dress is hiked up, barely covering her. She watches my every move, and when I get on my knees and pull her legs forward until her ass is on the edge, she falls back a bit. But she gets up on her elbows as she watches me.
“I owe you,” I say, and she just looks at me. “There is no way these panties are going to survive.” I look at the lace panties, and in one move, I rip them off her. I’m face-to-face with her pussy, and I don’t even take a minute to look at her. I can’t; my mouth waters to taste her, and taste her I do. My mouth devours her pussy in one lick. One long, wet lick until I suck in her clit. Her moans are louder than before, and I look up at her as I bite down
on her clit, and her legs close around my head. Her taste is addictive, and when she tries to sit up, I slip one of my fingers in her. Her arms give out. “Fuck,” I hiss, turning to kiss her inner thigh and slip another finger into her. “I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come over and over again.” I don’t even know if she can hear me between her pants and her moans. “Over and over again.” I suck in her clit. “You're going to come.” I move my fingers just a touch faster. “On my tongue.” I slide my tongue in with my fingers, tasting her on my tongue again, and now it’s my turn to moan. “On my fingers,” I say, moving just a touch faster, and her hips move now while my tongue circles her clit, once and then twice. “And then,” I say, my voice going soft and my fingers stopping. She groans, and her eyes open again this time only halfway. “With my cock,” I say, looking into her eyes, and my thumb moves back and forth on her clit as I finger fuck her until she comes on my fingers.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Olivia
“With my cock.” He looks into my eyes, and I get lost in him. All around me, his touch pushes me to the edge. From the minute he grabbed me in the elevator to the smooth way he got my dress down. His big rugged hands are no match for my flimsy lace panties and the second he touched them they disintegrated. I watch his blue eyes when his thumb starts to move back and forth on my clit as he finger fucks me until it becomes too much, and I come on his fingers. The minute I moan his name, his mouth devours me again. Dragging the orgasm out, my legs lock his head in until my body finally finishes.
I knew it would be out of this world. I knew that it would be nothing like before because I like him. I like him a lot, and this right here just pushed him into another category I wasn’t ready for. But is anyone really ever ready for love? I sit up, and this time, it’s me who grabs his face, and I kiss him. His tongue tastes like me and whiskey, and the more I taste, the more I want to taste more. My hands fall from his face to his chest, a chest I’ve fallen asleep on, a chest that I buried my face in when I cried. A chest that shivers under my touch now. My hands go down to his belt, and I slowly undo it while he tries to talk, but my mouth never leaves his. I slip open the button, and the sound of the zipper going down is drowned out by the moan that escapes him when my palm cups him. He’s rock solid, and when my finger slips past the elastic band and touches the tip of his cock that is oozing precum, he lets go of my mouth.
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