it was so big from the inside,” Allie said as we made our way into the theatre.
It was her first time to a Broadway production, and she was looking around with her mouth open like a baby bird's.
The Cats musical was totally up her alley, but people prancing around the stage in furry pants was not my jam—give me CGI explosions any day.
Naturally, that meant that we were going to see Cats.
God, I was whipped, but hell if I didn't like it.
“We'll come here as many times as you want,” I told her. “Except for Cats. This is the first and last time.”
“Hmm. Pretty sure I could change your mind.”
I'm pretty sure she could too, but I could at least put up a fight.
We made our way into the theatre and to our seats in the orchestra section, where Allie continued to look around her in open excitement.
It was a fresh change from the people around us, who all looked like they were in a contest to see who could give the least fucks or be the most unimpressed.
I had the same look on my face, except that in my case, I was trying to curb the sheer pleasure of having Allie beside me as my woman. She looked downright stunning in the dark green dress that she'd bought specially for this occasion, and I had to keep reminding myself not to stare or touch her.
Easier said than done.
The neckline of her dress was a deep V that showed the curves of her breasts. If I just tugged one of her shoulder straps to the side, it would release—
“Stop staring at my boobs,” Allie hissed at me. “It’s so obvious.”
“Can’t help it,” I said, still ogling. “It’s your fault for looking so damned hot.”
Allie folded her arms across her chest pointedly, looking at me with a raised brow that she copied from me.
“Fine,” I growled. “But you can’t escape later.”
We settled back into the seats, and as Allie went through the brochures and program, my hand automatically reached for hers, as if by clockwork.
That was something that still surprised and freaked me, even after a week of being with her.
It was like I had this itch to be near Allie all the time. It didn’t even have to be fucking, or even talking. Just knowing that she was in the other room, or sleeping in my bed while I was working in the study was enough to make me grin like an idiot.
To make things sweeter, Allie had agreed to move into my penthouse, while Karin had taken up in the apartment suite downstairs. The arrangement was perfect—it made Allie happy to be close to her sister, and it made me happy to be close to Allie.
I couldn't believe that I once thought I could screw her out of my system. Shit, I used to be such an idiot.
“I love this,” Allie said softly, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Let's do this often.”
“Sure thing,” I found myself saying.
Just another thing that had changed.
Other than saying shit that had never come out of my mouth before, I was doing something I had never done with another woman: Making plans for the future.
Last night, we’d been downtown for dinner, and I'd caught Allie looking at a figurine of the Eiffel Tower in a toy shop window.
“Let's go to Paris,” were the words that came out of my mouth.
Allie had smiled hopefully, in that way that made me want to give her anything she asked for. Lasso the fucking moon, or whatever.
“Really? When?” she breathed.
“We can go right now, if you want. We'll fly out there tonight, and I'll take you to the top and you can look out at all of Paris.”
She'd laughed, looking happier than I'd ever seen. Damn if it didn’t make me feel good that I’d put that smile there.
“Thanks,” she’d said, “but you can't. You have a meeting tomorrow morning.”
“I can work something out. If the company collapses when I’m not there, it’s a sign of poor leadership.”
"Still, I don't want you getting into another fight with your dad.” Allie turned back to the shop window, tapping a finger on the glass. “You've been there before, right? Is it as amazing as it looks in the pictures?”
“It's alright.”
“Alright?" she'd echoed at me. "Are we talking about the same thing here?”
I folded my arms, bending closer to look at the figurine she was so interested in. “You know by now I can't see past the commercial value of a building.”
“Poor guy, you're missing out on so much. I'll cure you one day.”
What Allie didn't know was that she already was. I was starting to see things in a new light, through her lens.
Just yesterday, I found myself laughing—laughing—at a photo she sent me. She’d tried baking cookies, but the pan came out looking like bird-shit.
It was that bad.
Worthy had been in my office at that time, and the man stared at me like he’d never seen me laugh before.
Now that I thought about it, before Allie, I probably hadn’t. Not in a real way.
This past week with her had been just a taste, and now that I knew how my life could look like with her in it, I couldn't let her go.
Having her was like coming up for air after a long time in the water.
I wasn’t going back.
My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket, and holding that thought, I checked my phone.
A text from Theo.
“Plan in motion. Get ready.”
I frowned. The fuck did that mean?
I quickly texted back “WTF?”, but a couple of minutes passed, and there was still no reply. I'd have to drop him a call after this.
The lights in the theatre went dark then, and the red curtains parted to music.
Allie sat straighter, her gray eyes wide with attention. I was content to watch her, playing with her hand and running my thumb over the back of her fingers.
Slowly, Allie leaned in towards me. I bent my head to catch what she wanted to say.
“By the way,” she murmured, her eyes still on the stage. “I’m not wearing a bra.”
Fuck.
My attention shot straight to the curves of her breasts peeking from the V in her dress.
From her posture, the dress gaped slightly away from her chest.
I saw just a hint of her dark pink areola.
My cock went rock hard immediately.
“More,” I said hoarsely. “Show me.”
Allie wasn’t watching me, but she obliged, changing her posture so that her dress gaped even more.
I could see her entire nipple now.
Shit.
I adjusted my seating.
Thank fuck it was dark in the theatre. My cock was bulging in my pants, and I’d kill anyone else who saw Allie like this.
Keeping my eyes on her breasts, I settled into my seat to watch a show of a totally different kind—and to torture myself for the next two hours.
At the intermission, Allie clapped as if the musical was the best thing after wagyu steak.
And I was suffering from the worst case of blue-balls ever.
We were only halfway through.
Fuck me.
“Did you see the costumes?” she gushed as we filed out of the theatre to grab a drink. “And the sets, and the singing?”
“Hard not to,” I said tightly. “I was right there beside you.”
Allie looked at me through her lashes. “You were busy watching something else, weren’t you?”
I knew what she was thinking, and damn, but I loved that Allie had a dirty mind. She looked so squeaky-clean on the outside, with her books and her wary attitude, but it was a different story in the bedroom.
Once I had her clothes off, and her under—or on top—of me, Allie moaned and begged and fucked me like I’d never been fucked, and in turn she let me fuck her like I’d fantasized about.
Talk about a sexual dream come true.
But now?
Now I was in some serious shit. I couldn’t take another minute of this, let alone another hour.
My hand went down to pinch her ass on the pretext of guiding her down the aisle.
“Don’t,” she protested, darting a quick look around. “Someone might see.”
“But you like that,” I murmured low in her ear in a way that I knew aroused her. “Remember that time in the greenhouse? And that night when you let me fuck you against the windows? The whole city would have seen if they’d just looked up.”
“That’s different,” she said, though goosebumps were already showing up on her upper arm.
I smirked. “Like hell. You were turned on then, just like you’re turned on now.”
My hand grasped her waist as we exited the theatre into the main hallway, and I backed her into a wall out of the way of the thinning crowd around us.
“I want to fuck you,” I told her in a low voice, bringing our faces close together. “The way you watched the show, that face you made, the way you teased me right before knowing I couldn’t do a damned thing about it… I was this close to dragging you back to the car and fucking you raw.”
Allie drew in a shaky breath as she looked up at me through her lashes, her fingers toying with my tie.
“Are you going to?” she asked huskily, her eyes bright with excitement.
Shit, she made me so hard.
“Change of plans,” I rasped. “I need you. Right fucking now.”
Her eyes widened as I took her hand, leading her down the hall and away from the thinning crowd.
I pushed through a set of doors at the end, and thank fuck, it opened into a dark and empty theater. There were dimmed lights on the stage and along the aisles, but other than that, the recessed entrance we were in was completely hidden in shadow.
I cornered Allie in the darkness, reaching for the straps of her dress urgently.
“Ryland, we can't,” she protested weakly. “There are people outside…”
I took her wrists and pinned them above her, crushing her against the door with my body.
“Then you'll just have to keep it quiet,” I murmured, tilting my head to look down at her.
Allie bit her lip, wavering.
Going in for the kill, I leaned in and kissed my way down the smooth skin of her neck.
Allie moaned softly and wrapped her arms around my neck, letting her head fall back to give me better access.
That’s when I knew I had her.
“What are you doing to me?” I murmured. She was so damned beautiful, and tasted so sweet. I'd never met anyone like her.
With a saucy smile, Allie rolled her hips against my crotch. “You tell me.”
I held her gaze as I hooked my fingers around the flimsy straps of her dress, dragging them past her smooth shoulders. The material of the dress slipped down to her waist, and I stared at what I’d been thinking about for the past hour.
It was dark in here, but I could still faintly see the curves of her perfect breasts, feel her hardened nipples under my palms.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you,” I growled at her as I kneaded her, squeezed her. “You wanted me hard. Wanted to fucking torture me.”
“Ryland, I… Oh…” She moaned when I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
“You what?” I prompted, watching her with a smug smile. “Say it.”
Her eyes went heavy-lidded as she thrust her breasts out, silently demanding more of my teasing.
“I wanted this,” she whispered. “I wanted you to think of me.”
“Good girl,” I murmured, slipping her dress off completely. The material pooled on the carpet in a circle of green silk.
I sank to one knee, making a sound of approval when I saw her black panties. It was a scrap of lace so tiny that the top of it barely covered the slit of her pussy.
I licked my lips, already anticipating the taste of her.
Allie gasped as I took her hips in my hands and trailed feather light kisses along the seams of her panties. I let my stubble graze the insides of her thighs, near her center, teasing her close to where she needed me.
“Ryland…” she whispered, her thighs trembling against my cheeks. “Please.”
I pushed the lace down with my nose and nuzzled her pussy, taking in the intimate scent of her. “Mm. So wet for me.”
Allie jerked against my face as I ran my tongue over her swollen lips, tasting her arousal.
“Taste so damned good.” I yanked her panties to her ankles and pushed my face deeper between her legs.
Then I placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss over her entire pussy, thrusting my tongue into her inner heat, fucking her with deep, hungry lashes of my tongue until Allie was gasping and clutching my head closer.
“Yes,” she panted, trying to keep her voice down. “Oh, yes.”
Angling my head upwards, I teased her swollen clit, running my lips over the sensitive bud and lapping at it roughly, the way she liked.
Allie moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair to pull me closer.
So I suckled her clit, making her cry out loud this time.
“Yes!”
“Quiet,” I reminded her in amusement. “I thought you didn't want anyone to hear.”
“I… don't care…” she groaned, grinding shamelessly on my face. It got me so hard that it hurt, and I obliged her, eating her like I couldn't get enough.
“Ryland,” Allie pleaded hoarsely, staring down at me with fever-bright eyes. “I'm going to…”
My hands tightened on her hips, tilting her pussy to my mouth.
It was a damned erotic sight to be watching her watching me, and my cock was rock hard from the show she was giving me. Every movement strained my swollen head against the front of my pants, but I wanted her to come first, wanted to taste her climax all over my tongue.
Then Allie threw her head back, rocking against me. She arched her back, grabbing my head and grinding her pussy against my mouth as she moaned my name and came on my face.
“Ryland… oh my god, yes…”
As she came down from the high, I got up and spun her around to face the door.
“My turn,” I growled. I unzipped my pants and kicked her legs apart. “Hold tight.”
Allie whimpered as she obeyed, resting her trembling hands on the painted wood.
Another perk of being in a relationship that I'd discovered?
Allie had begun taking the pill.
I’d have been glad to fuck her in any way she let me, but she had wanted to feel me inside her without a barrier. I never wanted to worship her more than I did then, because that meant I could go in raw, whenever and wherever we wanted.
Like now.
I grabbed her hips and plunged my cock into her, all the way in.
Allie let out a throaty cry.
Unable to hold it back any longer, I began pounding into her from the back, so hard that the doors shook from the impact. Anyone who was outside would hear us, but Allie was too lost to care as she begged me to fuck her faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
Sensing her need, I wrapped my hand in her hair and yanked roughly. She arched back against my chest.
“You like this?” I rasped in her ear as I slammed into her again and again. “You like being fucked from the back?”
“Yes! Yes yes yes,” she chanted mindlessly.
I felt her orgasm building again as she tightened around me. It was the hottest sex I'd ever had, but then again, I felt that way every time I had sex with Allie.
I slammed into her with hard thrusts, again and again, the pleasure so fucking good that I couldn't hold back, couldn't slow down—
“Fuck!”
I finally lost control, spilling my cum inside her in hot, desperate spurts. Allie moaned and came again, her inner pussy squeezing me so tightly that shocks of pleasure shot through my body.
“Oh my god,” she whispered as she fell back against me. “Oh my freaking god.”
“That good?” I panted, giving her a cocky grin.
“You know it was.” She gave me a faint, open-mouthed smile, as if she couldn’t believe we just did that.
Withdrawing from her carefully, I reached down to her clutch on the floor and took out the pack of tissues I knew she always carried around.
Allie took a couple out and carefully wiped away the traces of my cum from her thighs. I wished I could see it marking her body, but unfortunately it was too dark in the entrance.
Later, I promised myself.
“The show has probably restarted,” she said as I tucked my sated cock away and helped her back into her dress. “Should we still go back in?”
“You’ll want to wash up,” I reminded her, although my true motive was actually to get her even dirtier. “I’ll take you back here for next week’s show.”
“Okay.” Allie looked up at me with a shy smile. “I really, really like you, you know?”
“Shit, you make my chest hurt when you get all sweet like that,” I murmured, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ears. “But I still have one more surprise for you to end off our first week.”
Allie’s eyes turned silver. “Really? What is it?”
I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement, like my emotions were tied to hers. It was freaky, but I didn’t want it any other way.
“Pack your bags later,” I told her. “We're headed to the airport after my meeting tomorrow.”
“Oh my god. Are we going to…?”
“Paris,” I said smugly. “We'll be there for the weekend.”
Allie’s face practically shone, although she tried not to show it. “Won't you have work to do?”
“Some, but I'll be taking them along with me. And for the rest of the time,” I said huskily, “I'm all yours.”
Allie bit her lip, gazing up at me through her lashes. “I can't wait.”
“Keep looking at me like that, and we won't have to. We'll go for Round Two right here.”
I gave a low laugh at her wide eyes.
“C'mon.” Taking her hand, I grinned down at her, my chest tight as I bathed in her smile. “Let's get out of here before security arrives.”