Chapter 15

Leo

“Ladies and gentlemen, once again we’d like to thank you all again for your support of the Bannerman Foundation. We’re going to open up the dance floor now, but please keep those donations coming in throughout the evening,” Darcy Bannerman says at the podium.

A swing band strikes up the first song as the crowd erupts in applause for Darcy and all the work she does for the Bannerman Foundation.

All evening, I’ve consciously kept my hands to myself. As much as I wanted to be all over Grace, I don’t want her to associate tonight with the first event we went to.

That night I made a lot of lewd comments and let my hands wander, something I will always regret.

Tonight I want her to know how differently I view her. How her being an escort is the absolute farthest from the truth it could ever be.

She’s smart and witty, not to mention beautiful. I couldn’t ever view her with anything but my utmost respect.

The band starts playing “Moonlight Serenade,” and I seize the opportunity to have her in my arms.

“Shall we?” I ask, extending my hand to Grace.

An easy smile spreads across her face, and she takes my hand. I lead her to the dance floor, put one arm around her back, and clasp her other hand in mine.

We sway around the floor like we’re in an old World War II movie, with Grace being more beautiful than Rita Hayworth or Betty Grable ever were.

I’m aware of the sheer number of people watching us.

We’ve already had our pictures taken for numerous society magazines. I may be the famous billionaire, but Grace is the one who caught their attention. She’s exactly the type of person they like to feature in their pages — stunning.

“I can’t tell you how beautiful you are,” I say, my voice low and steady.

“Thank you,” she says, smiling up at me.

“I don’t just mean the way you look tonight. Though to be honest, I’ve never seen anyone who looks as good as you in the flesh. I mean everything about you is beautiful. Inside and out.”

Grace’s eyelids flutter, and she looks away. I pull her even closer, pressing her body against mine. Inhaling her flowery scent, I close my eyes and rest my head on hers.

All I can think of what I’m going to do to her when I get her home. I want this night to be magical for her. A night she’ll cherish forever.

My dick stiffens, though neither of us care.

The song ends, morphing into something up-tempo. She follows effortlessly light on her feet as I increase our pace around the dance floor. I even send her into a sweeping dip. She’s every bit as graceful as her name.

The song ends, and I naturally break my hold on her, and lead her back to our table. Though really I want to lead her straight out the door.

Winding our way through the round tables, we bump into another businessman I know, billionaire Colt Pedersen. He made his fortune in currency trading, but our mutual love of fucking nameless women brought us together as friends.

“Holy shit, where the fuck did you find her? She’s unreal. You’ve got to give me the name of the agency. For her I don’t mind sloppy seconds,” Colt says, not caring if Grace can hear him.

I quickly let go of Grace, and spin Colt away from her. With our backs to her, I hush him harshly.

“She’s my date,” I say, trying to stifle the happiness I feel at the statement.

“Date? Since when do you date?”

“Since I found her.”

Colt looks over his shoulder, and shamelessly drags his eyes from the top of Grace to the bottom.

“Lucky man,” he says, patting me on the back.

I give him a nod, and turn back to Grace. Taking her by the hand, I decide I’ve had enough of the charity ball.

“Let’s get out of here before we get locked in a closet,” I say.

Grace grins and gives a slight shrug of her shoulders. “It was kind of fun being stuck in the closet. I enjoyed myself.”

“Me too, but we’ll have even more fun in my bedroom,” I say, chuckling.

For the first time tonight, I drape my arm around her shoulders as we walk. She folds her body into mine, and my dick twitches like crazy.

Grace makes my entire body crazy.

My driver has already pulled the car around, a midnight blue Maybach. I hold the back door open for Grace before going around to the other side and getting in beside her.

The slit on her skirt reveals her leg almost all the way up to her hip, and I have to clear my throat to stop from attacking her right here and now.

Grace looks over to me, her eyes bright and she smiles. She slides across the back seat until she is tight against me. The movement exposes even more of her legs. Her long, shapely legs that I need wrapped around me. My waist, my neck. Our arms intertwine, and we lace our fingers together.

I clear my throat again.

“That was fun,” she says, the elation in her voice impossible to miss.

“It was definitely the most fun I’ve ever had at one of these events.”

“The dancing was the best.”

“We could have stayed longer and danced more, if you wanted.”

“I don’t know that my feet could dance much longer in these shoes. The heels are so high, and they haven’t been broken in yet. My feet are sore.” She kicks her leg up in the spacious back seat, showing me the height of her new Louboutins.

As she lowers her foot again I grab it, stopping it from touching the floor. Leaning forward, I slip her shoe off and start massaging her foot.

Grace groans in approval, and says, “Maybe I should’ve stayed on the far side of the seat, that way you could’ve rubbed both my feet.”

“Nonsense,” I say.

I release her foot, and let my hands travel over her calf and thigh, massaging as I go. When I reach the top of her leg, I shift my gaze to hers. She is watching me intently, her lips slightly parted.

Holding her gaze, I twist my body and lean into her, pressing my mouth over hers. She tastes every bit as good as she looks. Grace’s tongue twirls around mine, like our earlier dance.

Unable to resist any longer, I brush my fingers over her panties. The slickness is impossible to miss. I slip a finger, one pinky finger, under the edge and flick it over her wet mound.

Grace moans into my mouth, and parts her legs even more. I let my finger delve deeper into her folds. My cock is fully alert, and I curse Manhattan traffic. I want to be home now with her in my bed.

Instead, I circle her entrance with the pad of my pinky, dipping in once or twice just to tease her.

“We’re home, sir,” my driver says, pulling in front of my building.

We finally break our kiss, it seems like our lips were locked together for an eternity.

“Your shoe, Cinderella,” I say, picking up her shoe from the floor and slipping it back on her foot.

“Thank you, Prince Charming,” Grace says, her face beaming.

My driver opens the door, and I climb out first. I reach my hand out for Grace to hold as she slides the rest of the way across the seat and onto the sidewalk. Her dress falls perfectly back into place, showing off her curves. It seems almost criminal to take that dress off her.

But I must.