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“I never thought you’d get yourself drunk,” I tell Abby as I help her up the stairs of the mansion, my arm around her waist.
Yet, that is what she is, her cheeks redder than ever and her eyes barely open, her knees like jelly. She had already fallen asleep on a couch in the lobby, in fact, which was where Sam found her and why she decided to get me.
“Seriously.” I lift her up another step. “How many more glasses of champagne did you have?”
“Too many,” she answers, her voice slurred.
“Damn right,” I tell her, letting out a deep breath as we reach the top of the stairs. “You shouldn’t drink more than you can handle, you know.”
She pushes me away, leaning on the balustrade to keep her balance. “You have no right to tell me what I can and can’t do. I let you do what you want so you should let me do what I want.”
“And is this really what you want, hmm? To ruin the evening and look like a fool?”
“You’re the one who did that.” She points an unsteady finger at me. “You’re the one who ruined my evening and made me look like a fool.”
“Really?” I place my hands in my pockets. “How?”
She laughs.
“How?”
“You… went with that woman. You left me.”
So, she drowned her jealousy in champagne.
“If you didn’t want me to leave, you should have—”
“You left me!” She pushes me and then grips the front of my shirt. “You told me I looked gorgeous. You said I looked good enough. But I’m still not good enough for you, am I?”
“That’s not true,” I tell her. “If you had wanted me to stay with you, I would have. But you didn’t want that, did you? You don’t want me, do you?”
For a moment, she doesn’t answer, just looks into my eyes as she continues to grip the front of my shirt, her own black eyes teary.
Then she says the words I’ve been dying to hear all evening. “Kiss me, Grant.”
I hesitate, only because she’s drunk, and she might not remember any of this tomorrow.
“Kiss me,” she repeats louder, gripping my shirt more firmly.
Oh, to hell with it. If she can still remember what happened earlier and boss me around, she can’t be that drunk. And there’s no way I can refuse her when she’s looking at me like that, when she’s offering herself to me so willingly.
I’m just a man and right now, I’m a man who’s harder than he’s ever been.
Grasping her chin, I kiss her, my other hand pulling her closer to me so that she can feel my erection. She moans, and I slip my tongue between her lips, tasting the sweet berries from her lipstick and the bitter acidity of the champagne. The combination is exquisite.
My hand moves to Abby’s hair, my fingers becoming entangled with the ebony tendrils as I kiss her harder, my tongue going wild as it explores the uncharted softness of her mouth. In between her gasps for breath, she kisses me back with wild abandon even as she grinds her hips against mine, her passion making mine burn stronger.
Fuck.
There’s no turning back now.
Scooping Abby in my arms, I carry her to the nearest bedroom, throwing her on top of the large bed before turning on the lamp. As I remove my shoes and shrug off my jacket, she laughs, stretching her arms out to me as she kicks her sandals off.
“Grant.”
The sound of my name on her lips is like a drug, making me lose my mind even as I try to regain control of my body.
I toss my jacket on a chair. “Fuck, Abby. You’re going to drive me insane.”
She just gives another laugh, which I silence halfway through with another passionate kiss as I climb on top of her. I cup her breast, my thumb finding her nipple through the lace and pressing against it. She trembles, one hand trapping my shoulder in an almost bruising grip.
Still kissing her, I reach for the hooks behind her neck then peel her bodice down. I tear my lips away from hers, pulling back so I can enjoy the view of her breasts. They’re even more beautiful than I imagined, perfectly round and a lovely shade of pink in the center.
“Fuck, Abby. You’re beautiful.” My words come out hoarsely as I press a reverent kiss to the tender valley between those mounds of flesh.
She lets out another soft laugh. “If you’re going to start every sentence with ‘fuck,’ you might as well do it.”
“Oh, is that a challenge?” I lift my head to gaze into her eyes as I cover both her breasts with my palms.
Abby draws in a deep breath, but the look in her eyes tells me she’s not backing down. “What if it is?”
I grin as my thumbs rub against her pert nipples. “You know what? I like this feisty Abby.”
If this is how she gets when she’s drunk, I don’t mind it at all.
She gasps. “And I like this crazy Grant.”
And whose fault is that? I wonder. Indeed, I feel like a lunatic, maddened by desire, like a beast driven by hunger.
And it’s all because of this woman.
I kiss her again, addicted to the feel of her lips, intoxicated by the taste of her mouth. I’m not the one who’s drunk but I feel like I am. Abby is the most potent drink I have ever come across.
I lift her skirt, my fingers brushing over her knees and against one quivering thigh. She shudders even more. With need or with excitement? I don’t know. I only know that every shiver that goes through her goes through me, my hard cock throbbing as it strains against the fabric of its confines.
When my fingers reach the top of her thighs to touch the part of her hidden in between them, she moans, her hips rising from the bed. I feel the dampness of the cotton against my fingertips, and I feel myself leaking, my own boxers getting stained.
Fuck.
My mouth moves to her neck then to her breasts as I slip my hand beneath the damp cotton, rubbing the soft nub hidden among her curls before moving lower to slide a finger inside her. It goes in without resistance, the tight softness around my finger making me almost come then and there, so much so that I have to let go of the breast that I’m sucking and bury my head against her shoulder, drawing in a deep, ragged breath.
Why? I’ve been with many women before but none of them have ever made me feel like this.
And to think that Abby isn’t even doing anything.
Suddenly, she does something, stroking my nape with one hand and pressing her lips against my ear, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin before the tip of her tongue darts out to trace it, sending shivers up my spine.
“Fuck!”
“Fuck me,” she whispers before playfully nipping the lobe she’s laid claim to.
I don’t need to be told a second time. God knows I can’t hold back any longer. Pulling her skirt up, I spread her legs and settle between them, fumbling with my belt and then taking my cock out of my boxers in record time.
Finally, it’s out of its cotton cage. But it’s not out that it wants. It’s in.
I want to be inside her.
With one thrust, I turn that desire into reality, gripping her thighs and grunting at how soft and tight she is, her velvety warmth clinging to my aching skin.
There’s no way I’m going to last long.
I start moving, pounding into her. Abby squeezes her eyes shut, her mouth open to let out moans and gasps as she throws her head back, her hands grabbing the sheets.
I’m close. So close.
Abby cries out, her back arching off the bed and her nails digging into my back as her body quakes beneath mine.
“Fuck!” I shout as I follow her over the edge, my own body quivering as my pace becomes erratic. I shudder to a stop as I come inside her, the force of it so intense that it leaves me completely out of breath.
Spent, I pull out and lie down beside her, staring blankly at the ceiling as I wait for the drumming in my chest to fade. When it does, I look at Abby and realize that she has fallen asleep, her head turned to one side with some strands of hair stuck to her cheeks.
Sleeping soundly, she looks so different from the fiery seductress she was earlier. She looks so innocent now.
And yet equally fascinating.
I brush the strands of hair away, stroking her still-warm cheek. As I do, I feel an unexpected burst of warmth in my chest, my heart skipping a beat.
What is this sensation?
I don’t know. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Now, the most crucial part of my plan is complete. Abby belongs to me, and soon, success will be, too.
Everything is going according to plan.