- Aiden -
saw a flash in her eyes that made my blood boil.
“Oh really?” she asked, her cheeks turning pink.
I nodded, struggling to keep from getting hard in the middle of the dance floor.
“I didn’t know you had any plans at all,” she said.
“Sure you did.”
Her eyes went wide. “Nope. I thought you only invited me as a gesture of good will so I could do your sister’s hair.”
“You’ve got me all wrong then.”
“Do I?”
I nodded. “I’m much more selfish than that.”
“Huh.” She stuck out her bottom lip. “I’m surprised.”
“Why’s that?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Well if anything, I have to say I’ve been pleasantly surprised by your generosity.”
I smiled. “I’m glad,” I said, leaning in to her ear. “And I’ve been surprised by how sweet you taste.”
She swallowed, her eyes flitting around to make sure no one overheard.
I let the words sink in, willing her to start getting wet and ready for me.
“What exactly did you have in mind,” she asked in a low voice.
“I’m afraid I wouldn’t subject a lady like yourself to such language.”
Her chest sank as she let out her breath.
“Besides, I’d rather show you.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Then let’s not,” I said, grabbing her hand and leading her off the dance floor. As we weaved through the other revelers, the MC’s voice came over the loud speaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if we could have your attention up here, we’re about to cut the cake!”
Lucy stopped in her tracks and looked towards the cake. It was seven tiers and decorated with delicate white chocolate lace, flowers made of icing and pearls, and all kinds of other excesses that guaranteed it must’ve set my Dad back a few grand.
My sister and Dave stood to the side of it as the crowd began closing in around them.
Lucy looked at me and back at the cake and then at me again and then longingly at the cake. It was almost as tall as she was, and she admired it the way I would the Rugby World Cup.
Without letting go of her hand, I stepped back towards her. “Do you want to stick around for a piece of cake?”
I could see the conflict in her face.
“I don’t mind,” I said. “Really.”
She watched as Claire and Dave each put a hand on the knife and pushed through the bottom layer. The cameras at the front of the room flashed like a thousand fireflies.
“No, it’s fine,” she said. “Let’s go.”
“But you love cake.”
“I do love cake.” She looked towards it one last time and then back at me. “But I don’t need cake.”
I smiled and cocked my head towards the door. I was ecstatic. I never would’ve held it against her if she’d wanted to stick around, but the fact that she chose me over the fanciest cake she’d never had meant a lot, especially considering cake was her ultimate weakness.
Or at least, it used to be.
“My place or yours?” she asked, pressing the elevator call button.
“Well, my place has champagne.”
“True.” She looked anxiously at the number lighting up above the door. “But I was going to have something else anyway.”
“Oh?” I asked, feeling a stir in my groin.
“Something I’ve been craving for too long.”
When the elevator arrived, I followed her on and pressed the button for the fourth floor. As soon as the doors closed, I pulled her towards me.
“Have I told you how stunning you look today?” I asked, pushing her hair out of her face.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m already up for it,” she said. “You don’t have to try so hard.”
“I mean it,” I said. “I’m so used to you in black and white and today-”
“I’m in color?”
“Yeah,” I said. “But it suits you. Like you were born to stand out and you’ve been fighting it.”
She shrugged. “I’d rather fit in.”
“You’re too special,” I said. “You’ll never fit in.”
She cast her eyes down for a second and then up at me. “That’s what I thought about you, but you fit just fine.”
I dropped my head back. “Jesus, woman, you’re filthier than I am!”
“I think you bring it out in me or something.”
I slid my flat hand up her cheek and lifted her face to mine, kissing her in a way that was as full of passion as it was frustration until her body leaned into mine like we were magnetized. When the elevator door dinged, I didn’t even stop for breath.
“So that’s why you were in such a hurry earlier?”
I turned towards the squeaky voice and noticed the frail woman I’d almost bulldozed earlier. “You got me,” I said, stepping to the side so Lucy could get off. Then I held the door again for the old lady who gave me a knowing glance of approval as the doors closed.
“What was that about?” Lucy asked as we started down the hall.
“I nearly ran her over trying to find you earlier.”
She turned towards me and looked me up and down. “I see.”
I stopped in front of my door, pulled my room key out of my pocket, and slid it in the slot. When the door buzzed, I pushed it open and held it for Lucy.
She stepped inside the dark room and I followed, letting it swing shut behind me. As soon as the latch clicked, the atmosphere in the room shifted, our sudden privacy making the tension between us even more obvious.
I flicked three light switches in a row, settling on the one that kept only two lamps lit in the corners of the room.
The way her yellow dress looked in the dimly lit space was beautiful. Only this time, she wouldn’t be keeping it on.
Lucy set her purse down on the table and walked across the room to the curtains. I reached for the champagne while she pulled them closed, my heart rate increasing with the anticipation of what was coming.
I unwrapped the foil and removed the wire casing. Then I held the cork with one hand and twisted the bottle with the other, turning towards her just as the soft popping sound escaped my hands.
She was standing in front of the curtains with her hands behind her and one knee slightly bent. I let my eyes wander from her bare shoulder over the curve of her hips and down her smooth legs.
I knew in my bones I was in the presence of a real woman, a woman with soft secret places who I’d be able to grab with both hands and sink my fingers into, a woman whose body would move with mine.
She was smiling at me when I lifted my eyes back up to her face.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you just checked me out.”
“Oh, I did more than that,” I said, my dick swelling. “You’re already naked as far as I’m concerned.”
She pursed her lips and her chest rose with her breath.
I raised the bottle. “I’d like to propose a toast.”
She made her way over to the table as I poured two glasses of champagne. Then I set the bottle down and grabbed each stem with my fingers, holding one out to her.
“Thanks,” she said, licking her lips.
I raised my glass.
“What are we toasting to?”
“To our first night together,” I said.
She swallowed.
“May I exceed your expectations enough that you’re still here in the morning.”
She smiled.
I clinked my glass against hers and watched her throat as she drank from her glass.
“Lovely,” she said while I took a swig of champagne.
“Now where were we?” I asked, setting my glass down on the table.
She put her drink down beside mine and looked at me with wide eyes.
“Oh right,” I said. “Get on your knees.”