Chapter 17

Lacey

Climbing into the limo, I can’t help but admire Charlie’s fine ass as he settles into the seat next to me. Reaching out, I rub his khaki covered leg, and he wraps his big hand around mine, lacing our fingers.

“Are you hungry?”

Turning to him, I think briefly before answering.

“No, I could eat a snack but not a full meal.”

He smiles big, squeezing my hand tighter. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Charlie presses a control to his right, and the window that separates us from the driver rolls down.

“Henry, can you stop at Sarah’s Soda Shoppe up here?”

Henry tilts his head to the right and glances briefly up into his rear-view mirror to look at us.

“Sure, I’ll drop you off up front. Two minutes.”

Leaning forward, I can’t help bouncing a bit in anticipation. I haven’t been to a soda shop here yet. Ice cream is a real treat for me!

Charlie completes rolling up the window before turning to me with a smile.

“I take it you think this is a good idea?”

His smirk turns his dark features into a classic bad boy vibe. Throwing my arms around him, I can’t help squeezing him tightly.

“Thank you. For the clothes, too.”

As I pull back, he tugs me in to capture my lips into a hot kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth, teasing me. I melt against him, happy to let him ravage me in whatever way he desires.

Spending time with him, showing off clothes to him and just having him watch me with his dark, lust filled eyes has turned me on.

The limo stops, and he pulls back, breaking off our kiss but holding me close in his strong arms.

“If I had known that sweets are what it takes, I would have brought you chocolate, too.”

Henry opens the door from the outside, as I pull out of his arms laughing.

“I can’t have it very often right now. It’s important to be disciplined, and dairy is a treat.”

Stepping onto the curb, the bright sunshine temporarily blinds me as Charlie climbs out behind me.

“So, if the chocolate doesn’t have dairy, is it okay?” Charlie asks. He grabs my hand as we stroll to the door.

“Darker chocolate is better. Less sugar, but treats aren’t treats if you have them all the time,” I answer.

I’ve had this drilled into my head recently with all the modeling prep I’ve been doing. I quote it like the gospel.

Holding the door, Charlie leans in, as I pass. “But I want you all the time. And you’re a treat. So, you won’t be a treat if I get you all the time?”

His logic is distracting me while I choose from the menu and look at all the wonderful ice cream behind the counter.

I stop to stare in awe, as he comes up behind me to wrap his arms around my shoulders. Tilting my head back onto him, I look over at his chiseled jawline while he looks at the menu board.

“So, you want me all the time?” I ask.

Not even glancing down, he replies. “Yep.”

I smile smugly, and we take turns ordering our ice cream.

I know I’ve ordered way too much, and we probably could have shared but Charlie insisted.

Carefully carrying back my double chocolate peanut butter sundae, we head to a table, sitting across from one another.

“I have a hard time believing that you have to worry about what you eat. You have an incredible body, and it looks totally natural,” Charlie says and winks at me as I look up at him.

“What do you mean by…it looks natural?”

What the hell? Is that even a compliment?

“It means beautiful. That you don’t look like you’ve had to work out or starve yourself.”

Somewhat mollified, I take another big bite of my sundae while he continues.

“You’re perfectly proportional, and you don’t have extreme muscle tone like a body builder. You know, I’m the head of the design department?”

I shake my head, since my mouth is full.

“Well, trust me, I know what the perfect model body looks like. That’s why I know. I would love to put our heads together and spin off our own design company with you as the brand company model.”

He takes a long lick of his triple cone.

“Mm.” Wiping my mouth quickly, I watch him lick the sides carefully. “I know you guys are all smart and know what you are doing. We would all make a great team.”

Charlie hesitates before uttering his agreement, and then taking a long lick of his ice cream again…

That’s distracting.

I’m enjoying his company, but his hesitation, and the way he looked away is making me nervous. Is he rethinking our relationship?

“Did you have a good time the other night?” I ask.

I hold my breath and watch him carefully as he looks up at me quizzically.

A slow smile erupts on his face. “Oh yes. You’re referring to our group deflowering?”

“Shhh.”

I look around scandalized by his loud voice. It didn’t look like anyone in our vicinity was listening, but I dropped my voice hoping he would get the hint and do the same.

“I just want to make sure you’re not rethinking our relationship,” I tell him.

Grabbing my free hand with his, he leans in across the small table. Our knees touch, and I shiver. I’m not sure if it’s the cold from the ice cream, or the way he affects my nerves with his brown eyes and sexy lips.

“I am definitely not rethinking the relationship. There’s no way I’m bowing out.” Pulling my hand, he leans in to peck my nose. “You’re so cute when you’re worried.”

Do I look worried? Trying to smooth my brow, I dip my spoon into the sundae for another bite.

“Want a lick?”

He holds out his cone.

I try to decide which flavor I should try, eyeing it up.

“See? Just like us, you just can’t decide. But if you lick it like this…”

His tongue runs vertically from the cone to the top, and he closes his eyes savoring the three flavors he chose.

Fuck. That was arousing. He can lick me anytime.

His eyes pop open, locking with mine. “Like that, it’s perfect.”

I lean over, eyes still locked, to lick the opposite side of the cone the same way. “Mmm. I agree—you’re right. Perfect.”

“Now, that’s not to say that I wouldn’t like to be your primary favorite flavor. But out of the fifty-five flavors up there, these are the three I picked. I’m just honored to be one of the three you picked. Understand?”

I do. “Yes.”

Putting another bite of my sundae into my mouth, I consider what he is saying. He’s licking his cone, looking at me speculatively.

“What are you looking at so seriously?”

He’s running his tongue around each of the flavors, and my thighs are clenching involuntarily.

“I think you have a very talented tongue,” I say and laugh.

I watch him get even more exaggerated with his next lick.

“I do actually. And I know you taste better than this ice cream, too.”

I can feel a blush creep into my cheeks. I just can’t help it.

Images of him licking me are now running rampant through my mind!

“Don’t worry. Soon,” he says, whispering the last word before going back to eating.

I pick up the pace on my sundae, too. I can’t wait.

“There’s another great store around here that I would love to take you. Your dress modeling was great, but this place is called For Lovers Only.”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Gee. What do they sell there?” I’m teasing, as I slowly let out a soft moan on my next spoonful of rich chocolaty peanut butter.

“It’s a high-end lingerie and toy store. I don’t think we need any toys necessarily. I think we have that covered. I’ll be able to satisfy you, but I’d like to get you into something that I’ve picked out. As the head of design, I’ve been told I have a good eye.”

He winks.

“A good eye? Are you sure? Is there something in your eye?”

He laughs with me at my teasing before pulling my chair towards him around the table.

Putting his free arm around me, he rubs my arms that still have goosebumps from the cold ice cream.

“You need me to warm you up,” he says.

“Oh, I have no doubt that you will do that spectacularly.”

I’m excited to see what he likes in lingerie.

Charlie comes across more aloof than Sam or Adam, but he’s been nothing but attentive and affectionate today. One on one, he’s just as spectacular as Sam. I’m very lucky.

“Do you want to move to an outside table where it’s warmer?”

See? Just another thoughtful gesture.

“I think I’m done,” I tell him.

Leaning back, I rub my tummy gently.

“What?” His mock outrage is cute, but he picks up my bowl to carry it to the counter drop off.

Still licking his ice cream, we walk outside to enjoy the sunshine while he finishes.

We take turns licking his cone which just makes me wet. I wish it was my needy pussy under his tongue, but the anticipation is wonderful as we enjoy each other’s company.