Karessa is gone before I can respond. She doesn’t realize it, but she’s aptly ended our session since Oran and I are laughing so hard, we’re having trouble catching our breath. It’s a laugh we both needed.
* * *
I always geta little antsy before a gala, while I don’t mind being in the spotlight, this isn’t about me. Plus, there’s the added complication of being married to one of the most photographed people on the island.
Speaking of which, damn.
She may not have the biggest breasts in the world, but plunging necklines are her super power. Karessa walks that fine line between sultry and adorable well. The black gown wraps around her neck like a choker, plunges between her breasts, and puffs out into a mess of tulle. She looks like a naughty princess. She spins for me and I get a glimpse of her naked back underneath the curls in her hair.
“You look beautiful, Sweet Baby,” I tell her as I pull her close. “If it were any other event, you’d already be getting fucked but I need to focus.”
She pecks my lips then adjusts my bow tie. “No, sir. This is your baby. I wouldn’t let you lose focus even if you wanted.”
I pull her closer and she wraps her arms around my neck. “This is my pet project. A passion. You can even say my purpose, but the only babies I’ll have will be escaping from your pussy.”
She makes one of her faces but doesn’t drop her smile. “You couldn’t just say you want me to have your children.”
“What fun would that be?” I kiss her slower, allowing my lips to linger. “Besides, you understand the message. I’d show you just how serious I am but our ride has arrived.”
I want to be a father. I’ve mentioned it before, but she needs to know that it’s something I want sooner than later. At thirty-six, I wouldn’t be the oldest man to father a child but she still needs to take out her implant.
Now is not the time to discuss it. The event is held in New York because it’s a good place to find the wealthy gathered, and my cousin, Penelope Downsbury, lives here. She’s on my mother’s side and luckily is not too snobby to give back and run Liam’s House for me. The lights flash the moment we exit the limo and Karessa is confident and poised just like I expect. She falls back and remains at my side being attractive and supportive without trying to take any attention for herself. I would do the same for her if it were her event. Being the perfect date isn’t a gender thing, it is a fucking show of respect for the person you’re supporting.
“Karessa! Karessa!” one of the press yells. Karessa smiles in that direction, preparing for a photo op but the reporter throws a question at her. “What do you have to say about the accusation that you stole Jagger from a long relationship with one of his employees?”
Fuck. I forgot she works here. Karessa gasps from the statement but I answer. “Focus on tonight’s event.”
I guide her inside while avoiding any further pictures or questions. They don’t know half of what’s going on and they can suck my dick. A grown man can’t be stolen. The fuck? I take a few calming breaths and guide my wife into one of the private rooms. Once the door closes, I push her against it and kiss her like we’re about to fuck but withdraw once she relaxes into the kiss.
Lust clouds her green eyes when she opens them. I’ll take care of that later. For now I’m just happy she looks more like herself now that she’s not focused on that fucked up question.
“Welcome back, Karebear,” I murmur against her lips.
She cups my jaw and smiles sweetly. “Thank you. Let’s go focus on Liam’s House.”
This is one of the things that makes her so damn endearing. Her willingness to move past her own discomfort for the overall cause speaks to the kind of heart she has. Karessa locks her fingers in mine and moves us back into the throngs of people dressed in some of their best outfits.
This room is filled with old money and I need to get them to part with some of it for the sake of the underprivileged. We have more than enough to share. I relax more the longer we’re there, Penelope has things running so smoothly, I almost consider giving her a raise.
The speeches and dinner went very well. Oran and Ainslee are here but Oran hangs back to entertain his wife and sometimes mine because he knows how my mind is at these things. He doesn’t like being in the spotlight but this is one thing I can always count on his participation. Oran both donates and brings donors with him.
Now that I’m starting to relax, I kiss Karessa on her shoulder to pull her out of her conversation with Oran and Ainslee.
“Come meet my cousin, Karessa.”
“Is it that time?” Orans asks.
No matter the venue, I ensure there’s a room or space for us to decompress during the social portion of the night. I’m usually getting tired since I don’t want the attention on me and Oran is anti-social. It’s also a good space to catch up with Penny.
“Yes,” I sigh. “I’m going to introduce Karessa to Penny since she couldn’t make it to the wedding.”
Oran eyes a huge piece of cake that was just placed in front of him. “We’ll be there in a bit.”
I laugh at his greediness but I get it. Lacing my fingers with Karessa’s, I navigate us through the crowd, giving the people the appropriate acknowledgements while continuing to move forward.
My shoulders relax completely once we are in the private area away from strangers’ eyes and cameras. This break is always welcomed halfway through the night.
“Penny Poo Poo! You’ve done an amazing job as usual.”
