I chuckled. Watching Melinda was amusing. Mary pushed a supersized to-go cup in front of her, with a metal straw (an eco-friendly touch). Melinda stared at it for a moment, then grabbed it and laughed.
Her shoulders shook, and she wiped a tear away under her eye. Mary kind of smiled? I couldn't tell, but I would say that was a massive step for Mary, just walking up to Melinda like that. Mary wasn't the kind of woman who made friends. She was a one-woman show. Melinda sipped her drink and let her body sway to the music.
Again, fucking adorable.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to hold her, kiss her, and congratulate her for doing all of this and for making my dreams come true. I came out from behind the beam, slithering my way through the maze of people. It was as if she could sense me. Her head tilted up from her drink, and when she saw me, her smile was even more significant than the one she gave to Ben.
Ha! Suck it, Ben.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” she said, throwing her arms around my neck.
“I’ve been here. I promise. You look…ravishing,” I made sure to deepen my voice and thrust my hips to rub my cock against her leg, so that she could feel how good she really looks.
“Chris!” she hissed, slapping my arm playfully.
“You can’t look like that and expect me not to be all over you. Have you seen yourself in a mirror?” I twirled her around, admiring the low-cut angle of her dress in the back. It stopped right above her ass. “Simply stunning.” I spun her into my arms and let my hands slide around her waist, then down to her ass.
“Chris…” she warned, batting her eyelashes in contradiction to the warning note in her voice. She loved the attention.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?” I pulled her to my chest when the live band started to play. The guests clapped for us as we danced, but I didn't care about their attention. I only cared for Melinda's.
“No, why don't you tell me?” She gave her cup to her new friend Emily as we floated around the dance floor, her black gown making her look sleek and elegant as a swan.
I brought my mouth to her ear and blew gently. I would have done more, but we’d agreed to keep things undercover for a while, “I’ve set the penthouse suite aside for us. It has a private jacuzzi. No one can interrupt us. I can’t wait to peel that dress off your body.”
“Is that so?” she said, leaning back to look me in the face. Even with heels, she was too short to be eye−level with me.
“Oh, yeah. You’re all mine tonight.”
“Just tonight?” she batted her eyelashes and licked her red−painted lips. I wanted to mess up that lipstick and smudge its perfection.
I didn’t want her to think I was already planning a future—it was too soon. “Tonight is all that matters,” I pulled her to me, wishing we were alone without all the eyes on us.
“You better be careful, you know a local magazine was looking to get in here and get an interview with us about tonight. I said no, as I want a bigger magazine to cover this place…say…Vogue…but if they get a whiff of this…of you and me together…”
“Let them. I'll tell them the truth.” Even though we’d agreed not to tell anyone, I didn’t care if we did. For now, we were only sharing a dance. No one knew anything yet.
“Which is?”
A breathed a deep breath over the nape of her neck. “I'd tell them how bad I want to bend over the bar, lift your dress, and sink into that tight…”
“Where’s the room?” she interrupted, her face red and eyes glazed over.
“Press the PH on the elevator. I’ll meet you there, gorgeous.”
She smirked as she held the train of her dress, eyeing me over her shoulder as she sauntered away.
Melinda Bailey. A real force of sexual finesse, and intelligence, waiting for me, Chris Bates, snowboarder, and businessman.
Who would have thought?”
