My girl needs taking care of, and I’m sure as fuck going to be the one to do it.
Whitney
Theo’s lipsare on mine before the elevator doors shut all the way. He crowds me against the wall, his hands and strong arms framing me.
In between feverish kisses, I manage to say, “I can’t believe you did that with your parents sitting rightthere.”
“Can you blame me? You are so fucking sexy, Whitney,” he whispers. One hand peels off the wall and traces the outline of my body, starting just below my breast and trailing over the curve of my hip down to my dress’s skirt. “I can’t wait to get you out of this dress. How does that sound? Would you like that?”
“Yes, of course,” I say back, breathless. “But?—”
He groans against my neck and presses his lips against my pulse point. “But what?”
I hesitate, unsure if I should give into my insecurities or not. I’d be lying if I said that seeing Theo’s ex-lover didn’t affect me in some way, even though it shouldn’t have. She was tall, and blonde, and beautiful. She was the kind of woman who was made for a man like Theo. She had all the qualities, all the good habits, the proper etiquette to be on the arm of a powerful man.
And I didn’t.
“Do you think we should talk about what happened earlier? WithLauren?”Her name tastes sour in my mouth, and I hate myself for it. I barely know the woman, yet I can’t help but feel an unnatural jealousy toward her.
Theo finally pulls away from me and his face turns down into a frown. Before I can say otherwise, he’s reaching behind him and pulling the emergency stop button on the elevator. The car comes to a screeching halt, and I look at him in alarm.
“What are you doing?”
He leans against the door and crosses his arms over his chest. “We’re going to settle this right here and now.”
“Settlewhat?”
“Who did I ask to be my date here tonight?” Theo questions.
I nibble the inside of my cheek twice before answering, “Me.”
“And who was I fingering underneath the table just now because I couldn’t stand to keep my hands to myself?”
I breathe in sharply and let it out in awhoosh. “Me.”
“Precisely,” he says. He pushes off the wall of the elevator and stalks toward me until he’s right in front of me again. His hair raises to cup my jaw and he tilts my face up to meet him. “So, I’d greatly appreciate it if we’d keep any mention of my ex-girlfriend at bay. Because she’s myexfor a reason, do you understand?”
I nod, my head spinning with the possessive way Theo is looking down at me, as if he’s seconds away from losing control and ravishing me right here in the elevator.
“I assure you, I am not harboring any type of feelings toward her other than indifference and maybe even a little disdain. She is my past, and I don’t like to dwell in the past.”His lips find my neck again and he presses a kiss to my flushed skin. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I agree, my voice breathy.
Theo spends a few more minutes giving plenty attention to the side of my neck and the divot of my ear. When he pulls away and presses the button to make the elevator start running again, my heart is hammering in my chest and his eyes are darkened with need.
“God, I can’t wait until you’re falling apart around me again,” he says as he leans in and rubs the length of his nose against mine. I can smell the remaining hint of his whiskey from the gala on his breath, and it’s doing weird things to me. I never thought I’d care for the smell of alcohol on a man’s breath, but all bets are off with Theo.
“Such a dirty girl, letting me finger you at the table,” he continues his bedroom talk, turning me into a melted puddle right before him. “In front of all those people. Did you like that? Coming around my fingers in front of everyone?”
I mewl and nod my head, all thoughts of any insecurity now long forgotten. Theo’s hand is gripping the edge of my skirt, and he slowly starts to drag it up. I wonder if he’ll have time to dip his fingers into my panties again before the elevator arrives at our floor.
I get my answer when the doors ding as his finger grazes my clit over my panties. Theo drops my skirt and pushes himself up until he’s standing straight. He grabs my hand and escorts me off the elevator car and into the deserted hallway.
I trail after him as he struts to our conjoined hotel rooms with a purpose. He holds his phone to the sensor, and the door immediately unlocks. He pushes it open and drags me behind him. Once the door closes, his mouth is on mine again, and his hands wrap possessively around my waist.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters against my lips in-between kisses. “God, you’ve been driving me crazy all night in this dress.”
“I was hoping you’d like it.”
