A long dinner table stretches in front of us, covered in white linens and tall white candles. Surrounding the table in a tent-like shape are thousands of strands of tiny white lights, giving the patio a look of glamour and magic.
We walk under the lights and find our seats among the other guests. We’re near the head of the table, with Sophia placed to the right of Grant, who’s seated at the top.
A Michelin chef caters the twelve-course tasting menu, featuring a tour of Japanese culture. The menu looks incredible, and I’m eager to try the fatty tuna belly topped with caviar and the smoked scallop with wasabi.
As we wait to be served, Grant addresses the crowd. “Every year, I vow to skip the speech and spare everyone the pain of listening to my nostalgic memories from past dinners. This year is no different, but once again, I find myself inspired by you.” He glances at Sophia.
Blair looks at me with eyes that say,Did you see that?
I did.
“This town has no shortage of talent and inspiration, but finding the right mix of creativity, humanity, and connection is rare. Some of you have never attended this celebration before, and some have been coming since I started this tradition ten years ago. If you are here, you are important to me. You are what I consider the best of the best. Many people in this town joke that the best relationship in Hollywood is no relationship. But I’ve found that I’ve had my best days when I’m surrounded and supported by all of you. I’m grateful for your friendship. Cheers to you.”
We all raise our glasses to toast the moment.
Blair glances at me again and mouths with a smirk,We are important to Grant. I don’t doubt that most people here are—this is a super exclusive invite.
“Why do you think we are really here?” I whisper close to her ear.
“Your sister.”
I take a deep breath because it gives me heartburn that he’s so much older than her.
“She doesn’t date. Someone should tell him he doesn’t have a chance.”
“It looks like she might reconsider her no-dating rule.”
Sophia and Grant huddle close, smiling and laughing with one another. Inside, guests are sipping champagne and talking to one another. This is why you want to be at this party. It’s a free pass to talk shop, get intimate with the elite in this business, and make great connections and impressions. While I want to take advantage of this opportunity, I want Blair more.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” Blair says.
“Want me to go with you?” I wink at her, and she winks back.
“Maybe.”
She holds my stare as she walks away, and I’m not going to question it. I follow her a minute later.
When I step into the only bathroom at the top of the stairs, I find her waiting for me, leaning against the sink. I press into her body, letting her feel all of me. Then I raise my hand to grasp her jaw and crash my lips against hers.
“I barely made it through dinner. I’ve been thinking about being inside you since I saw you in that dress. Turn around.”
I help her twist around so her back is against my chest. Then I reach down to her legs and drag my hands up her thighs, sneaking them under her dress.
“This is going to be fast and hard. Are you ready for me, Blair?”
“Yes.”
“Bend over and place your hands on the counter.”
I unzip my pants and pull them down just enough to reach in and stroke my already hard dick. Thank God we had the talk about protection and I don’t need a condom. I can’t wait. She looks back at me, and I lean over to kiss her as I push into her dripping-wet pussy.
“Jesus, Blair. You feel so fucking good.”
I lean back up and place my hands on her hips to hold her steady as I frantically penetrate her. She’s already pulsing around me, and my spine tingles. I reach around to press on her clit so she’ll get there faster.
She pushes my hand away so she can play with herself, and I almost blow right then.
“Fuck me harder, Wyatt. I’m so close.”
