“Fuck me,” I curse myself and bite my curled fist to hold myself back as I drink up the scene of Savannah left in a black lace thong. I miscalculated how a simple outfit change would take us off course. “How am I not supposed to lick you right now?” I move to drag my lips along the smooth curve of her shoulder. Even with her mesh lace bra, I see the tips of her breasts are pointy.
“Julian,” her voice vibrates.
The palm of my hand is flat against her belly and slides down, causing her to lean back. “I need to check something.” My voice is thick with desire, nor does she shoo me away as my fingers dip into her panties. She croons for me as the tips of my fingers feel her wet heat. Her body goes slack as she moans.“Nice and wet for me. Spread your legs.” My request is direct.
I love it when she obeys. “Julian.” Her whisper has a hint of warning right before she moves, pushing her hand against my chest, causing me to abandon her pussy and sit normally in my seat. Well, somewhat, because she’s quick to straddle me.
“We don’t have time, remember?” she taunts me as she circles her pussy around my cock that’s hard underneath my pants. “Now help me get dressed.”
She lifts the dress from the box and finds the bottom. Raising her arms, she lifts them over her head. I assist in sheathing the material down the curves of her body until the smoothness of the satin bunches around her waist due to its length. Her naughty smile, as she stares into my eyes, fades into something else. It’s new, yet promising. It mirrors my mood. We don’t break contact even while I slowly drag the zipper on the side up.Savannah lifts her hair over her shoulder, and she musses the strands with her fingers. It gives me a prime opportunity to kiss slowly up from her cleavage along the line of her neck, only to stop when I reach her chin.
Savannah loops her arms around my neck, and the quiet around us is calming. “I don’t want to use the word sweet that you arranged this all. We know how you hate the word sweet.”
I swipe her loose hair behind her ear. “As I said, I remember you mentioned once coming to the city with your aunt and watching the ballet.”
She half-smirks. “Now I’m 100% using the word sweet.”
“I’ll allow it. I’ll spank you for it later, though,” I say, right before I steal a deep kiss from her.
The idea to do all of this came out of left field for me, yet as soon as I thought it out, I had to get the wheels in motion. Excitement was too intense. I want her to be happy, and due to me would be a bonus.
She jabs my chest with her finger. “So, Mr. Romantic, what are we seeing?”
“Giselle,” I announce casually, and continue to watch my fingers feather down her arm.
She sputters a laugh, and I look up at her, confused about what I did. “You do realize the story of that ballet, right?”
I shake my head. “No. Do I look like someone who would?” Savannah’s laugh should concern me, but it’s good to hear and see—it swings our work life even further away.
“It’s about a rich man who seduces a peasant,” she deadpans. “A little familiar, no?” I’m amused, and my grin must show it. “He betrays her, and she heads to the forest and joins women scorned. She’s heartbroken.”
My face turns sour. “Yikes.”
“Is this some foreshadowing of my destiny?Should I be worried?”
I scoff at the thought. “Absolutely not.”
She pretends to wipe away sweat from her forehead. “Phew. Please don’t leave me scorned and cause me to disappear into a forest.”
My hands move to her back, and I lift my hips, causing her thighs to tighten around me. “Don’t you worry,” I promise.
And I’m scared how desperately I want to mean it.
18
JULIAN
Walking into my bedroom, I shadow behind Savannah as she crouches down to slip out of one heeled shoe, followed by the other. Tossing my suit jacket onto the chaise lounge, I don’t have any intention of prolonging the inevitable.
“The talent on that stage really put me in a trance and into a whole different world. Didn’t it relax you a bit?” She’s been jabbering about the show since we left.
“Mmmhmm,” I reply, choosing not to explain that I was lost in observingherall two hours, plus the twenty-minute intermission where my hand remained on any part of her that seemed appropriate in public.
“It was a great night, thank you.” She finally turns to face me. “Really, it was the perfect surprise.”
My fingers undo the buttons of my shirt as our eyes remain locked. “I’m happy to do anything for you, but if you really want to thank me then answer me truthfully.”
Her brows pinch together, and her smile turns nervous. “Okay. What might that be?”
