She shivers under my lips. “Mason.” I’m not sure if she meant my name to be a warning, but it sounds more like a plea.
When she turns in my arms, my breath freezes. She’s literally breathtaking. Holding one of her hands, I take a step back so I can take her in fully. “Damn, V. You look …” I shake my head slowly at a loss for words.
She bites her lip while she waits for me to finish my statement, a hint of concern in her eyes when I meet them.
“You look amazing,” I say at last. “So beautiful. Everyone’s gonna take one look at you and think I’m the luckiest man alive that I get to take you home with me.”
A pretty blush paints her skin, and I pull her in close to me again, holding her gently, careful not to wrinkle our clothes or muss her hair or makeup. Even if she hadn’t blocked my kiss ten minutes ago, I know enough to know better. I drop another kiss on her shoulder next to the wide red satin strap, the only safe place for a kiss right now. “It’s gonna be a long fucking night till I can peel you out of this dress,” I grumble.
She laughs, stepping away and looking me over. “Same, dude. You look edible in that suit, with the open collar and the scruff and the tiny hints of ink at your cuffs and collar? Mmmm.”
I can’t help my giant grin, because while I’ve caught her checking me out plenty of times, and she’s mentioned briefly that she especially enjoys the show when we’ve all stripped off our shirts, this is the most open she’s been with her commentary. “Yeah?” I slide my hands down the front of my vest. “Glad you like it.”
Stepping in close again, she runs her fingers along the open collar of my jacket. “I really, really like it. I think this is the first time I’ve seen you so dressed up.”
“Guys in suits get you hot, huh?”
She raises her eyes to mine, shaking her head. “Not just any guy. My guy. You. You in a suit gets me hot.”
A low groan rumbles out of my chest. I can’t help it. The combination of her gentle possessiveness plus outright stating that I get her hot? Damn. I was half hard from just looking at her, but that’s got me steel-beam ready. “Keep talking like that, and I might embarrass myself on the red carpet.”
Her eyes roam over me, from my face, down my chest, and when they get to the obvious tent in my pants, they widen, a smile pulling at her lips. She lets out a thoughtful hum, her eyes narrowing when they meet mine again. “Think we can … take care of that without wrinkling our clothes?” Then she palms my dick through my pants.
Fuck. Shit.
“Yeah,” I grit out, not really sure if that’s the truth but with her hand gripping me and looking like that, that’s the only answer I’m willing to give. “Bend over the bed.”
She gives me another squeeze before letting go and doing what I said. I take off my jacket and hang it up before retrieving a condom from the side table and stepping up behind her.
Carefully, I lift the bottom of her skirt and lay it over her back, caressing her ass and thighs for a moment before hooking my fingers in her thong and dragging it down. It falls around her ankles, but she doesn’t bother to step out of it and kick it aside. We both know this is going to be quick.
I undo my pants and take my cock out, quickly rolling on the condom and tossing the wrapper aside before resuming my caresses. Squeezing her ass, I pull her cheeks apart to look at the wet heaven waiting for me between her thighs. God, I want to taste her. But there isn’t time right now. Plus, the goal is to preserve both of our clothes. I’m not sure eating her out would accomplish that. And while it’s sexy to think about having the smell of her embedded in my face all night long, I think it would actually just drive me crazy, and I’d end up fucking her in a bathroom somewhere. Since one of the other goals tonight is to show her off in the best light, I don’t think fucking her at the afterparty—or during the show—is a great way to accomplish that. She’s going to get dragged through the mud to some degree anyway. No need to add fuel to that fire.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I massage her lips, parting them to drag my finger up and down a few times before plunging it inside her. She presses back against my hand with a gasp. “More.”
I add another finger, turning my hand over to rub the front wall of her pussy. Her legs start trembling almost immediately, and her inner muscles tighten around my fingers. God, she’s so fucking responsive. It’s one of my favorite things about her.
“Please, Mason,” she whimpers. “Just fuck me already.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And even though she literally just begged me to fuck her, she still clenches on my fingers as I withdraw them and moans at the loss. But when I press the head of my dick against her opening, the moan turns into a drawn out, hissed, “Yessss.”
I slide into her in one long, slow movement, knowing I can’t take forever, but wanting to stretch this out as much as I can.
“You feel so amazing,” I whisper to her, stroking her hips as I begin to move inside her. Not much at first, starting off at a leisurely pace, but she bucks against me, urging me faster, and I can’t deny her anything that she wants. At all. I doubt she even realizes how much power she has over
