Lucas stands and I’m expecting him to step in the direction of the door. What I’m not expecting is for him to step towards me but then not stop until my back hits the wall.
My mouth drops open to ask what he’s doing but I don’t get the chance for any words to come out because he’s on my lips. Both his hands come up to my head and I feel his fingers thread through my hair.
I forget about dinner. I forget about everything he said at the beginning of the week. Hell, I pretty much forget my own name. Holy cow, this man can kiss. I remember it being good, but I was pretty drunk the last time. I don’t remember it being quite this good.
His hands slide down my neck and over my shoulders before skimming down my sides. His thumbs brush over my nipples as his hands descend down my body. The sensation causes a shudder to run through me. He must feel me shake under his hands but it doesn’t make him stop kissing me.
The kiss goes on forever as his hands explore my body. My heart races and tries to beat its way out of my chest.
My hands follow suit and I reach out to grab on to him. I slide them inside his jacket and run them up his stomach and chest until I reach his shoulders. I gently shove the fabric so it starts to fall down his arms. The movement stops Lucas in his tracks and he pulls back. His breath is coming out in quick pants as he looks at me with dark and hungry eyes, like he wants to devour me.
“Fuck dinner. I’m having you,” he states before shrugging his jacket off so it falls on the floor. His tie follows and then he’s back on me. His hands go to the back of my thighs and run up until the fabric of my dress is bunched around my hips.
I suck in a breath when I hear the lace of my knickers rip under his touch.
“Not sorry,” he mutters against my jaw as he moves his way down to my neck.
He sucks hard on my skin as his fingers find their way between my legs. He gives my thighs a nudge and I widen my stance to give him access. The second his fingertips connect with my sensitive skin, I cry out. He circles my clit a few times before going lower and sliding a finger inside me. My legs quiver and I struggle to keep myself upright as he increases the tempo and adds another finger.
My head falls back against the wall as I feel the pressure building. I feel the straps of my dress being pulled down my shoulders and then Lucas’ hot breath across my breasts. It teases my nipples and makes them form tighter buds.
“Oh God,” I whisper-groan.
I feel his tongue flick my nipple once more and I’m gone. I fall into the most intense pleasure as heat surges through my body and lights flash behind my eyes. Lucas continues whatever it is he’s doing inside me and eventually the waves start to lessen as I come back to reality.
I lower my head and look at him though hazy, lust-filled eyes. He’s stood back up to full height. His hair is a mess, his eyes darker than ever, and his lips parted. The mess my red lipstick has caused makes me smile. I reach my hand out and run the pad of my thumb over his stained lips. It doesn’t get to do its job though, because as soon as it hits his lips Lucas sucks it into his mouth.
He keeps his eyes on me. They hold a promise that has me feeling the tail end of my orgasm slightly more intensely.
I barely blink and I’m on the move. Lucas lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist and he squeezes my arse cheeks as he walks us over to the bed. I can feel his hardness against me and I almost feel like begging, knowing it’s so close.
He drops me down but doesn’t make a move to stand back up. He kisses my lips again before descending my body. He nips at my neck and collarbone before paying attention to my breasts. I’ve always worried they’re too small but Lucas doesn’t seem to have any issue with the size. When he starts tugging them into his mouth my back arches off the bed. Just that alone is enough to start building orgasm number two. He moves down again and places kisses across my ribs before jumping over the fabric of my dress that is still around my waist and starting on my hipbones. I worry that he hasn’t moved it because it’s covering my ugly scar but the second I feel his tongue heading south I lose all train of thought.
By the time I’m on the brink of coming again, Lucas has positioned me so that only my shoulders are touching the mattress. My entire bottom half is up in the air and at his mercy as he laps at me with his tongue.
It’s just as I’m about to come that I feel something new. He pulls his finger from inside me and runs it lower before pressing gently. I’m just about to question him but suddenly fireworks ignite and I’m hit with one unbelievable orgasm. It puts the last one to shame.
Lucas continues gently until my body relaxes under his touch and he lowers me back down to the bed. He sits back on his heels and looks at me. He’s still practically fully dressed while I’m lying here with everything on display.
I prop myself up on my elbows and look back at him.
“Strip,” I demand. I’m a little shocked by my words. That isn’t really me.
I watch as he slowly undoes each button. The slow pace is torture but I know it’s going to be worth it. I already know what’s under those posh boy clothes.
His shirt gets shrugged off once he pulls out his expensive looking cuff links and it gets dropped to the floor by his feet. He toes off his shoes and then removes his trousers, boxers and socks all at the same time.
He stands back up and waits. Our eyes lock for a few seconds before I tear mine away in favour of looking at him. He stays still and allows me time to get my fill. His only movement comes after a few seconds when he moves his hand and fists his cock. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I feel my already swollen core flood with more moisture the longer I watch him.
“Fuck this.”
Then he’s on me and everything goes a bit wild. There are hands and mouths everywhere. He bites down on my neck as I run my nails down his back. I grip on to his hair as he sucks on my nipple. The franticness stops the second I feel him at my entrance though. He moves forward slightly and looks at me—I presume for my approval. I nod slightly and it must be what he wants because he slides all the way in slowly.
I watch as the muscles in his neck pull tight. He throws his head back and lets out a huge breath.
After a few seconds he starts moving, and he falls down on top of me. I grab on to his arse to try to get us closer—if that’s even possible.
“I don’t deserve you.” I hear him whisper into my neck and it reminds me of the things he was saying about his past in the car earlier. I’m desperate to know his secrets, although I’m aware that will mean spilling mine.
My third orgasm of the night is no less powerful than the previous two, and only seconds after I scream his name do I feel him twitch and groan as he comes inside me.
The next thing I know, the sun is shining through the windows and Lucas is looking down at me with a smile on his face.
“Ready to hit the shops?”
Chapter Eight
Lucas
This week’s been hell. The fire at the hotel has been a fucking disaster. I have no idea when we’re going to be able to start refurbishing it, let alone when we might be able to think about reopening. The police are still looking into the fact it could be an inside job because of where it started and that the sprinkler system didn’t work. I’ve had multiple staff and guests in hospital. Thankfully nothing serious but it’s still not great. I’ve had meeting after meeting but things are going absolutely nowhere. And then, just to top all that off, I had that fight with Lilly and then haven’t been able to get in contact with her. I knew she had a friend down, but would it have been so much effort to text me back? I know I was out of line, trying to take control of her life. She’s independent and wants to make her own decisions. That’s one of the things I love about her. I’ve met so many women who are just after an easy ride and my money. It’s refreshing to spend time with someone who doesn’t care about all that.
The thought of going to the annual charity auction I attend with my parents was filling me with the usual lack of excitement. Do
n’t get me wrong, I totally support it, but it’s not my kind of evening. I spend every day of the week dressed up in a suit trying to be something I’m not. I don’t want to spend my Saturday night like it as well. The little time I do get away from work is precious. If it wasn’t for my mother insisting I be there, I’d just give my usual donations and be done with it, but I can’t say no to her—I’ve never been able to. Then, it struck me that I could take Lilly, and my feelings about the night changed.
“Lucas, I can’t afford a dress from here,” Lilly complains as I pull her into Harrods.
“Who says you’re buying it?”
“Lucas,” she warns and I know I’m about to get the speech again so I cut her off.
“I know you don’t want me spending my money on you, but you wouldn’t be going to this event if it wasn’t for me, and you are the only reason I’m looking forward to it. So please, just this once, let me spend my money. Trust me, it’ll be for my own benefit more than yours.”
She looks up and me and opens her mouth to argue but must see something on my face that changes her mind, because she falls back into step next to me.
“It’s a formal event, so you want something gown-like, I guess,” I say as we start walking through the ladies’ section. I look around to see if anything catches my eye but I’m seriously in over my head here. I’ve done a lot in my life but never once have I been ladies’ clothes shopping. I’m pretty sure it’s not something I’ll be rushing to do again any time soon, either.
I trail behind Lilly as she looks around but she doesn’t stop or show interest in anything. This is going to be harder than I thought.
“Don’t you like anything?” I ask when we come back around to where we started.
“They are all stunning, Lucas. But did you see the prices? I know I agreed to this but it’s crazy.”
“Lilly, enough about the price. I will pay whatever, I want you to look and feel amazing. It’s the first time ever I’m going to have a date, and I know I sound like a dickhead but I want you to be the best dressed woman there. I want everyone to look at you on my arm and think, wow that’s what he’s been waiting for.”
I see her chin drop open at my words and I swear her eyes water a little. Okay, so maybe that was a little much. But it’s the truth. I’m sure everyone at those fancy events thinks I’m gay because they are always filled with beautiful women, none of whom ever take my interest.
“Fine,” she mutters and begins walking off again.
This time I watch as she strokes some of the dresses as we walk past. She even pulls a few out slightly to look at the backs. But again, she doesn’t make any choice.
“Come on,” I say as I grab her hand. I saw the sign for a personal shopper on the other side of the floor. We’re going there.
“I’m sorry, Sir, we’re booked at the moment.” Lilly goes to walk away but I stand my ground. There’s always a way to get what you want.
Twenty minutes later and I’m sat on the plush sofa with a glass of champagne while a petite woman brings in dress after dress for Lilly to try on. Maybe this shopping thing isn’t so bad after all. I even manage to bang out a few emails while I’m sat here.
“I’m so sorry, Lucas. Wearing these sorts of dresses is unusual for me. I have no idea what I want or what suits me,” she says after the fifth dress gets escorted away.
“We’ve got all day,” I reply, but hope we aren’t just going to be doing this.
Another two dresses get refused before the woman returns with a black dress draped over her arm.
“Isn’t that a little plain?” I ask as she gets closer. There are no ruffles, flowers or diamonds as far as I can see, which is unlike everything else that has been whisked passed me so far.
“No, Sir. Sometimes, simple is the best.” And then she’s gone again behind the door where Lilly is stood. Probably only in her underwear. The thought has my dick twitching. Last night wasn’t enough. After weeks of being away from her, my body is now craving her like a drug. My fingers dig into the velvet fabric of the sofa in an attempt to stay where I am and not join Lilly in that little room behind the door. I’ve never had sex in a shop before.
My mind flashes back to last night when Lilly walked out of our hotel en suite in the same little black dress that she wore the night I took her to dinner. It had the exact same effect one me as it did that first night.
It was even more incredible than the first time. I didn’t think that was possible. Her body is unbelievable; it’s like it was designed for me in every way and I can’t get enough.
“Holy shit,” I exclaim when she appears in front of me. She’s standing looking very unsure of herself in the black dress. It’s perfect, just like woman said it would be. It hugs her in all the right places and the V at the front shows off the swell of her breasts perfectly.
“Is it okay?” she asks nervously.
“It’s fucking amazing. You look…wow. Incredible.” A small smile starts to tug at the corners of her lips at my compliment.
“We’ll take it,” I say to the assistant as she comes to stand behind Lilly. I’m not thrilled by the smug I told you so look on her face as she glances at me.
“Okay, Sir. Are you going to need accessories? Shoes, jewellery a bag?”
“Yes, everything please.”
The time it takes for her to pick everything out and come back is torturous as Lilly perches herself on the sofa next to me. It gives me a look at the back, which has a long line of diamond buttons running from the base of her neck to the top of her arse. The desire to undo each one and reveal what is beneath is seriously high. I almost give into temptation when the assistant reappears with a pile of boxes in her hands.
I watch as Lilly tries on shoes and picks the bag she wants. Thankfully, it’s a much faster process than finding the dress. Before long, the assistant disappears with the dress draped over her arm again and Lilly’s chosen accessories, saying she’ll get everything boxed up ready for payment. The second she’s out of sight, I make my move.
I open the changing room door quietly and step up to Lilly. A little shriek comes from her but it’s silenced when I put my hand over her mouth. I look over her shoulder and into the full-length mirror in front of us. Perfect.
Lilly is exactly as I was hoping—just in her underwear.
“You’re going to have to be silent,” I whisper in her ear before undoing my fly and pulling out my already hard cock. “This is what you do to me, Lilly. Now, can you be quiet?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods once. It’s all the approval I need. I bend her forward at the waist and pull her knickers to the side before lining up.
“Put your hands on the mirror. This is going to be fast.”
The glow of Lilly’s cheeks when we leave the changing room leaves nothing to the imagination about what just went on in that little room. She was quiet for the most part, but not quiet enough for the couple of middle aged women also in the personal shopper changing rooms not to know what was going on.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Lilly says in shock as we leave the shop with her purchases in tow. “I’m sure we could have been arrested or something for doing that.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure the other women loved it.”
“Lucas,” she squeals with a slap to my shoulder. “What are we doing tonight?”
“I thought we could have the dinner we missed last night. Do you want to get a new dress for the occasion? I may even allow you to buy it,” I say, but it pains me to do so. I’ve never had anyone but myself to spend my money on before but I’m finding that I quite like doing so.
“Can I choose what we do tonight?” she asks, taking me by surprise.
“Don’t you want to go for a meal?”
“I have something better in mind,” she says with a cheeky smile.
Lilly
I take us straight back to our hotel room so we can drop the stuff off. I am in love with the dress; it’s stunning, but the price
is obscene for something I may only wear once in my life.
I can’t believe I allowed Lucas to do what he did in the changing room. My face still feels hot with embarrassment. But the second I saw him in the mirror behind me, I knew there was no way I’d say no. He had that dark look in his eyes again. The one that basically means I’ll do whatever he says. It was quick, but it was by no means any less enjoyable that the other times we’ve been together.
It’s late afternoon when we walk back out through the entrance to the hotel. I glance over at Lucas. I can see that he’s trying to be himself but for some reason he won’t allow himself to fully let go. I guess it’s because we are staying in one of his hotels and he feels like he needs to keep up his boss persona.
He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans and a jumper. It’s a little more casual than his suit, but not a lot.
“What’s the plan then, beautiful?”
I wanted to do things my way. I wasn’t up for fancy restaurants and even fancier food.
“Come on,” I say as I wave down a taxi and jump in.
“Please can you take us to Hyde Park? But we need to stop at a supermarket on the way,” I instruct the driver.
The taxi lurches forward and I can feel Lucas’ eyes on me.
“Lucas,” I say, not really knowing how to put into words what I want to say without offending him. “I know that the whole suit thing is a lie; that isn’t who you are. I can see that now. The designer labels, expensive restaurants…I think you’re almost as uncomfortable with that as I am. So we’re going to do things my way.”
Lucas doesn’t agree with me, but he doesn’t argue either. We both know I’m right, and I will get him to open up eventually.
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