everything was a starlet going through a public and painful divorce. The paparazzi waited on our doorstep until her fit session was over. She came out, wagged our bags in their camera viewfinders, and hopped in her limo. Within minutes reporters were digging through our lingerie cabinets, their eyes wide with excitement. Four articles were out within minutes, bragging on the sexiness of our line. Anna laughed nonstop until the next day. And of course I was proud, though I couldn’t say anything publicly about my involvement in the lingerie line. As far as the media was concerned, Anna invented the whole thing.
I describe that day to Lucas, and he listens silently. He still has my hand in his. By now, it’s warm next to his skin. He skims his thumb over my palm, his nail rubbing smartly against my lifelines. It feels amazingly personal. Too close for comfort. And so I draw my hand back, away from his grasp.
He allows me my freedom, but presses his body in closer. “Thank you, that’s exactly the type of story I had hoped to hear. And now, I have one for you.” He shifts his body slightly, and sweeps his arm out to bring me closer to him in the confines of the limo. He pulls me immediately next to him, close enough to smell his scent, to feel his hard leg and waist muscles, to know our hips are touching. He looks into my face.
“I’ve been looking for something to catch my imagination for quite some time, Miss Graves. I apologize that you’ve seen me with different ladies; I know I look ridiculous. You may think that’s how I operate. I assure you it’s not. But the minute I saw you, I had to know more about you. I’m drawn to you. I want to protect you; to know you better. And I’m really interested in your art.”
He takes a dee p breath, and he’s about to say something when we reach my apartment building. The limo pulls to a stop, and his driver comes over the intercom to announce our arrival. He rolls his eyes. Our time is over.
“We ll, I appreciate your interest” I say noncommittally. I’m trying to bear in mind; this is a guy who bought another woman a piece of my lingerie. On Tuesday. I gather my belongings, and shift toward the door. Lucas makes a small sound, grabs me by the waist and pulls me back toward him. He positions my chin so my face is on level with his. He moves in close. So close. I can feel his breath. You know I have to ask. I can’t kiss some man-whore. I just can’t.
“ Can I ask you something, Lucas?” I look down, away from his brown eyes. “What did Violet think about the item you bought her?” He pauses, imperceptibly. “I bought Violet something?” he says softly.
“Yes, my lingerie, I think?” I raise my eyes toward his. He barks out a laugh, and reaches into his coat. “You mean this”; he passes me the small bag with ‘Rosenstein’ blazed across the front.
“ I’m not sure what’s in it, but yes. You haven’t given it to her?” He is within inches of my mouth now. “No, Sadie. Baby…it’s in your size. I had to ask Anna privately what you wore.”
He moves forward, letting his lips touch mine. I pull back, surprised, and gasp. He takes the opportunity to open my lips and move his tongue inside my mouth.
Jesus .
He moans, and begins to stroke my tongue with his own. It’s soft, exploring, and tentative. His full lips are so sensual. They’re softer than mine. I melt to him, licking back into his mouth with curiosity. He pulls me from his side onto his lap, pushing my skirt up and my legs on either side of his. I put my arms around his neck, and kiss him with a solemnity that comes from knowing I’m never doing this again.
He’ll never know this is my first kiss. Never.
Pinkie swear .
I meet his questing tongue with my own, matching his sweet caresses. He tastes delicious, like mint.
Between my legs, I can feel hi m. He’s aroused, and growing in size. His hips flex up to meet my body, and he makes a noise that’s somewhere between a
I describe that day to Lucas, and he listens silently. He still has my hand in his. By now, it’s warm next to his skin. He skims his thumb over my palm, his nail rubbing smartly against my lifelines. It feels amazingly personal. Too close for comfort. And so I draw my hand back, away from his grasp.
He allows me my freedom, but presses his body in closer. “Thank you, that’s exactly the type of story I had hoped to hear. And now, I have one for you.” He shifts his body slightly, and sweeps his arm out to bring me closer to him in the confines of the limo. He pulls me immediately next to him, close enough to smell his scent, to feel his hard leg and waist muscles, to know our hips are touching. He looks into my face.
“I’ve been looking for something to catch my imagination for quite some time, Miss Graves. I apologize that you’ve seen me with different ladies; I know I look ridiculous. You may think that’s how I operate. I assure you it’s not. But the minute I saw you, I had to know more about you. I’m drawn to you. I want to protect you; to know you better. And I’m really interested in your art.”
He takes a dee p breath, and he’s about to say something when we reach my apartment building. The limo pulls to a stop, and his driver comes over the intercom to announce our arrival. He rolls his eyes. Our time is over.
“We ll, I appreciate your interest” I say noncommittally. I’m trying to bear in mind; this is a guy who bought another woman a piece of my lingerie. On Tuesday. I gather my belongings, and shift toward the door. Lucas makes a small sound, grabs me by the waist and pulls me back toward him. He positions my chin so my face is on level with his. He moves in close. So close. I can feel his breath. You know I have to ask. I can’t kiss some man-whore. I just can’t.
“ Can I ask you something, Lucas?” I look down, away from his brown eyes. “What did Violet think about the item you bought her?” He pauses, imperceptibly. “I bought Violet something?” he says softly.
“Yes, my lingerie, I think?” I raise my eyes toward his. He barks out a laugh, and reaches into his coat. “You mean this”; he passes me the small bag with ‘Rosenstein’ blazed across the front.
“ I’m not sure what’s in it, but yes. You haven’t given it to her?” He is within inches of my mouth now. “No, Sadie. Baby…it’s in your size. I had to ask Anna privately what you wore.”
He moves forward, letting his lips touch mine. I pull back, surprised, and gasp. He takes the opportunity to open my lips and move his tongue inside my mouth.
Jesus .
He moans, and begins to stroke my tongue with his own. It’s soft, exploring, and tentative. His full lips are so sensual. They’re softer than mine. I melt to him, licking back into his mouth with curiosity. He pulls me from his side onto his lap, pushing my skirt up and my legs on either side of his. I put my arms around his neck, and kiss him with a solemnity that comes from knowing I’m never doing this again.
He’ll never know this is my first kiss. Never.
Pinkie swear .
I meet his questing tongue with my own, matching his sweet caresses. He tastes delicious, like mint.
Between my legs, I can feel hi m. He’s aroused, and growing in size. His hips flex up to meet my body, and he makes a noise that’s somewhere between a
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