I try my hardest not to glare at my phone as I text my girlfriend. It’s ridiculous — she’s sitting right next to me. Unfortunately, Clifton is sitting on her other side, whispering into her ear every chance he gets. I catch snippets of it every once in a while, and it’s all useless commentary on the talks we’re attending. Nothing I can fault him for, but annoying nonetheless.
ZANE
Is it wrong that I’m thinking about the way you rode my face last night while your grandfather gives a presentation about the changes he’s experienced in the industry during his tenure?
I begin to tap my foot when she discreetly checks her phone and smiles, her cheeks turning rosy.
CELESTIAL
I’m not sure… if it is, then it’s probably also wrong of me to imagine the way you’ll look at me when I drop to my knees and suck your cock tonight.
I clear my throat awkwardly as heat rushes through me. One text message, and she’s got me hard. I grab my peppermint tin from my suit pocket, needing something to distract me. I’m so fucking tempted to either punch Clifton Emerson in the face or throw my girlfriend over my shoulder and carry her back to our room. Ideally, I’d do both, but instead of that, I sit back and pop a mint into my mouth as I stare at the stage in front of us.
Clifton leans forward and smiles at me politely. “Would you at all be willing to part with one of those?” he asks, eying my candy.
Goddamnit. Not only does he want my girl, he wants my candy too? Fucker. I sigh as I hand him the tin and watch him start crunching one before offering one of my candies to my girlfriend. She shakes her head and throws me an amused look, like she knows what I’m thinking.
That little shit leans into her again, and the woman next to me straightens her spine before placing her hand on my thigh. “Excuse me. Could you please be quiet,” she whisper-shouts at Clifton, before looking at me. “I can’t believe them. They’ve been talking the entire time. Enough is enough.” Her gaze roams over my face, the appreciation in her eyes obvious. “I’m Cora, by the way.”
I know that look. I’ve seen it a thousand times before. This random girl is trying to flirt with me. Before I can even put her in her place, Celeste reaches over and wraps her hand around Cora’s wrist. “Excuse me,” she says. “Could you please refrain from sexually harassing other attendees?”
I bark out a laugh as she shoves Cora’s hand off my leg and straightens in her seat, her body tense with anger.
“I… I…” Cora stammers, her startled eyes meeting mine.
“Quiet,” I tell her, oddly pleased with my girlfriend’s behavior.
I shift in my seat so my hand brushes against Celeste’s, and I slowly hook my pinky over hers, just like she did to me in the elevator yesterday. Her shoulders relax a little, and I grin as I stare ahead, suddenly not at all bothered by Clifton’s running commentary. I never thought I’d find jealousy hot, but fuck, it looks great on my goddess.
Celeste pulls her hand away from mine to applaud her grandfather at the end of his presentation, and I sigh as I follow her lead, glad his talk is finally over. I’m eager to get on his good side, but man, that presentation was boring.
“We’ve got a few minutes until the next session starts, right?” Celeste asks as she rises to her feet.
Clifton nods, clearly assuming the question was directed at him. Fucking idiot.
“Bathroom break?” I ask. “Excellent idea. I think the next session is two hours long. Best to go now,” I say, chatting pure shit as I get up too. “Watch our stuff, Emerson,” I add, before that fucker gets any ideas about following us out.
Celeste tries her hardest not to smile as we exit the ballroom. She only makes it a few steps into the hallway before I grab her and push my all-access key against the door of the closest utility room. She giggles when I pull her into the room and against the door.
“Zane,” she breathes, her arms wrapping around my neck. “We can’t — we’ll seriously get caught.”
I grin as she rises to her tiptoes to meet my lips halfway, her body’s response in conflict with her words. “Then you’d better be quiet, Celestial.”
I kiss her roughly, urgently, and she moans when I lift her up against the door, her pencil skirt riding up as her legs wrap around me. “You knew, didn’t you?” I whisper against her mouth as I push aside her underwear. “That I’d punish you for every word you let him whisper into your ear.”
“Yes,” she admits, her gaze provocative, heavy with desire. I’m not at all surprised when my fingers slip into her easily. Celeste bites down on her lip to suppress a moan and reaches for my belt, undoing it in a rush.
“Fuck,” I groan, my forehead dropping to hers when she wraps her hand around my cock and squeezes tightly.
She looks into my eyes as she lines me up, and I clench my jaw, holding on to her hips tightly before thrusting into her, taking her hard and deep. “Fucking unreal,” I whisper. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Her hands wrap into my hair, and she grips tightly, her touch betraying her desperation. It’s crazy how fucking perfect she is. “Look,” I murmur, pulling back a little to glance down between us. “Look how well you’re taking my cock, Celeste.”
She watches as I pull out almost all the way and then push back into her slowly, making my cock disappear into her inch by delicious fucking inch. “More,” she whispers, her gaze pleading.
I grin as I place my forearm underneath her to hold her up, freeing up my hand to push my thumb against her clit. “You want this?” I ask, rubbing circles around it as I continue to fuck her slowly, not giving her what she wants. “This cock is only for good girls, Celestial. Are you going to be good for the rest of the day, or are you going to keep making me jealous?”
“I’ll be good,” she whimpers. “I’ll be your good girl, Zane. I won’t… won’t let him…”
I swipe my thumb over her clit, my touch light, teasing. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she instantly replies, and I reward her with another brush of my thumb, slowly bringing her closer. “I’m yours,” she tells me, her eyes filled with the same emotions I’m feeling. “Only yours.”
Fuck. I lean in and take those pretty lips of hers, and she kisses me hard, her tongue tangling with mine until she’s stolen away what’s left of my peppermint candy. I fucking love it when she does that, and she knows it.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper as I finally give her what she wants, my hips moving faster, harder. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that?”
She moans my name as she unravels for me. There’s nothing more beautiful than watching the way her eyes widen a little, the way she can’t seem to suppress her moans when I take her right to the edge — and then, like fucking magic, her pussy clenches around me. “Yes,” she moans, “oh god, yes.”
I drop my forehead to hers as she milks me for all I’m worth, my own moans swiftly becoming uncontrollable as I fill her up deep inside. Her lips find mine, and she kisses me as we both come down from our high.
“Ethereal,” I whisper. “That’s what you are, Celeste.”
She exhales shakily, her gaze filled with something I don’t dare to name for fear I’m wrong. Instead, I grin as I pull out of her and place my fingers against her dripping pussy, looking her in the eye as I push my cum back into her. “I hope you enjoy sitting back down next to him, your pussy filled to the brim,” I murmur as I gently put her back down, her feet unsteady. “I’ll enjoy watching you squirm in your seat.”
She throws me a chastising look as she straightens out her clothes before reaching for my trousers and doing them back up for me. “I’ll definitely enjoy it,” she tells me, her gaze turning provocative. “Because the entire time I’m going to imagine what you’ll do to me tonight. Each time you glance over, just know that I’m imagining the way you’ll fuck my face tonight, Zane.”
This fucking woman. She grins and walks out of the utility closet, leaving me staring at the door for a few moments, before I snap out of it and follow her back to our seats.
“Just in time,” Clifton says. “The next session is starting in two minutes.” His eyes roam over her face, almost like he’s searching for something, like he can tell something is different about her.
I smile as I squeeze past them and sit down next to Celeste, the seat on my left now blissfully empty.
“Oh, good. Perfect timing,” Celeste replies, before crunching down on my peppermint candy, the sound loud. Clifton raises a brow, and something flickers in his gaze — something that looks a lot like defeat.
His eyes move to the candy tin he’s still holding, and I grin as I swipe my thumb over my lip before pulling it back to look at the traces of light pink lipstick on my finger. His shoulders sink, and I lean back in my seat, unable to wipe the smirk off my face.
