By Valerie Twombly
Stirling tried not to stare, but it was damn hard. Speaking of…so was his cock, and it was pressing painfully into the zipper of his slacks. This was one time going commando had been a bad idea. The fabric of the dress wrapped around her breasts as if they’d been dipped in amethyst, and there was no missing the fact she was bra-less. Her nipples pointed at him and begged to be tasted. It was all he could do to keep his tongue from rolling out of his mouth. Fortunately, he was quick to remember his manners and offered his arm.
“Thank you. You certainly look dashing tonight.” She wrapped her fingers around his bicep, and he stifled a moan. The woman’s touch was like fire, and it burned straight through his jacket. It was going to be a long evening.
“I must admit,” he answered as he escorted her down the sidewalk where Gus waited with the limo door open, “I hate formal attire. I’m much more at ease in jeans and a tee.”
Mary smiled. “I know exactly what you mean.” She released his arm and bent over to climb into the limo. He wasn’t so sure her ass could look any more delicious unless it was naked and bent over in front of him, while he pounded into her from behind.
His erection throbbed and reminded him to make a quick adjustment before he slid across the seat. He’d think about baseball but that would only encourage him to try and run all the bases with her. He’d have to come up with something else, or he’d be all over her before they left the curb. Pulling the bottle of champagne from its icy bucket, he wrapped a towel around it and poured two glasses. Once finished, he landed the bottle back in its place and offered her a glass. They had a thirty-minute ride so might as well take the edge off with a little bubbly.
He held up his glass. “To a successful evening.”
They clinked and she sipped. “Mmm, very good. So tell me, what kind of success are you hoping for this evening?”
He couldn’t help the grin that lifted his lips. “I’m hoping the fundraiser is successful. What did you think I meant?” His cock was hoping he’d succeed in other areas as well.
“Well, of course…the charity. I just didn’t know if there were…” She ran her fingers down her neck, stopping just above the swell of her breasts. “Perhaps there were other ventures you hoped to conquer.”
“Indeed. One of which is to kiss you.” If he read her signals correct, she wanted it as bad as he did.
“Really? Then what would be stopping you?” She licked her lips.
He took the glass from her hand and set them both on the table as he slid closer. In one bold move, he had her pinned to the corner. First, he kissed the corner of her mouth.
She parted her lips slightly.
Stirling was one thing if nothing else: a man who never passed up an opportunity. He slipped his tongue into the depths of her mouth. The taste of champagne and mint mingled with the scent of strawberries. The combination caused him to press further into her; her breasts against his chest had him cursing the fabric between them. She moaned and kissed him harder. He cupped her breast and brushed his thumb over her nipple. The bud hardened in response, and his heart beat faster.
“Mr. Drake. We are five minutes out, sir.” Gus cracked over the speaker.
Stirling broke free, both of them panting as they stared at each other. “Thank you, Gus. Looks like you’ve been saved by the bell,” he whispered.
She lifted a delicate brow. “Saved from what?”
He grinned. “From me hiking that dress over your hips and finding out what your other lips taste like.”