“His PR rep,” she adds in and extends her own hand. “I work for Hillcrest.”
“Nice to meet you, Erin.” He shakes her hand, then looks back at me. “Carter, it’s always fun.” We both watch him walk away.
“That guy is such an asshole,” I say, watching him walk away. “You said you wouldn’t leave my side.”
“I went to get water,” she tells me, holding up her crystal glass with a slice of lemon in it. “See.”
“Are you ready to go?” I ask her, and she looks at me shocked.
“What are you talking about? We just got here,” she points out, but I’m about done with all this stuffiness.
“I came,” I say. “I walked the red carpet.” I look around. “I did three interviews.” I put my hands in my pockets. “I said hello to the guy throwing the event, so he knows I was here. I bid on five items.” I look back at her. “Now I want to go home and see what my girl is wearing—or not wearing—under her dress.”
She smirks at me, coming closer. “I can answer that now.” With my eyes on hers, she leans in and whispers, “Nothing.” Whatever control I had is gone. I grab the glass of water she has in her hands and place it on the bar, thanking the bartender.
“Either you walk out with me . . .” I decide to give her an option. I, myself, am good with either one. “And fast, or I carry you over my shoulder.”
She doesn’t have to answer; she just nods. “Lead the way,” she says. We walk out of the event through the back door, and the car is waiting there just as I planned. I watch her ass when she gets in the car. I follow, and the guy closes the door behind me. I suddenly reach out and yank her into my lap
“Are you really wearing nothing under that dress?” I ask and thrust up as she turns in my lap. She grabs the dress, bringing it up to her knees so she can straddle me.
“There is nothing stopping you from being buried in me except this dress,” she says, smiling. “Well, that and your pants and boxers.” She leans in and kisses my lips, and it always feels like the first time. Every time I touch her, it feels like I’ve been touching her my whole life. We kiss all the way to the house. Her hips continue to rotate on my lap until the car comes to a stop. I look out the window and see that we have pulled up in front of my house.
When I hear the driver close his door, I pick her up and make sure she’s covered before he opens the door. I step out first and hold out my hand for her, and she grabs it. We thank the driver and walk down the steps to the front door. We get in the house, and she stands in front of me, moving her hair to the side.
“Can you unzip me?” she asks me, and I grab the zipper, and the sound of it going down echoes in the room. I lean in and kiss her neck. She steps out of the dress and stands before me completely naked. Except for the sky-high satin heels. Her hair sways side to side opposite to her hips. She walks up my stairs and finally looks at me. “Are you coming, or do I start coming without you?”
I don’t walk to her, I run to her, and by the time she reaches the top step, I am right behind her with my hands on her hips. I turn her around and back her into the wall, her hands on my chest as I bend and kiss her. Nothing about this kiss is soft—it’s want and it’s need. My hands go to her tits as she arches her back toward me. Her hands push my jacket from my shoulders, and it slips off my arms, landing on the floor. I grab her and walk her to my room, our hands frantic for each other. She rips a couple of buttons off the shirt with her impatience, and right before we get to the room, I push her against the wall and fall to my knees in front of her. I throw one leg over my shoulder and bury my face in her pussy. She’s already wet, and the minute my tongue licks her, she goes off. With one hand above her head and the other buried in my hair, she rides my face until she comes a second time. I drop her leg to the floor, and then I’m done.
Picking her up, I urge her to wrap her legs around me, and I walk her to the bed. I get on the bed with our lips never unlocking. Her hands roam down the front, and she unclips my belt and then the button. I let go of her and step off the bed. Kicking off my shoes, I slip out of my pants and finally my boxers. She gets on her elbows, watching me with her feet on the bed locked at the knee. I open the side drawer, taking out the box of condoms I put in there yesterday. This whole time we’ve been together, I made sure there were never condoms in the house to ensure I didn’t rush things. My own personal safety net, if you will. But now the gloves are off.