Wyatt, however, intended to put his in the case. Just as soon as he earned one.
For a moment, he stood beside Kelsey, taking it in as if for the first time. And he felt a swell of pride--and that familiar tug of insecurity. Because what if he never had a trophy for that case?
Beside him, Kelsey squeezed his hand. "You're going to be there, too, someday," she said, and the words cut straight to his heart. Not because she'd propped up his ego, but because she understood what he wanted.
When he didn't respond, she tilted her head a little to look at him, and that was when he realized he couldn't wait another second. He pulled her close, then slid his hand under that flimsy skirt as his mouth captured hers.
She tasted so damn good, and he had to have her. Hard and fast if they couldn't have slow and easy.
"Turn around," he ordered, and when she did, he cupped her breasts so that her rear nestled close against him.
He slid his hand down and found her pussy, as hot and wet as he'd imagined in the car. He stroked her, touching her like she'd asked, and growing harder and harder with each moan, with each millimeter she spread her legs. And when she begged him to "Please, please fuck me," he just about lost it, because that was not a Kelsey Draper kind of word, but it was damn sure a Kelsey kind of sentiment.
"Here," he ordered, pulling her over behind the desk where there was a section of wall with nothing on it. He'd considered the desk, but it was his grandmother's, and that just wasn't going to work for him.
Besides, he liked the idea of her legs wrapped around him, her back against the wall, and his cock deep inside her. Liked it so much that he unfastened his slacks and lowered his fly, then pulled out his cock. Her eyes met his, and she nodded just a little, her teeth grazing her lower lip.
He picked her up, ordering her to hook her legs around his waist, and when she did, he slipped his hand between them, sliding two fingers inside her pussy first just to make sure she was ready, and then gently maneuvering her until his cock was right at her slit and one quick thrust would pin her to the wall as he buried himself in her.
He did just that, his free hand covering her mouth as she cried out. Then she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck as he claimed her, this woman who had always been his in mind, but was now his in body, too.
Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, until he felt her body start to shake with a coming orgasm. He slipped his hand between them and teased her clit, pushing her that final bit over the edge. Her pussy milked him, her muscles clenching and unclenching with such intensity that he came with unexpected speed, emptying his load inside her, and then stumbling back, Kelsey still in his arms, as they laid on the ground and recovered.
Maybe a minute passed, maybe an hour. But they finally managed to get up, get their clothes straightened, and slink out the door.
And the moment they did, they bumped into his grandmother.
27
I can't believe I've been caught having party sex by one of Hollywood's greatest legends. Me of all people.
Not that she technically caught us, but considering the smile tugging at her mouth and the twinkle dancing in those famous blue eyes, I'm pretty sure she knows.
Her smile widens, flashing brilliantly white teeth. She's eighty-five years old, and she still looks amazing, the classic bone structure of her face coupled with the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth making her look like a goddess of wisdom.
"You must be the young woman Wyatt's dating," she says in that wonderfully famous throaty voice. "Kelsey, isn't it?"
I'm already holding tight to Wyatt's hand, but now I squeeze it tighter in an effort not to hyperventilate. Anika Segel is talking to me.
I draw a breath and pretend like I'm calm. "Yeah. That's me. It's so wonderful to meet you. I've been a fan forever. The Girl in the Moon is one of my all time favorite films. You gave such an amazing performance it's hard to believe it was your first role." The words spill out on top of each other, and I'm certain I must sound like a starstruck fan. Especially since that's exactly what I am.
"Well, aren't you sweet. And I understand you're something of a performer yourself. A dancer, isn't it? Wyatt's said some lovely things about you. He's said you're quite talented, but then again he would, wouldn't he?"
"Grandmother . . ." he says with a warning tone.
"I'm just saying the only real judge is Kelsey herself. Assuming she's not one of those ninnies who refuses to be self-critical. The things you see on television these days . . ."
She waves her hand as if wiping away the lingering words, then peers at me. "So, my dear. Are you any good?"
"I--well, yeah." I draw a deep breath, awed that she's standing here chatting with me. "I am."
"I believe you." She steps back and looks me up and down. "You certainly have the look of a dancer. I've known many, you know. Gene and I spent a great deal of time together. At any rate," she continues, looking at me seriously, "you must speak to Lorele
i. The project she's working on has several dance numbers."
My stomach tightens at the thought. "Oh, I don't know . . ."
"Nonsense. You must. You're far too pretty and Wyatt says you're far too talented not to be a success."