Loving The Enemy

I was extremely aware of him, of his nearness. His body seemed bigger, harder; his scent tickled my nose and went straight to that throbbing place between my legs. What the hell is going on? Why do I find it so sexy, his holding me by the nape like that? It’s almost as if he’s preventing me from getting away, from escaping him. Something that should make me tremendously nervous, but instead makes my panties ultra wet.

One of the producers approached us and I tensed up once again, not quite sure what his reaction would be this time if the man paid the slightest bit of attention to me. I wasn’t too stupid to know what his caveman antics was all about. The producer, someone I had met once or twice before in the past, hardly spared me a glance after saying hello. His complete attention was focused on Storm, who carried on a conversation as if I weren’t there.

I was beginning to bristle at this, when his thumb suddenly started making circles up and down the soft skin of my neck. I gasped at the sensation and covered it behind a cough, which both men ignored. I needed so badly to rub my legs together, to ease the ache that was growing there, but I was afraid that any movement on my part would give me away.

Once the producer, Tom was his name if I remember correctly, once he walked away, Storm snagged two glasses of champagne. It was the first time he looked at me since we arrived. The look didn’t last long, but there was no mistaking the dark gleam of unbridled lust in his eyes. I swallowed around that lump in my throat and downed the champagne like water. I needed to quench the sudden thirst burning its way up my throat.

I couldn’t hold his gaze for too long, too afraid of what he’d see. I need to get out of here, now, before I do something stupid. But with his hold on my neck there was no way I could escape I was sure. I almost excused myself to go to the bathroom and call Simone to come rescue me. I gave up the idea on second thought. The way she’d acted this evening I was sure she’d tell me to let things unfold as they would. Easy for her to say, she didn’t have the fear of being completely consumed by that raging hunger that I see in his eyes each time he looks at me.

JASON

I can’t believe I almost lost it with her. For doing something I’ve done every day of my adult life. I know the difference between interested flirting and that innocent thing men and women do all the time that had no meaning. But for some reason seeing someone else trying to get at her even though she didn’t reciprocate, left me livid.

I kept my hand on her damn neck for the first half hour or so once we arrived at the party. All who saw knew exactly what that meant even if she didn’t. Apart from taking her down and mounting her in the middle of the room, this more than anything else would tell the men present, that this woman was taken, no more sniffing around what’s mine.

My hand relaxed a little but I still kept it around her nape, keeping her aware of me at all times. No one stayed longer than two minutes in our presence because I gave them the ‘do not disturb’ glare. I was being an ass I knew, but couldn’t seem to help myself.

I knew better than anyone else in the room, just how vulnerable she was right now. I didn’t want one of these assholes taking advantage of her situation and trying to steal her away from me. You mean like you’re doing? I’m pretty sure I told you to shut the fuck up; and I’m not taking advantage of her dammit.

I relaxed only when I felt the need in her. She’s too green for much artifice and so couldn’t hide her response. Like the way her nipples pebbled beneath the silk of her dress, or the way her breathing escalated when I started tracing patterns on her soft skin with my thumb.

If I wasn’t afraid that she’d think I was treating her like nothing more than a paid escort, I would’ve dragged her home to my bed. I’ll just have to cool my heels for tonight, but soon, I’m going to have to work on breaking down her walls. There was no doubt that the beautiful little dove would soon find herself spread out beneath me, taking my cock… Shit. Better change my thoughts quick before everyone and their mother notices the growth spurt in my pants. Too many cameras and wagging tongues here tonight.

In the dark corner where I’d blocked her off from the rest of the room, I finally turned to look down at her. Her lips were still swollen from my earlier attentions, and the way she held them now, slightly open as little wisps of air escaped, seemed to be begging for more of my touch.