‘You’d better believe it.’ He continued to finger her steadily while she thought long and hard about wearing no knickers at the exhibition, and what would come afterwards. It made her almost delirious with lustful shame. ‘I’m having my way with you tonight, Jen. I’m going to get you good and ready for it. I’m going to start by fucking you here and now, because I want you doing all that hostess with the mostest stuff downstairs with a well-fucked pussy. They won’t know, but they might guess. And I’ll know. And you’ll know.’
He was still speaking when Jenna found herself empty of fingers but suddenly full of something else. She moaned with pleasure at the unexpected fullness his penetration provided, pushing herself back on him instinctively.
‘I’ll think of this every time I look at you,’ he said, thrusting into her, forcing her weight forwards on to her braced arms. ‘When you catch my eye tonight, babe, you should know that I’m picturing you, bent over and taking it hard. And I’m thinking about how you’re going to get more of it tonight, but . . .’
She whimpered as his thumb delved between her bottom cheeks and pushed at her tight pucker.
‘There,’ he whispered.
She thought about what he said, thought about it feverishly, adding her hot thoughts to her hot body and all it was going through.
She wanted to suck it all into her and keep the whole of it inside, so she could have it again whenever she wanted. She would hold on to the feeling of him slamming into her, the way his thighs smacked into her and his cock ploughed deep, waking up every nerve ending along her passage as it went. His hands on her, exploring her, squeezing and examining and owning every inch of her skin. His low-spoken dirty words. The reality of her submission and her base need of him. The thought of her, without knickers, and everybody whispering behind their hands, knowing what had just been done to her – and, worse, knowing what was still to come.
And it was true; there would be talk. Undoubtedly there already was. That Jason was her lover was common knowledge on five continents. They knew where he’d been. They would probably all be picturing it when they shook hands and exchanged pleasantries over champagne.
This thought was the one to send her over the edge, spasming gratefully around Jason’s thick, still-thrusting cock.
‘That’s it, babe,’ he said with fierce triumph. ‘You need it. You get it. Lots and lots of it . . . Oh . . .’
He was finally lost for words, his voice breaking into sighs and grunts.
She held tight to the knowledge that he was filling her up, draining every scrap of wanton pleasure from it.
‘I love you,’ he said, language returning to him. ‘And I owe you.’
‘Not any more, after tonight,’ she said. ‘And everything I’ve done for you has been for love. You do kn
ow that, don’t you?’
Falling into a heap on the bed, Jenna’s dress shoved aside, they kissed in a tangle of wet and salty limbs.
‘Either that or you’ve totally lost your marbles,’ he said. ‘I like to believe the first one.’
‘That’s the true one,’ she said. ‘Oh God. The time. Hand me those tissues.’
With half an hour to go before the exhibition opened to the invited guests, Jenna and Jason were disturbed in their conversation with Tabitha by a loud bang on the door.
‘Tell them it’s too early,’ Jenna called to Kayley as she rushed across the hall to answer it. She turned back to Tabitha. ‘So you think this room is the more commercially attractive stuff and the other rooms are for specialists?’
‘Yes,’ Tabitha confirmed. ‘Of course, it’s all excellent, but we’ve used this drawing room for the pieces we think will create the biggest waves. I must say, if you don’t make a very substantial impact tonight, I’m putting my gallery on the market.’
‘The buzz is absolutely out of this world,’ agreed Jenna, shutting her eyes for a moment of professional rapture. ‘Have you seen all the speculation in the press and online?’
Jason, who had been looking every inch the well-heeled young sophisticate about town, suddenly dropped the mask and assumed a posture of teenage sulkiness.
‘Mum,’ he moaned as Kayley, apologetic-faced, ushered Linda Watson into the room. ‘I said to come later.’
‘What, and miss my own boy’s big moment? I’m your mother, Jase. It was me what gave birth to you. Do you think you can fob me off?’
‘Didn’t security stop you?’ asked Tabitha, amused.
‘They tried,’ said Linda grimly, and Jason rolled his eyes.
‘Kayley, take Ms Watson into the kitchen and get her a drink,’ suggested Jenna, mouthing, ‘Water!’ once Linda’s back was turned.
‘If she gets rat-arsed and shows me up . . .’ muttered Jason.
‘It’ll be fine,’ Jenna reassured. ‘Kayley’ll look after her. All you have to think about is accepting the compliments that will be rolling in all evening.’