Love At First Touch (Love Comes First 4)

I yank down her dress and turn around with a snarl.

“Come on,” she says as she grabs me and starts running back to the door.

“Hey!” a deep voice calls out. “You’re not allowed in here!”

I follow her to the exit and we run into the hallway as the security guard starts chasing us.

She’s laughing and running through one door after another, and I’m following her, running awkwardly with a huge rod in my pants.

“Oh no!” she says when we run into the changing room of the fashion show. There are half-dressed bodies everywhere chaotically trying to get ready in time.

The security guard is close behind us so I duck my head and follow Victoria wherever she goes. She passes through a curtain and I gasp when I see where she’s taken us.

The orgasm must have been still flowing through her head, preventing her from thinking straight. The taste of her pussy on my tongue was doing the same to me.

And now we’re on the entrance of the runway with a few thousand people staring at us.

Victoria has a flush on her cheeks like she just got fucked and I have a huge hard-on jutting against my pants.

Cameras begin flashing, blinding us, and all we can do is start walking.

Chapter Six

Victoria

I’m in full panic mode but trying to stay calm with an awkward smile plastered on my face as I walk down the runway.

My eyesight is fuzzy, but I think I see my brother’s shocked face staring at me from the front row. I just ignore him and keep looking in front of me as I put one foot in front of the other, pretending like I’m supposed to be there.

I can feel Westin behind me and really want to turn to see him awkwardly strutting down the runway with the outline of his massive erection in plain view, but I don’t dare.

Be cool, I tell myself as I get to the end of the runway. I do a weird sort of spin and then strut back, following the model in front of me. God, there must be two thousand people watching me right now. I wonder if they can tell that I just had my mind blown by Westin’s hot and highly skilled tongue. I can still feel the wetness pooling down there.

I shoot a glance at Westin as I pass him and he’s got a traumatized look on his face under that stiff smile. I can’t resist watching his spin.

He puts his hand on his hip and does a move that looks like a three-year-old imitating Beyonce on the TV. I snort out a laugh.

We strut the rest of the way back and this time I can clearly see Gabriel storming out of his seat and heading backstage.

Uh oh.

He looks pissed.

I dip behind the curtain and the security guard is standing there, waiting for me. He grabs my arms and I’m terrified to think about what’s going to happen when Westin sees his hands on me like this.

I can already tell he has a fiercely protective side and this is not going to end well. He’s already obsessed with me and more than a bit possessive. Is it bad that I like it so much?

Luckily, Gabriel arrives before Westin.

“Let her go,” he barks. “She’s with me.”

The security guard reluctantly lets her go and Westin arrives a second later.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Gabriel hisses at us.

“We’re having a date,” I say as I grab Westin’s hand. “A good one. So if you don’t mind, we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

I pull him away and start running toward the exit. We flee through the main room and into the parking lot to catch up with our limo.

“Where are we going?” Westin asks, watching me in disbelief.

“We’re going back to your place, Mr. Forward,” I tell him with a lick of my lips. “To do all those things you promised.”

A hungry groan escapes his lips as I grab his tie and pull him into the limo.

Chapter Seven

Westin

I can barely keep my hands off this girl as we hurry to my private elevator that heads to one floor only—my penthouse suite.

“Goodnight, Mr. Cline,” the doorman says as I walk by with my arm around Victoria’s shoulders. He wisely keeps his eyes off my girl, giving her a polite nod before quickly turning away. Good man. I’ll have to remember that when I’m handing out Christmas bonuses.

“Is there a camera in that elevator?”

He shakes his head. “Not in your private elevator,” he answers politely.

I give him a nod of appreciation and head over with my girl. She’s grinning at me as I swipe my card on the keypad.

“Why no camera?” she asks as she leans against the wall, looking drunk with lust and excitement. “What do you have planned in there?”

“It’s a long way to the top,” I say, holding back a moan as I look at her mouth. “I have lots of fun stuff planned.”