He sheathed himself seamlessly before moving over me and I loved feeling the heat of him again.
“You’re so incredibly sexy, Isabel.”
I swallowed at the name and wanted to cry.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, feeling stupid for getting emotional.
It’s just a fucking name. Get over it.
“Good. Now relax, that’s your final command.”
I giggled and felt myself unwind under his touch between my legs, closing my eyes when his fingers entered me. He moved them in and out of me, slowly, torturously, hitting my spot just enough to make me come undone any minute.
“No,” I moaned. “Scott. I need you. Now.”
“I’m in charge here,” he grunted in my ear.
“You’re a terrible boss,” I teased, my voice filled with need.
“Insulting me isn’t going to get you a promotion, young lady.”
“Women in the workforce are stronger than you give us credit for, Mr. Weston.” I pushed him onto his back and flipped myself on top of him. “We take what we want.”
His grin was wide as he took back control, wrapping a strong arm around my waist, he flipped us both and pressed me against the headboard, holding both my wrists over my head.
“I see you’re going to be a problem,” he said, his playful yet gruff tone exciting me.
“Teach me a lesson I’ll never forget,” I challenged.
“Just the opposite, baby, I plan to make you forget everything tonight.” Scott smiled, wrapping his fingers around my neck and pressing his lips to mine. Even though I knew it was coming, I gasped when he entered me, tightening all over. Excitement bloomed in me at this all-alpha behavior. I wanted more of it.
The intensity of his seduction, playful but powerful, overwhelmed me, making me wetter and desperate for him as he continued with slow movements. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping and pulling, throwing my head back. He groaned something against my neck before growing into full hard thrusts.
I’d never wanted any man the way I wanted Scott. The way he had me at this moment, the way our bodies connected—it was all that existed, and all that I wanted.
I writhed in pleasure and he slowed his movements, but his thrusts were strong and exactly where I needed him. I screamed through my orgasm, completely letting myself go. Scott let out a deep long groan and I watched his eyes roll back, smiling, knowing I was able bring out such an erotic expression from the sexiest man alive. He collapsed over me before rolling to his side and pulling me against him to kiss me deeply.
I was completely and utterly in love.
And one hundred percent screwed.
29
ELLE
“What arewe going to do about these fourteen additional guests?” Mimi paced my living room the following Thursday afternoon. With only ten days until the Winter Ballard, we didn’t have a moment to waste. Details needed to be finalized and our list still had too many unchecked boxes for my comfort. As usual, my coffee table was covered in plans, samples, checklists and chocolate bits.
Fitting in last minute RSVP’s was typically something I enjoyed. But now, it only frustrated me to no end. I picked up the eleven by seventeen chart and examined it. “Move those side tables with gift bags and banners to the back wall and add a round table of ten on either side over here.”
“But we only need—”
“Oh, there will be others,” I assured.
Mimi scribbled away on her staging notes. Her hands shook. “What’s our game plan for the floor? I know we got clearance from Starr to be on it when necessary…”
“I’ll be in and out of the floor. We’ll both do a pre-check, mic the vendor leads and hopefully, when the doors open, we’ll just watch the perfect evening play itself out.”
