And that was an understatement. The soft vanilla floor-length gown was a sumptuous complement to her olive skin tone, and her chocolate-brown eyes made me melt a little inside. I hurried to unclasp the jewelry box in my shaking hands to reveal the glittering diamond necklace I’d procured from the family jeweler, holding my breath as Lauren gasped with wonder.
“Are you kidding me? Are those real?”
“Very. So please don’t lose it,” I teased as I carefully lifted the necklace to place around her neck and clasped it into place. Her hand fluttered to the brilliant stones, and I saw her fingers tremble slightly. I grazed the tender column of her neck, murmuring, “That necklace could fund a small country, but it looks perfectly at home on you.”
Lauren graced me with a shy smile that sent bolts of arousal straight to my cock, and I had to rein in my desire to mess up her hair and makeup by bending her over the kitchen table before we left. “I don’t know what to say...this is too much but I’m so flattered. Thank you, Nico.”
I swallowed the lump of pride in my throat. If anyone should be flattered, it was me. I was going to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the room with Lauren on my arm. Speaking of, I gallantly extended my arm for her gloved hand to grasp. “Shall we?”
“We shall.” She smiled, her brown eyes sparkling.
Tonight I’d called for a limousine rather than the town car because I wanted Lauren to feel like Cinderella and that I was her prince, but I also wanted more privacy than the town car could provide.
Her smile deepened as she saw the awaiting stretch. Jepperson opened the door with a deep bow and an appreciative “Very beautiful,” and helped Lauren into the car. I stuffed a hundred-dollar bill into his hand with a grin and he winked. “Y’all have a good time. I won’t wait up.”
As the door closed behind me, I leaned back to admire the beauty next to me. How could I have ever missed that delicate bone structure, that stubbornly beautiful intellect shining in her eyes? I must’ve been blind to believe Lauren plain in any way.
Lauren marveled quietly at the luxury, running her fingers lightly down the soft, black leather, smiling with excitement. “I’ve never ridden in a limo before.”
“And? What do you think?”
“It doesn’t suck.”
I laughed at her dry humor. Then I said, “I have a surprise for you.”
Her eyes widened. “A surprise? Oh, Nico, you’ve already done way too much...”
I chuckled but this surprise was also a selfish one. “These dinners are notoriously dull, but I think I’ve found a way to liven things up.”
She frowned, curious as I fished my surprise from my interior jacket pocket. Lauren inhaled sharply, her hand flying to her mouth in shock as she said, “Is that...a...oh my God, what is that?”
I held in my hand a small, egg-shaped vibrator and the accompanying remote.
“And just what do you plan to do with that?” she asked, amused.
“I plan,” I said, leaning forward to brush my lips across her mouth, “to ever so lovingly place this sweet little torture device inside that delicious pussy of yours so that when I feel things are becoming dull, I’ll give it a discreet little flick. The fun part will be watching you squirm knowing there’s nothing you can do to stop the pleasure.”
“You’re the devil,” she said, but her mouth curved in a delighted smile. I kissed her harder until she was panting and squirming, the heat between us building quickly. My hand found itself up her gown to discover her without panties. She blushed but her brow rose in challenge. A challenge I readily accepted and that made my cock hard. I used her slick wetness to ease the egg past her soft folds and deep inside. I withdrew and slowly licked her wetness from my fingers. She shuddered in response, her gaze as liquid as her slit.
“Shall we test this sucker out?” I asked, grinning though my cock was already threatening to burst through my pants. She nodded and I flicked the remote, giving her a nice zing. She gasped and gripped the armrest, her cheeks flushing prettily. “Very nice,” I said with approval. “At least we know it works.”
Lauren laughed, the sound like music to me, and I couldn’t help but kiss her again. At this rate, I’d never make it through dinner without needing to fuck her senseless, but I’d give it a good college try.
She shocked me by saying in a throaty tone, “Let me suck your cock,” and I couldn’t get my pants down fast enough. My cock sprang free and she was on it within a heartbeat. I closed my eyes with pleasure as her hot mouth worked my cock and her hands cupped my balls, squeezing gently. I groaned, loving the feel of Lauren’s mouth on me, losing myself to the bliss of a killer blowjob. I didn’t want to make a mess on her beautiful dress, but when I tried to make her stop before I blew, she just giggled and kept going.
How could I not come so hard with a woman who clearly loved sucking cock like Lauren did?
Yeah, exactly.
With a guttural grunt, I found my release. Lauren swallowed every drop until I was left gasping for air and nearly springing from my seat from a single teasing swipe of her tongue across the ultrasensitive pulsing head of my cock.
“I think you might be the devilish one,” I said when I could speak again. To that she just laughed, and I gave the remote a flick, sending a pleasurable bolt straight to her tingly bits.
“That’s one powerful little egg,” she said with a breathy moan that would’ve made me instantly hard if I hadn’t just blown a wad. “Oh, God...that feels good.”
Sadly, we’d arrived at our destination and it was time to be adults. I laughed and pocketed the remote in my interior pocket, patting it with a wink. “Just in case things get dull,” I promised, but she and I both knew it was going to be a challenge for me to keep my hands off the remote for the entire night because I loved watching her cheeks flush with pleasure.
And the fact that only she and I knew what was happening was an incredible turn-on.
Not that I needed anything else to turn me on when it came to Lauren. Jesus, at this point, I think watching her brush her teeth would probably cause my dick to harden.
The driver opened our door, and once I climbed out, I helped Lauren, her hand slipping into mine as if it were always meant to be there.
Pride warmed my insides as I caught enviable glances from the other guests, everyone’s tongues wagging at the mysterious stranger on my arm.
But to be honest, it wouldn’t have mattered if only Lauren and I were attending this function and there were no other people to admire what a beauty I’d snagged—I didn’t care what anyone else thought.
“With Fort Knox on my chest, you might need to hire more security,” Lauren murmured, glancing with obvious nervousness around her.
“You’re safe with me,” I assured her and she relaxed.
We entered the ballroom filled wall-to-wall with people in designer dresses and tuxedos, and I felt Lauren’s nervousness through the thin sheath of her dress. “People are bound to stare. Keep your head high. You’re the most beautiful woman in the room.”
“How can you say that?” she whispered. “I think I just saw Gwyneth Paltrow in the corner!”
I shrugged. “She pales in comparison to you, and I’m not just saying that. I mean it, Lauren. You are exquisite—and not just because that dress clings to your every curve. It’s because you’re something these women could never hope to be.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?” she asked, dubious.
“Genuine.”
A smile broke through her nerves. “You’re really charming when you put your mind to it,” she said, drawing a little bit closer to me. “You ought to write a book on how to charm the pants off women. I’m sure it would be a bestseller.”
I chuckled but there was only one w
oman I wanted naked at the moment, and she was gracing my arm.
I took two flutes of champagne from a passing attendant and handed one to Lauren with a small toast. “To an evening filled with surprises...” Lauren smiled and we clinked glasses softly before sipping and surveying the room. I spied plenty of people I wanted to avoid for various reasons, but mostly I wanted to find an empty room, lift Lauren’s skirt around her hips and remind her why we were so good together.
But if I couldn’t do that...I supposed I ought to go and network for the sake of Donato Inc. After all, sailboats didn’t pay for themselves, and this was how I earned my play money.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lauren
I WAS A fairy princess and Nico was my dirty prince.
We floated across the dance floor, laughing and smiling as if we were the only two people in the world until Nico flicked the tiny remote and I nearly stumbled into his arms, clinging to him as my body shuddered with pleasure. I clung to Nico, inhaling sharply as I tried not to moan, and he simply chuckled with wicked delight as I struggled to maintain my composure.
He released the trigger and I nipped at his neck before allowing him to release me. Nico rewarded me with a feral growl that I felt down to my toes.
It was intensely erotic, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
We suffered the obligatory small talk when Nico’s presence was required, and after we’d circulated the room enough times, we slipped out of the ballroom and down a quiet hallway, surreptitiously trying doors for one that wasn’t locked.
Nico found one and we slipped inside, quietly locking the door behind us.
The room, an office with ornate furnishings inlaid with gilt filigree, was entirely too gaudy for my tastes but I hardly cared about our surroundings. There was one reason and one reason only to be locked in a room with Nico in the dark while the rest of the party prattled on about nonsense.