“Fuck,” I say on a groan, running my thumb over the tip of my dick, smearing the precum all over.
Would she be able to handle my dick deep down her throat? Would she choke?
These thoughts have my body soaring to an ultimate high, and I try not to blow my load too quickly, wanting to enjoy each and every second of this. This is only a job. Only a mission.
I don’t let the thoughts sour my mood, and once again I’m hard and jerking my dick to fruition. I’m back to my cocoon of the shower, where Sophia’s on her knees, sucking my cock, taking in all of me. She plays with my balls. She sucks and sucks.
I stroke harder.
Faster.
Fuck.
I mutter a string of curse words as my body builds and builds. “Fuck me, Sophia,” I whisper into the steam.
I picture her bent over, my cock slamming into her from behind. She takes all of me, moaning out my name like she did the other night.
I’m transported to the club, her getting off. The sounds she made.
My dick is harder than life, and I feel my orgasm coming on strong. There’s no stopping it and I rub my hand over my cock faster. Harder.
And then, I’m coming, panting as I curse through my release. Fuck, I need this girl.
When I’ve calmed down, I finish my shower. Once I step out, I dry off and get ready. My tuxedo fits like a glove, and as I connect each cufflink, I picture Sophia and I tonight, acting like a real couple.
I head into the living room of my condo once I’m completely ready, waiting for Sophia.
I place a text to Leo, asking if everything is ok. He messages back they’re a few minutes away and Sophia is already ready for the gala.
I pace my living room, waiting until I hear the knock on my door. When I open the door, the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life stands at the doorway in a long pink gown with golden sparkles highlighting her breasts. Her demure pink lips and pink-tipped nails have me grinding my teeth, trying desperately to gain control.
Control.
I need control.
Last night I almost ripped my pants off and fucked her. I can’t let my thoughts travel down that road again.
“Is everything ok?” she asks when I haven’t uttered a word.
“Just trying to pick my jaw up off the floor.”
Her cheeks blush the same shade of pink as her dress. “Are you ready?”
I grab my things off the table by the front door and step out into the hallway with her. “The question is, are you ready to charm the pants off of Humphrey Hollingsworth?”
She winks. “Absolutely, boss.”
We travel downtown in the back seat of my Range Rover, driven by Leo, and when we arrive the spotlights nearly light up the night sky. Sophia gawks at the mammoth building as we climb the stairs leading to the entrance.
“Now this is really ritzy.”
“Remember, get that man eating out of the palm of your hand.”
Sophia raises a brow. “You make sure you have the other guy eating out of yours, too.”
“Sure thing, wildcat.”
We head inside and blend with the ostentatious people trying to get closer to Humphrey. Women wearing their finest gowns and men in tuxedos eat butler-passed hors d'oeuvres while an orchestra serenades them with classical music.
“I think we should hang together for a bit, get a drink, mingle, then we can break off.”
Sophia agrees, and we glide through the guests in attendance to the bar.
As I order her drink, she stops me by placing a hand on mine. “Actually, I’m in the mood for a little bubbly tonight.”
I smile at the bartender. “You heard the beautiful lady; she’ll have a glass of champagne and I’ll have a bourbon neat.”
He heads off to make our drinks and we scan the room, looking for our targets. I nod toward Humphrey when I spot him across the room. Sophia takes her glass of champagne from the outstretched hand of the bartender and lifts the glass to her lips.
I watch the movement a little too closely, and almost forget where I’m at when someone slaps me on the shoulder.
“Dean Maddox, you son-of-a-bitch. What are you doing here tonight?” My best friend, Xavier fucking Stone, smiles at me. His wife, Rhiannon, looks at me and Sophia with her eyes full of curiosity.
“Dude, what the hell?” Last I knew, the two of them lived in a castle in the hills of Ireland.
I laugh, giving him a hug, and then I hug Rhiannon as well.
I’m so shocked at seeing Xavier here, I almost forget my manners.
“Xavier and Rhiannon, this is Sophia. She’s my uhh…”
Xavier shakes Sophia’s hand. “Oh, would you look at this.” He lifts her left hand, staring at the rings on her finger. “Playing around with another man’s wife? A tiger never changes its…”