Page 8 of Opening It Up (Humbled Superstars #2)

Lily-Mae

“ W here are we going?” I asked breathlessly.

There was something undeniably sexy in how Leopold piloted this helicopter into the air, my initial white-knuckled fear soon gone in my excitement over how high we flew over Santa Rosa and the bay beyond.

“I thought you might like a bite of sushi. . . up in the stars,” he said through our matching headsets.

“Up in the stars?” I wondered, but he only grinned that gleaming smile at me.

“You’ll see.”

It was an unfamiliar, and naughty sensation, to feel a prickle of heat between us as Leopold carefully brought us down onto a heli-pad on top of a skyscraper.

He hopped out and came around to my side, taking my hand and helping me carefully out.

Once again, the feeling of our hands connecting, even for a few seconds, was electric, and I shivered in the cool September night air.

Leopold led me toward the shiny building, his hands just skimming my waist, then he raised his arm high.

“If you’re brave enough,” he said. “It’s up top.”

I looked past all the attendants in tuxedos to see a series of handholds up the shiny building, barely visible in the night sky.

We were supposed to climb the building?

I had never done anything like that with Harley.

“I’m game,” I said.

“I knew you would be,” Leopold replied, and I smelled his expensive, sexy cologne as he pulled me closer. “Good girl.”

Something squirmed deep inside me as I returned the big man’s smile.

“Hop on.”

I clung on tight to his back as he rappelled up the side of the building. Leopold’s body felt wickedly muscled and hard under my thighs as he climbed the cold steel.

It was thrilling the way the wind whipped my hair around, the way Leopold climbed so nimbly despite his big body, seeing the handholds that were almost invisible to me. It all combined to make me feel almost dizzy with excitement by the time we arrived at the top and the restaurant.

Damn, I could see why you had to have a net worth greater than some countries to get in here. It was a tiny, intimate space with a phenomenal view of the city.

Were those real diamonds just casually dripping from the ceiling and literally embedded into the table?

And was that a famous Hollywood star I saw tucked into the back right next to a gorgeous state senator?

But my date wasn’t looking at any of them.

“Now this is purely physical,” I said after we ordered.

He pulled his chair closer, so I could feel the sleek hard line of his thigh against mine.

“Of course. To be honest, I’ll take whatever I can get from you, Lily-Mae. Whatever you are able to give me. Ever since the first time I saw you I thought you were a remarkably beautiful and mesmerizing woman.”

Me? I thought, but didn’t say it out loud.

“I walked by your morning yoga class every day, but I never joined.”

“Why?” I asked, thinking he’d say some billionaire thing like his schedule was too busy

But Leopold lifted his eyes to mine. They were a silvery-gray, making him look a bit feral and mysterious, like a massive growly bear.

“I wasn’t sure if I could control myself.”

I felt my heart start to beat faster.

“The movements in that class are very accessible,” I said, because I didn’t know what else to say, could hardly believe that this powerful man wanted me that badly.

“All your. . . movements make me want to do. . .sinful things to you.”

Leopold’s sleeves were rolled up, and he rested powerful forearms on the table.

My skin tingled, my thigh burning up where it met his.

It was almost like I could be a completely different person.

Just for a few hours.

I didn’t have to be dutiful wife, mother, and daughter.

“What kind of sinful things?” I asked.

He leaned over to my ear, enveloping me with that delicious cologne. My eyes were glued to the way the tight-fitting suit jacket stretched across his powerful shoulders.

“I want to see what you look like after I’ve made you come, I want to taste you on my lips, I want to feel you soaking into my beard. For so long you’ve been forbidden fruit, Mrs. Donaghy, and I crave your pleasure more than anything else.”

My nipples felt tight and taut, swelling against the bodice of my dress.

It was just sheer carnal lust, and I turned to grasp his arm, feeling the thick bands of muscle underneath.

“ Show me .”

Leopold looked at me for one glittering silvery second, then he drew me from the table and down a dark hallway.

There was a bathroom attendant, and with one powerful motion my date pulled off his fancy watch and dropped it into the attendant’s palm.

“Scram,” was all Leopold said, and the attendant looked so stunned by the watch that he scurried away immediately as Leopold kicked open the door to the bathroom and jammed a chair behind us.

His lips were surprisingly tender on me, even though the hands that held me were deliciously hard and lusty.

I had never allowed myself to just. . . fall. Without any worry or regard except my own pleasure.

And Leopold delivered, drawing down my top as I panted with desire, tipping me back so he could take my heavy breasts in his hands, thumbing my nipples until I felt my panties soaked with arousal.

Then he fell to his knees with a growl and flung the skirt up so he could bury his face underneath it. He tore at the wet fabric of my panties with his teeth, attacking my clit with intoxicating suction, then licking up the length of my slit until my thighs were shaking uncontrollably.

My phone was still clutched in my hand and it suddenly vibrated.

I blinked as I looked down at the messages.

Are you ok?

Need me to come get you?

You at sushi? Finding anything good?

Apparently his lying bastard ass had checked out my location since of course we shared it.

Good.

Let him see that I was off enjoying myself.

I clicked on the message, to make sure it stayed on Read, and then tossed my phone onto the counter.

“I’ve got you,” Leopold rumbled against my clit. “ Let go .”

And I released with a low cry, feeling such a pleasurable gush of arousal that I didn’t even care that maybe it wasn’t dignified to be standing here in the bathroom with my skirt around my waist and my fingers tightened in Leopold Beauchamp’s thick gray hair.

He groaned underneath me and I looked down in surprise to see how wet his beard was as he licked his lips lasciviously.

“Delicious, baby girl. Now give me another one.”

And my head fell back in bliss as he licked and sucked up every drop of my arousal.

He didn’t stop until I was lust-drunk and on the brink of my third, bringing out a condom.

“Fuck, I need you so badly.”

I bit back my gasp of shock at the size of him, and the massive, hot air balloon-sized condom he stretched all the way down from tip to base, but I was wet and open and ready, turning around to grip the back of the chair and stretching on my tiptoes so he could slowly press that massive dick inside me.

For a moment I felt a pang of panic that he wouldn’t fit, and but then he began to hit that rough spot just perfectly as he filled me and my orgasm hit again as I squeezed around his cock.

Multiple orgasms and one delicious sushi dinner later, I felt deliciously stretched out and sleepy when Leopold dropped me back off at the house.

“See you soon, beautiful,” he grinned as he kissed the top of my head. “Best pussy I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

I thought Harley would be asleep, but I had barely kicked off my heels, my fingers trying to unsnarl the tangled mess of my hair, when my husband came bursting down the stairs in his pin-striped pajamas.

“Where have you been? It’s 2 in the morning!”

“Is it?” I yawned. “I guess the time got away from me!”

He looked at me with unmitigated horror.

“What’s happened to your hair? Where’s your lipstick gone?”

I touched my lips. They felt bee-stung and swollen with Leopold’s kisses.

“Oh, guess my lipstick got rubbed off.”

The look of horror on his face was positively comical.

“Lily-Mae, you didn’t—you didn’t --?”

“I sure did,” I yawned. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m very tired and going to bed.”

I brushed by my husband and headed up the stairs, leaving the normally very eloquent Harley to sputter angrily behind me.