Page 12 of The Publicist
“Quinn, would you be willing to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” His words send a shiver down my spine.
Without looking away from Caleb, I respond, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Thank you though.”
“Why not? Afraid of what Caleb will think?” He’s trying to push my buttons, and I have had one too many drinks.
“No, I just don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m working closely with Caleb for the next little while, and I don’t need the distraction.”
He pulls out a pen and scribbles his number on the back of the business card I just handed him. “In case you change your mind, you can always reach me. That’s my personal cell, so don’t give it out, okay?”
I turn my head to look at him, ready to give him a verbal beating, when the audience claps. The speech must be over.He’s lucky the speech ended because he wouldn’t like what I have to say.
Caleb returns to his seat, and I do the only thing I can think of to warn Tait off. I place my hand gently on Caleb’s cheek and kiss him on the lips. It’s short, no tongue, but the sparks that fly are unbelievable. His lips feel softer than they were when he stole the kiss earlier in the day, and his breath tastes like the whiskey he has been drinking. I pull back and open my eyes. His are still closed, and he takes a deep breath. I turn my head in time to see Tait excuse himself and head toward the exit.
He half-opens his eyes and says, “Damn, babe, if I would have known the kiss was going to be like that, I wouldn’t have stolen my one earlier today.” He leans in so only I can hear. “Please don’t make me use my hand tonight. I’m not going to be able to get you out of my mind, and you need me well rested for everything you have planned for me tomorrow.” My eyes drop, and I see him straining in his pants again.This man has to have blue balls from all the hard-ons he has!
“It’s a good thing I have nothing planned for you tomorrow then.” I’m playing a dangerous game with the kiss, and I know it, but I can’t let Tait think he can get me. I’m not sure what his motive is, but I know I trust Caleb a hell of a lot more than I trust Tait. Caleb may be a party boy, but Tait is a playboy. I want to stay as far away from that as possible.
“Can we go now?” he asks, adjusting himself in his seat.
I pull out my phone and review the events for the evening. It doesn’t seem as if he is needed for anything else, so I nod. “We should be done. We can go.”
He stands and extends his hand to me, and I slip mine into it, letting him help me stand.I will not sleep with him. I will not sleep with him.It’s my mantra of the night; I just hope I can convince myself to listen.
Chapter 12
We walk outinto the cool air to find the car is waiting for us. I usher her into the back and slide in next to her. “Mind telling me what that was for?”
“Tait was hitting on me, and I needed a scapegoat to make him stop.” She turns her head to look out the window, avoiding my gaze.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” My anger rears its ugly head, and I want to punch something. I clench my hands into fists and press them into the dark leather seats.
“Why?” she asks. It’s a simple, fair question, and I’m having a hard time coming up with an answer that will appease her. She turns and watches me intently, waiting for my reply.
“I feel very protective of you. Remember earlier tonight when I told you that you challenge me and I like that?”
She nods. “Yes, I also remember you telling me I’m like your ex.” Crossing her arms over her lap, she waits for my rebuttal.
I wave her comment away. “Forget I said that, will you? I’ve known you less than twenty-four hours now. I’ve already had to take a shower while thinking of you, and you still haven’t left my mind. I want to see what your body can handle while I play with you. I want to know what you sound like when you moan, what your body looks like when I touch the spots that drive you crazy, and I want you to be mine! I don’t want anyone else looking at you, and I don’t want anyone else touching you.”Why the fuck did I tell her all of that?
I think she’s going to leap from the car, the admission being too much to handle, but she surprises me and tosses her leg over mine, straddling my lap, her emerald dress hitched up around her full hips. I pull her body to mine and crash my lips to hers. A quiet whimper leaves her throat, and I growl, the noise sending blood rushing to my cock. “Open,” I say against her red lips, and she does—no hesitation.
I slip my tongue into her mouth and taste the chocolate and champagne on her breath. She’s intoxicating and she’s mine. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, holding her in place as I deepen the kiss. She rocks her hips back and forth on my lap, and I just want to slip inside her so bad it hurts. Her breath is coming out in small pants, and she’s grinding down harder. We are in our own little bubble. I don’t realize the car has stopped until the driver is knocking on the outside window.
I break the kiss and wipe some stray lipstick off her chin. We look at each other for a moment before she climbs off me and fixes her dress. I open the door and blush as the driver refuses to make eye contact with either of us. She thanks him and wishes him a good night. I take her hand, and we walk up the steps into the hotel. I refuse to let go of her hand as we wait for the elevator and, when it arrives, I’m thankful we are the only ones that step on. The air is charged with sexual desire, and I pin her to the back wall as soon as the door shuts.
When I dip my head and kiss her neck, she angles her head to the side, allowing me more space.She wants this as badly as I do. I kiss and nip along her pulse point, feeling it beating like crazy under my touch. She runs her fingers through my hair and tugs enough I feel a small sting; just the way I like it, a bit of pain with the pleasure. She rocks her hips forward into mine, and I press back, effectively pinning her against the wall. I tug her arms up and pin them above her head. She struggles in my grasp, but I can tell she likes me having the control. Her chest is heaving, and she licks her lips, her eyes glazed over with lust. I rock my hips into hers again, just to remind her what she’s doing to me, and a tiny whimper leaves her lips.
The elevator glides to a gentle stop, and the doors slide open with a small ding. I grip her hand, pulling her out of the elevator, and we walk down the hall to our rooms. I want her so bad. I want to know what it feels like have her ride me and watch her breasts bounce. I want to slam my cock so deep in her that she screams my name. I want her to forget everyone else that has come before me.
“Come to my room tonight. Let me make you feel good. I promise you won’t regret it.”
She seems to sober up in an instant and drops my hand. “You can’t handle me, Caleb, and I can’t risk my career for afuck,no matter how good it would be.” She winks and smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Quinn, I’m begging you. Please. I’m not going to be able to sleep knowing you’re on the other side of that wall and I can’t have you.”
“You don’t seem like you’re one to beg, Caleb. I quite like it. Would you let me take control? Would you let me do what I want and get off the way I want to?” She places her hand on my chest, and my heart is beating wildly; I’m sure she can feel it.
“No. You don’t get to decide how I’m going to fuck you. I’ll make you come over and over with my fingers, with my mouth, and with my cock. You’ll be begging me to stop by the time morning hits. Then, I’ll take you one more time so you remember how I feel between your legs.”