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“Because
I saw them and knew I wanted you to wear them. Although they are beautiful,
you’re far more gorgeous.”

“Wow,
great pick-up line.” She smiled, and although he had been dead serious in
saying that, he also couldn’t help but feel this easiness with her.

How
fucking wild that all it took was this short time alone with her for him to
realize that all along he had been fighting his attraction to more than just
her body. He liked her personality, loved that she played hardball with him,
too, and he felt like she complemented him well. She was his opposite in every
way, the kind of person he tended to stay away from because they clashed with his
already overbearing personality. But Sorcha made him feel something more than
just the anger and annoyance of butting heads with another person. He didn’t
bother telling her it wasn’t a pick-up line, because it wouldn’t have mattered.
She probably wouldn’t have believed him. He stared at her face, wanting to kiss
her again.

“Sir,
the car is ready to take you to the party,” Theodore said from behind him.

“Thank
you. We’ll be down in a moment,”
Rian
said but kept
his focus on Sorcha.

“You’re
looking at me funny,” she said with this slight tremor in her voice

Yeah,
she was feeling this connection, too, and for the first time in
Rian’s
life he really didn’t want his time with her to end.
It seemed her smart mouth, attitude, and overall personality of not taking his
shit had burst through the tough exterior of the wall he had created around his
heart. He smiled, not responding to her statement, because he knew he was
looking at her funny. He had just realized that he was falling for this woman,
and that was messing with his perfectly placed and ordered life.
     

****

Sorcha
smoothed her hands down her thighs and breathed out slowly through her mouth.
She didn’t know why she was so damn nervous about tonight. It was just a dinner
party, nothing really “work” related, although she knew all of these types of
gatherings were about networking with other wealthy people. She glanced over at
Rian
, but he was preoccupied with messaging on his
phone.
 
Was he speaking with someone from
work, or his ex? He had told her his ex had contacted him, but he hadn’t gone
into specifics, not that she would have wanted him to anyway. But Sorcha wanted
to be prepared if a shit storm was coming her way. She had seen the tantrums
some of these rich bitches threw when they didn’t get their way. Hell, a few of
them had called the office furious at
Rian
for one
reason or another. Sorcha might hold
her own,
but that
didn’t mean she wanted to cause a scene. She turned back toward the passenger
window and stared out at the scenery passing her by. They were moving out of
the city and more into the less populated part of the area. It was strange to
see the skyscrapers leaving and these massive, elegant houses flashing by the
limo.

When
she heard him breathe out she looked at him again.
“Everything
okay?”

He
waved off her statement and exhaled loudly, but she still didn’t look at him
again. Instead she lifted her hand and ran her fingers over the smooth,
circular pearl of one of her earrings, thinking about the real man that she was
starting to really care for.

“I’m
sorry, Sorcha. I didn’t mean to brush you off.”

She
stared at him, surprised that he had actually apologized.

“It’s
just one fucking thing after another.” He smiled, but it was totally forced.
“Do you accept my apology?”

She
couldn’t help it. She smiled, and her heart melted right then and there when he
said those words. He was being sincere, and she appreciated it. “Yeah, I do.”

He
nodded, as if pleased she believed him. “You’re nervous.” He didn’t state it as
a question.

“I
am, but then again it’s pretty scary going to something like this.”

“It’s
just a dinner party.”

“To you, maybe.
To me it’s a bunch of
millionaires smoking cigars and drinking thirty year old cognac.”

He
started chuckling. “It’s rather boring, to be honest. The women are in
competition on who is wearing the most expensive jewelry and who has the best
one of a kind dress.” He grinned. “And the men sit around pretending they
aren’t in competition, too, and smoking cigars as they trade stories of the
stock market and how much they’ve made so far this year.”

She
was the one to start chuckling now.
“Sounds really boring.
You mean no one gets drunk and starts dirty dancing on the floor?”

“That
sounds like a dinner party I’d much rather go to.” He smiled, and before she
knew what was happening he had a hand on her thigh and was leaning in close to
her face. “You know, you’re too good for me.” He was being serious, but she had
to tease him.

“I
know.” She grinned and saw his mouth spread into a smile, too.

He pressed his lips to hers only
seconds later, speared his tongue into her mouth, and had her on fire
instantly.
Rian
moved his mouth slowly yet thoroughly
against hers at the same time he slipped her dress up her legs and moved his
hand between her thighs.

“How fast do you think I can get
you off, baby?” he murmured against her mouth.

“I think you’re talented enough
to make quick work.” She grinned against his lips and then gasped when he
pressed his hand to her pussy. The groan that came from him was deep, and she
swore she felt the vibrations all the way through her.

“You did without the panties,
Sorcha?” He started rubbing her flesh back and forth, swifter with each passing
second, and she knew she’d come so soon that he’d keep his word. “You’re a
cock-tease, baby. You knew I was going to touch you, and you purposefully left
the panties off.” He was touching her faster, harder, and she grew wetter.

Letting her head fall back on the
seat, she closed her eyes. “I like teasing your cock.”

He applied pressure to her clit,
and she gasped out. Before she knew what was happening he had her hauled up on
his lap, with her legs on either side of him and resting on the seat. He took
hold of the back of her neck in his hand and yanked her forward to claim her
mouth. With his other hand he moved it between their bodies, and when she heard
his zipper being pulled down her heart rate increased. He gathered her dress
and pulled it above her ass, shifted so he could push his pants down to his
ankles and get his cock out, and then placed her flushed down on him again.
Another sound left her when he grabbed her hips and pressed her down hard,
making her feel his stiff cock against her slicked folds.

“You’re wet, I’m hard, and it
would be so easy to fuck you right now.”

She nodded, and kissed him, ran her
tongue on his lips, and loved that the sting of pain on her hips was because he
couldn’t control his hold on her. He grabbed her bare ass, squeezed her flesh,
and started rocking her back and forth on him. He ran his tongue now along her
lips, and a little cry left her.
Rian
tasted so good,
so addictive. Her clit grew engorged with the need to come. Sorcha started
rocking back and forth, faster and harder, and letting the pleasure fill her.

 
“That’s it, baby. Ride that sweet little cunt
on me. Make yourself come. Use me.” His voice cracked at the end, and his
erotic words had her gasping against his mouth. She moved even faster, trying
to find that explosive pleasure by using him. But then he was using her, too,
in this moment, and that was evident by the wetness that coated the tip of his
dick. He still had his hands on her ass, pulling her forward and pushing her
back on his shaft, over and over again.

She opened her mouth on a gasp as
a particularly intense contraction rippled through her body. It felt so good
that the world around her dimmed in comparison. He took that as an invitation
and slid his tongue inside of her mouth, moving it against hers and mimicking
what she desperately wanted him to be doing between her thighs right now.
Sorcha didn’t care that there was a driver only separated from them by thin
glass, and didn’t care that in probably moments they would be arriving at the
party.

“I want you to come on me,
Sorcha, all over me. I want to feel your body shake as you lose control.”

Oh.
God.
The breath left her at his
words. He leaned in and resumed kissing her, slid his tongue along hers, and
fucked her mouth. She felt one of his hands cup her breast through the robe.
His groan of satisfaction had her pleasure heightening, and she moved back and
forth with more vigor. She let head fall back and closed her eyes. Her orgasm
washed through, exploded inside of her body, and took everything out of her.
They were dry humping, and yet she had gotten off, like she was a teenager in
the back of her boyfriend’s car. She was aware of the sounds coming from her,
high-pitched mewling noises that should have embarrassed her, but ones she was
helpless to stop.

When the orgasm finally left her
she sagged forward. Exhaustion suddenly slammed into her, and she breathed out
hard and fast. God, who would have known having an orgasm like that without
actually having
sex
could be so pleasurable? She had
touched herself, of course, but never had she come like she had being with
Rian
, and certainly not while just grinding herself on him.

The car suddenly slowed, and she
got off of
Rian
, his chuckling filling her head.
Sorcha adjusted her dress, and then glanced at
Rian
and watched as he put his still hard dick in his pants. She was about to tell
him that she could relieve him, because surely walking around with a
stiffie
and blue balls was uncomfortable, but before she
could say anything the back door was opened and the driver stood there with his
hand out for her to take.

****

“Miss Case, Mr. Hartford,” the
driver said.

With one last glance at
Rian
, and a wink from him, she felt the heat rise to her
cheeks, but got out of the car. She was wet between her thighs from her
arousal, and hated the feeling of discomfort as she moved forward.
Rian
got out after her, adjusted his jacket and pants, and
held out his arm for her. She slipped hers into the crook of his and glanced at
the house. Well, it was more than a house. It was a mansion really, and with
the lights, fancy cars, and the elegantly dressed people going inside, she felt
like royalty at that moment.

They went inside where they were
surrounded by crystal chandeliers, a smoke-filled atmosphere smelling of
sweetness, and of flowing champagne. Waiters dressed in black and white outfits
handed them glasses filed with bubbly yellow liquid. Others walked by with
silver trays filled with small, dainty looking hors d’oeuvre, the staff’s backs
stiff, and their expressions blank.

For the next twenty minutes they
mingled. A few men came up and started speaking with
Rian
,
but they were using jargon she was unfamiliar with, and she felt like she was
listening to another language. And then when
Rian
led
them into this grand ballroom, the classical music started playing as if on
cue. He spun her in his arms, and this little sound of surprise left her. The
music was soft, hauntingly beautiful, and she couldn’t help but get swept up in
it all.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you
look tonight?”

She smiled and rested her head on
his shoulder. “Yes, but flattery will get you everywhere, so keep it up.” She
felt the vibrations from his chest as he chuckled.

“Sorcha.”
He said her name softly, and she
pulled back to look at him.

The way he had said her name,
soft and intimately, had sounded so different from any other time before. And
then the way he was staring at her, like he wanted to say something to her, had
her feeling her throat close. Was she seeing his emotions for her right now? He
was usually so closed off, but right now he looked almost vulnerable. He cupped
her face, and she held her breath. He smoothed his thumb along her cheek. She
felt her skin pucker with gooseflesh, and leaned into him closer.

“Sorcha.”
He said her name as if he was
pained. The feeling of his warm breath moving along hers had her moaning
softly. “I want you, but it is so much more than sex.”

Her breath caught, and she
exhaled slowly again. “Me, too—”


Rian
,”
an older gentleman said behind him, breaking up this moment they were having.

Rian
closed his eyes and gritted his
teeth, and then shocked her by kissing her hard and possessively right in front
of everyone. He turned them around so they were facing the man that had spoken.
He had gray, thinning hair, wore wire-rimmed glasses, and his eyes were these
thin little black beads. He stopped in front of them, two women—twins—one on
each side of him dressed in nothing more than skimpy little gowns. Their
cleavage was all but bursting from the tops of their dresses, and their make-up
was caked on. They reeked of money, that or they reeked of wanting money, and
knew how to play it well.

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