After placing a chaste kiss on my lips, she scans the crowd, looking for another attendee she can swindle for a donation. With her attention rapt on that, she fails to notice the gentleman she just siphoned one hundred ten thousand dollars from is crossing the room. Only once he stops to stand in front of me do I realize who he is. It’s Cormack. The man who gave Rise Up our start. He also owns our record label.
“Hopefully, this will make up for my lack of judgment.” He keeps his voice at a whisper, ensuring Kylie won’t overhear him. “From now, any employee Destiny Records hires will be covered by the company’s insurance, no matter what their medical history may be.”
I jerk up my chin, grateful he heard the words Noah and I spoke to him when we discovered he was planning to terminate Kylie’s employment since she couldn’t get adequate health coverage.
“It’s a good start.”
After we shake hands, I join Kylie at the side of the auctioneer’s podium. I plan to bid on a trip to Fiji coming up next. A tropical holiday on a secluded beach sounds ideal right now.
It might also be the perfect place for a romantic proposal.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kylie
“Ican’t believe we’re going to Fiji!”
I rock on my heels, stoked tonight was a raving success all round. The auction alone raised nearly five million dollars for sufferers of ALL, and I used four hundred dollars to buy a personally signed drumstick from the world’s best drummer, Slater Scott. As if that isn’t already exciting, Slater was the successful bidder for an all expenses trip to Fiji.
“I’ll need to get a passport. I’ve never traveled out of the country before.”
Slater peers at me with weighed down eyes. “You have plenty of time. We can’t go for at least another six months.”
That’s a mood killer. When he won, all I could imagine was him in nothing but a pair of board shorts, or even better – swim trunks! I’ve never seen him in shorts. He has a few pairs of boxers stuffed in the back of his drawers, but he doesn’t wear them. He usually goes commando under his jeans, so I either get him in jeans or buck naked. I guess I shouldn’t complain. The visual is glorious—nearly as tempting as he looks now.
The glands in my mouth have been overworked tonight from the amount of drooling I’ve done, and don’t get me started on his new haircut. Seriously, I love Slater’s dreads because they’re one of his unique qualities, but his shorter ‘do doesn’t hide his gorgeous face. I had no clue how defined his cheekbones were until he removed his mask earlier tonight, and his brown eyes appear larger in size. Tonight, it’ll be me chasing him around our room, not the other way around.
“Jesus Christ, Kylie.” A shiver runs through my body when Slater brushes his lips on my earlobe. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll fuck you in this elevator.” When my eyes rocket to Melanie and Marcus standing to our right, Slater adds to his warning, “Yes, even with them in here with us.”
My pussy throbs in anticipation, but it feels like a bucket of cold water is thrown over me when Melanie murmurs, “We can hear you, you know, but please don’t let us stop you. I’m dying to see yourdrumstick.”
Slater isn’t deterred by her tease—not in the slightest. When the elevator arrives at our floor, he steps closer to me, looking like a man who was abandoned in a desert for a week without water. He’s staring at me like I’m his salvation, like I’m his bottle of water.
“Since you're wearing heels, I’m going to play nice.” His eyes glide over my body, stopping at my four-inch black pumps. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start.”
I cock a brow, calling out his deceit without words. He has no patience whatsoever. Ten seconds feels like a lifetime to him—except when he’s in the bedroom.
“Ten… nine… eight,” he slowly counts in his deep, seductive voice. “Seven… six…”
I kick off my heels, throw them into his chest, then sprint out of the elevator before five is close to leaving his lips.
“Five, four, three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come!”
I make it all the way into the entryway of our hotel room before he’s on my heels, but because I’m too busy glancing over my shoulder, I run straight into the entryway table, sending the large vase of flowers sitting on the top tumbling to the floor.
Slater scoops me in his arms to carry me over the shards of glass like a husband would carry his wife over the threshold. “Anyone would swear you're the rock star. You’re always trashing hotel rooms.”
I attempt to rebut, but the instant his lips land on mine, I’m rendered speechless. His smooth chin is missing the stubble that usually scratches my chin and neck, but his mouth has the same wickedly delicious taste it always has.
After laying me on our bed, he raises the skirt of my dress until it sits around my waist like a belt, then he slides my panties down my legs. One zipper, and I’d be fully exposed, but he’s too impatient for that. My breaths grow needy when his thumb circles my clit a mere second before he slides two fingers inside me. The sensation is already overwhelming, so imagine how catastrophic it gets when he drops his mouth to my pussy to replace his thumb with his tongue. He’s still fully clothed, wearing a tuxedo, for crying out loud, and the thought makes the naughtiness more palpable.
“Grind against me, baby. Fuck my face how I plan to fuck your pussy.”
I wait for his hot breaths to stop fanning my clit before raising my ass off the bed and rocking against him as requested. His hands come up to my hips, his fingers gripping me roughly as he devours me with both his mouth, fingers, and his heart. There’s such a primitive rawness to our lovemaking that I fall in love with him more after every embrace. He’s not a tender lover, but there’s a tenderness in the way he makes me feel that more than makes up for a lack of flowery words. He has my back, and I’ll always have his—forever.
When he feels me tightening around his fingers, his lips skim lower and lower until he’s lapping up the goodness his tongue missed the first time around.
“Mmm…” His lips vibrate against my drenched flesh.
