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I try to smile at his instruction, but Cash’s tie makes that impossible, so I simply nod and watch as my tuxedoed boyfriend drops to his knees in front of me before he pushes the skirt of my dress over his head. He slides my panties down my legs, helping me step out of them, then pockets them with a smile before sliding one of my legs over his shoulder. “Hold on, Angel,” he warns before his breath burns against my sensitive skin.
I grip the bamboo tightly, trying to obey his every command as Cash pulls my lips apart and strokes me with his tongue. The moan remains in my throat as the tie does its job, but my hips don’t obey, bucking toward Cash, seeking even more pressure, more pleasure, more Cash. He laughs against me. “Stay still, Angel, I’ll get you there.”
With heels on it’s hard to balance on one foot so I finally lean into him, letting him take my weight, my power, and my orgasm. His fingers slide into me, and he works me over as he continues lavishing me with his tongue. There is something so erotic about hearing people so close, of being practically in public and yet hidden in our own corner, while he goes down on me.
I’m spiraling, focusing on the warmth of his mouth, the powerful flicker of his tongue, and the pulsing of his fingers. But it’s his moans that do me in. The way he’s enjoying every second of this as if I’m pleasuring him. “You’re a fucking delicacy and you’re all mine,” he mutters in between kisses. He looks up at me and whispers, “I want you to see how much I love doing this Grace. Eyes on me.”
I keep my eyes on him as he stares at me and moves his tongue in circles. My leg starts to shake, and I feel the orgasm taking over every limb. Unable to keep my head down any longer, it falls back as I clench around his fingers which continue to move in and out even as my pussy grips him tightly. My eyes close, and darkness takes me to a place where the only thing I feel is Cash.
“Open your eyes, Gracie,” he says again as my world spins. Obeying, I open my eyes, but before looking down, my gaze locks with someone who stands just outside the bamboo garden. I blink a few times trying to make out the voyeur, and my stomach drops when I see they belong to Vanessa. She’s standing there with her mouth wide open, and suddenly the idea of being watched, or doing this in public, loses its appeal.
I buck against Cash trying to get his attention, but he tightens his grip around me. “Nut huh, I didn’t just work that hard to get up now. Your orgasm is mine. ” He continues to lick, and since I can’t speak, I can’t warn him of what’s happening. Vanessa watches for a few more seconds, and my eyes plead an apology before she glares and turns on her heels. I have no idea what she’s going to do, but I have a feeling it’s going to blow my life apart.
Chapter 44
Grace
Monday morning, I walk into the office completely unsurprised to find Vanessa in my waiting room. Rachel looks back and forth between us nervously. “Morning, Rachel, can you get coffee for Vanessa and me, please?”
Vanessa stands up and walks to my office. No words are necessary to acknowledge that I will make time for her unannounced visit. I didn’t tell Cash what she saw. I didn’t know how to even voice it. When we returned to the tent, Vanessa was gone, and I told Jonathan I was heading home. Cash had Frank pick us up, and we returned to the house in Bristol. I have no idea where his sister and Vanessa stayed.
She’s wearing a black skirt, a white blouse, and black heels. With her dark hair in a low ponytail and her lips painted red, she doesn’t exactly look sinister, but I’m uneasy regardless.
“Let’s just get right to it,” I say, not wanting to mince words. “What can I do for you?”
Vanessa tilts her head as she stares at me, as if she’s measuring my worth. Or my looks. I manage to keep my head held high and my face neutral. My navy blue boatneck dress is conservative and belted at the waist with a cream snakeskin. I look nothing like a woman who would hide in the shadows while her boyfriend went down on her at an outdoor public event.
“How long have you been with him?”
I don’t bother lying. It would be an insult to her intelligence. “Everything started the night you went to the club with him.”
She doesn’t flinch. “So you continued to set him up on dates after you screwed him?”
I bite back an insulting laugh. “No. After he went on a few dates, we realized what we had was real. I still fought against it for a bit, but Cash is persistent. He knew what he wanted.”
I immediately know that wasn’t the correct response. I’d inadvertently insulted her. Fortunately, Rachel chooses that moment to enter my office and deliver the coffee, giving both of us a second to recover.
“Listen, I know Cat isn’t my biggest fan, and I’m sorry that you got dragged into Saturday night.”
Vanessa leans back in her chair and sips her coffee. I wait for her to respond, but when she doesn’t, I keep talking. “I’m going through a nasty divorce, and we wanted to keep Cash out of the press. He has enough on his plate. The pressure of the business, and family obligations—it’s a lot. I didn’t want to add to that, so we’ve been staying under the radar. We never meant to hurt anyone.”
Vanessa folds her legs and puts her coffee cup down, leaning forward. “I’m not hurt. Annoyed, disgusted, and a tad bit jealous, sure.”
I appreciate her honesty. “I have plenty of clients that I can set you up with. Or you can become my client and I can go on a search for eligible businessmen. We’ve never had a woman as our client. It could be fun for you.”
As soon as I suggest it, I wonder why we haven’t done it from the female side. Why haven’t we combed through dating hell for the female businesswomen who don’t have time to date? It’s freaking brilliant.
But she shakes her head. “I want something else.”
I sigh. Of course she does. “Okay, what would you like me to do for you, Vanessa?”
“An interview. My sisters set me up for this thing. Their hope was that I would go on a few dates, get a happily ever after, and do a piece on it for the news. It was going to be my big break.”
I frown. “Vanessa, I’m offering you the chance to be the first woman client we’ve ever had. You can do exactly what you set out to do.”
“Maybe,” she tilts her head in consideration. “But first I want an interview. To start the process. I already sold it to my boss, and he wants the first segment tonight.”
I look at her, perplexed. “Tonight? As in the evening news?”
