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If I said we made out the whole cab ride home, I wouldn’t be lying.
If I said we almost didn’t make it inside my house before I ripped her panties off, I also would not be lying.
I was sure of one thing—we rushed to my room in record time.
Both of us were in such a hurry once I slammed my bedroom door shut, it seemed like there was one obstacle after another.
First my jacket got caught on my cufflink, and try as I might, I couldn’t get it unhooked. “Goddamn it,” I muttered against Gigi’s open, willing mouth. She looked down and did her best to help. All that did was add in ten more fingers to the mess.
“Here, try to slip it through without opening the cufflink,” she suggested, yanking on the cuff. I pulled as hard as I could, but nothing worked.
Finally, I stepped back, and said, “Hang on, give me a minute.” Then I plucked at my tie, which also appeared to be stuck. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I tugged at it again, and nothing.
Gigi shoved my hands away. “Let me try,” she said, digging her fingers around the fabric and concentrating deeply on what she was doing. It was far too tempting, having her body so close to mine. I had to touch her, I couldn’t help it.
My hands started wandering down her shoulders, her sides, then to her waist. The material of her dress felt like the finest silk beneath my fingers. But her skin felt better. And I wanted nothing more than to feel all of it.
While she was busy trying to undo my tie, I slipped my hands around her back, finding her zipper. Giving it a tug, I couldn’t wait to see her naked again. I pulled again, not successful the first time.
Or the third either, apparently. “What the hell?” I said, jerking harder now, desperate to get this dress off of her.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Gigi stammered, moving away from me. “You’re going to rip it,” she said, then proceeded to bend her arms and work on the stubborn zipper.
While she did that, I tried again and again to undo my cufflinks and jacket. Then I moved on to trying my damn tie again.
Gigi was having a time of it, too. “Here, I’ll do it, turn around,” I offered, stepping toward her.
She quickly motored backward. “Stop,” she laughed, holding out her hand, “you’re going to wreck this beautiful dress that cost a billion dollars.”
“That’s one expensive dress.” I smiled at her, still having every intention of ripping the damn thing off her no matter the cost.
“Give me a second,” she said before rushing to the bathroom.
I was out of patience for this. We were finally alone—and finally on the same page. I needed to be inside of her like I needed to breathe. I’d had enough.
My hand went to my tie and pulled until I heard a rip. After that, I undid the buttons on my shirt before I yanked with such force, one cufflink went sailing across the room, then the other.
“Are you the freaking Hulk or something?” I heard Gigi’s voice call from the bathroom door. She stood there, in just her panties and those sparkly shoes. Gigi leaned against the side of the door, her breasts hung perfectly with tight nipples just waiting for more of my attention.
My cock grew hard, instantly.
“Just around you.” I smirked, working on my shoes and pants—which luckily weren’t booby-trapped and came off quickly and easily—as she and her long ass legs strolled over to me.
Once she was within grabbing distance—and I was in my boxer briefs—I clasped her arm and pulled her tight to my body. “Never seen a more beautiful woman in my life,” I said, one hand shoving roughly into her hair, the other on her back, pushing her further against me.
Her lips touched mine first, and that was all I needed to let loose. My tongue forced its way into her mouth, letting her know she was mine now. She moaned and it went straight to my dick as her arms wrapped around me, and her fingers touched and explored the muscles there.
I kissed down her neck, tasting a slight saltiness as her light, floral scent invaded my senses. My hand cupped her heavy breast, and Gigi sighed. “Your tits are perfect, Geneviève,” I said, then dipped my head down to suck on her nipple.
It was beaded so hard, I swirled my tongue around it and over it, G’s head falling back. Her hands held onto my head, holding me there to her chest. I moved to her other breast, sucking and playing with it, too. The whole time I did, she muttered tiny, breathless words, “Yes, Beau. That feels amazing. Please, yes.”
My fingers drifted down her stomach, then crept inside her panties. Dripping again. I lifted my head and kissed her. “Look how wet you are for me. Fuck, I want you so bad. I have to be inside you G, now,” I murmured against her lips. Her fingernails pressed into my skin as I glided my fingers through her wetness.
I couldn’t help but dip a finger inside her, feeling how tight she was. If she felt that good on my finger, having my cock inside her was going to be out of this world, amazing. “Turn off the light? I’ll meet you in my bed,” I said, giving her a hard peck on the lips.
Using the lighter, I lit a few of the candles I’d bought today when G was out. They reminded me of how she smelled—a fresh, flowery scent. I lit the one beside my bed last, glimpsing over at Gigi while I did. She had done as asked and was half under the covers, the comforter up to her waist—which was a crying shame.
I chucked the lighter onto the nightstand, then flipped the covers back, revealing her entire gorgeous body. “I want to see you,” I said as I crawled in beside her. She met me in the middle, her sweet, caressing touch traveling up and down my arm. Then her fingers and her gaze roamed to my chest, playing with the spattering of hair there.
