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“Do you like to dance, Katie?” I ask.
She laughs, a beautiful melodic lilt.
“I do not, Mr. Moore.”
An eyebrow raises.
“Please, call me Trent.”
“I do not, Trent.”
“You seem to have enjoyed it just now,” I say with a smile.
“I didn’t want to be rude,” Katie responds with a sweet, yet teasing smile.
“What do you like, then?”
Katie giggles once again. I could get used to the tinkling sound escaping her lips. “I like a lot of things. Puppies, action movies, going to the beach. What do you like?”
“I like expanding my business and taking beautiful women to bed with me,” is my direct statement.
This time, Katie is the one to take a step back as she gasps. My crass words have shocked her, but the scandalized curiosity in her eyes tell me that I haven’t scared her away.
“It’s a good thing this party is full of beautiful women then,” she remarks saucily, recovering from her shock. “Surely you haven’t slept with all of them?”
I laugh out loud now, a low rumble coursing through my chest. Katie’s lips turn into a slight, satisfied smile.
“I haven’t slept with all of them, sweetheart. You’re right about that. Some of them, sure. But not all.”
“Good to know,” she says with a nod.
I reach out and take her hand. “Come upstairs with me, Katie.”
But the beautiful brunette pulls her palm from my grasp.
“I can’t,” she says with a smile. “I have a party to watch. Unlike you, Mr. Moore, I’m here to work, not have fun.”
I cock my head at her, trying to gauge precisely what this girl’s game is. Why is it so difficult to get her to join me in bed? It takes only five seconds to convince most ladies.
“Live a little,” I tell her. “As your client and temporary boss, I’m allowing you to pause work and have some fun.”
“Who would watch over the party?” she asks, crossing her arms.
I can’t help but notice her ample cleavage as her arms move. Oh shit, that creaminess makes my cock jerk hungrily, and my eyes flicker back up to her expectant face. I know she’s just going along with this conversation to amuse me, but I’m not one to back down. I scan the room, taking in the whirling guests and the trays laden with food still. Judging from how well it’s going, nothing terrible will happen in our absence. I spy Amanda nearby and motion for her to come closer. The woman brightens for a moment when she sees me, but then her expression freezes when she glimpses Katie at my side. Still, she walks over stiffly.
“Amanda, I have some business to attend to with our party planner. If anything should happen while we’re away, I’m counting on you to handle it,” I instruct her with a smile.
Her expression becomes positively icy now.
“Yes, Mr. Moore, of course,” she bites out. I can tell the words hurt, but hey, I’m not here to hand out party favors. I pay her salary, after all, and expect to get my money’s worth.
‘Thank you, Amanda,” I say while pulling Katie away. “Please make sure all the guests are attended to.”
Once we’re about twenty feet away, I turn back to the beautiful brunette. “There,” I say simply. “Now you have no obligation to babysit.”
Katie’s eyes flicker with hesitation, but it’s soon replaced with a hesitant smile. She accepts my hand, and I pull her with me toward the huge spiral staircase. Helping her up the smooth steps, it’s only when we’re at the top of the stairs that I kiss this beautiful woman for the first time. And oh shit, but her responsiveness is entrancing. The curvy brunette moans as I slip my tongue between her rosy lips, body instinctively nestling towards me. There’s no time to go slow. My length has been straining against my pants since I first caught a glimpse of Katie standing by herself in my ballroom, and it craves satisfaction desperately.
Katie’s lips stay attached to mine, my hands tangled in her hair as I guide her backwards down the hall toward the master bedroom. We reach the door and I push her up against it, lifting her legs around my waist. She moans again, grinding her pelvis against mine, lips sucking on mine like they’re air and she’s drowning.
Without losing momentum, I open the door to my bedroom and bring us inside, kicking it closed behind us. I would have happily taken her against the door in the hallway, but the risk was too high. The last thing I need is some damned photographer to wander into the forbidden upper chambers and snap photos of me emptying my load into a gorgeous woman. The headlines would cause another PR headache that I don’t want to deal with.
Once inside my room, I throw Katie down on the bed. I lower myself onto the mattress above her and take in her beautiful face, those large breasts, and her impossibly curvy body. She smiles and grabs my shirt, pulling me down and forcing our lips to connect once again. She receives no complaints from me as our tongues intertwine in a wrestling match.
