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“His name is Ledger. He runs his own successful business and he works hard for everything he has. We could all learn something from him.” Including myself. I don’t say that out loud, but the more I think about it, those words have never been more true. Maybe it’s time for me to step out of my comfort zone. Ledger is the person I aspire to be. Strong. Independent.
My dad gets in my face, eye level with me. “This is the last time I want to see him at a charity event. Next time, I’ll throw him out myself.” Before I can say anything, he storms past me. My mom is close on his heels. My blood boils. How long have I had these blinders up to not realize this is my life? I don’t want to be like them. I never want to be like them. Turning on my heel, I stomp out to the ballroom. Instantly, I spot Ledger, exactly where I left him, and a little part of me sighs in relief. The closer I get, I can’t fight the smile that takes over.
When I reach him, I take his hand in mine. “Let’s get out of here.”
“We’re on a boat. Where exactly are we going?”
“We’ll go find a closet so I can make you forget we’re on a boat.” I tug on his hand.
“Shit. I won’t argue with that.”
“I didn’t think so.”
He trails behind me as I meander through the crowd, hand in hand, not caring about the hushed voices or glaring stares. I would take this man on one of these tables just to prove he’s mine, but I won’t. Toward the bow of the yacht, I remember seeing a closed door that might be a closet. I guess we’ll find out.
THIRTY-ONE
THE BEST DISTRACTION
Ledger
Olivia leads me down a dark corridor before stopping at a closed door. She rests her hand on the doorknob and glances up at me. Twisting the metal, with her gaze still locked on mine, a smile flirts on her lips. She pulls it open and tugs me inside. Blindly, both of us reach around, searching for a light. My finger grazes a switch and I flick it up. An overhead light flickers to life, illuminating the cramped area. Shelves filled with linens, toiletries, and other miscellaneous items cover all three sides of the closet.
Her fingers grip the lapels of my jacket and pull me toward her. “Have I told you how hot you look in this suit?”
“Better enjoy it now because I won’t have it for long.”
“I fully intend to.” She tugs me down, slamming her lips to mine.
I cup her cheeks, holding her to me. All thoughts of being on a boat dissipate. My focus is solely on this amazing, strong, feisty, beautiful woman in front of me. One who has stuck around for me. Now I want to show her I’m here for her.
Her hands brush up and down my chest and over my shoulders. My hands drop to my sides so she can remove the suit jacket. The fabric hits the floor with a thud. Slowly, I drag my fingers up the back of her dress until I reach a small, metal zipper. Before I can tug it down, she pulls away.
“This is about you.” Her bright blue eyes meet mine.
“Whatever you have planned, it would be better if you do it naked.” I grip the zipper again and slowly drag it down. When she doesn’t fight me, I finish pulling it all the way down. One strap at a time, I brush the fabric off her shoulders until it floats to the floor, pooling at her feet. My breath hitches as I take in the sight before me. She’s in a white, lacy, strapless bra and matching lace panties. I fight the urge to rip everything off her and worship her body. My dick twitches in my pants. She steps toward me and out of the dress. I kick it away. With a featherlight touch, I run my fingers up the side of her rib cage. Goosebumps prickle her skin in my wake. When I reach her bra, I cup her tits. They’re heavy with desire in my palms. My thumbs graze over her nipples until they’re stiff peaks under the lace. In one swift movement, I pull the fabric down under each breast causing them to push up. She gasps in surprise as the cool air washes over her heated body and I want to hear all her noises. I love how her body responds to my touch. Bending down, I suck one pebbled nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around while my fingers pinch the other one. Her moans and whimpers grow louder when I bite down.
“Ledger. Oh my God.” Her words come out in breathy pants.
“You’re so responsive to my touch. I bet I could make you come without touching your pretty pussy.” I pinch her nipple again.
“Yes.” She arches her back, thrusting her chest into me farther.
I reach around her, my fingers at the clasp holding her bra together, and she pulls away.
“I want you in my mouth.”
“My good girl wants to choke on my dick?”
A devious smile covers her lips and my cock twitches from that single look.
“But I want to see your tattoos while I do it.” Starting at the top, she pops the button of my dress shirt. She works her way down, one by one, until she’s brushing the fabric over my shoulders and until it drops to the floor. She crouches, dragging her fingers down my chest, but stops halfway down. Her warm lips press against my chest, right over the padlock tattoo over my heart. My muscles tense. The gesture is simple, but fuck, it does things to me. She continues her descent until she’s eye level with my bulge. Her fingers trace the outline of my thick dick as it strains against the black slacks. Not wanting to wait any longer, she pops the button and tears down the zipper. She peels the sides away and lowers the waistband to just below my ass. Her hand rubs me on the outside of my boxer briefs. With each stroke I grow harder, which I didn’t think was possible. I hiss a sharp breath through my teeth when her thumb brushes over the metal ball on the tip.
“Fuck, duchess. You got me hard as steel. Pull me out. I want to see what I look like sitting on your tongue.”
She does exactly as I say. Her thumbs run along the elastic waistband, then she gazes up at me through her lashes. With her eyes locked on mine, she tugs the band down. Once the fabric passes my bulge, my dick bobs in front of her. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips. She’s practically salivating to suck me off. She’s hungry for me, and who am I to deny her any longer?
I run one hand through her hair and grip the back of her head. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” She obeys my orders. I glance down and she looks so beautiful in front of me, mouth opened wide, waiting for me. I’ll give her every piece of me and more. She looks up, eyes meeting mine. With my other hand, I grip my dick and run the head along her tongue before thrusting in. She whimpers when I pull out.
