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I felt my cheeks heat up and I knew I must have looked like a ripe tomato under those shiny lights on the yacht. “Leon, please,” I said.
“No lies were told.” The young man serving us water spoke.
“Thank you,” I said to him before he nodded curtly and walked away from the table.
“You see? Everyone agrees with me.”
I blushed again. “Thank you.” The plan to tell him about Ava would have to wait until after dinner.
The next course arrived along with the chef. This time, I didn’t hear anything he said. I focused my attention on Leon and watched how charismatic he looked as he paid rapt attention to the chef. His fingers played with the napkin that was on his side of the table when we arrived. I started thinking of all the things those fingers could do to me.
“Enjoy.” The chef said and stepped aside as his kitchen helpers started serving our food. The plate had a round piece of meat in the middle that had sauce dripping from it. After the service, they excused themselves and Leon and I were once again, alone.
He took his cutlery and dove right into the food. His eyes closed as he chewed slowly, savoring the food. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed his food. Despite the breeze from the water, I started to feel heat creep up from my legs to my thighs.
“You’re not eating.” He observed.
I shook my head. “I am. I am.” I repeated before picking up my cutlery and cutting into the piece of meat. It instantly melted in my mouth and I couldn’t believe meat could be that tender. Leon was looking at me and smiled at my wide-eyed reaction to the food.
Chapter17
Valentina
“This is delicious,” I said and he nodded.
“I knew you’d love it. Pierre is the best in the game.” Leon went on to tell me about the first time he met Pierre. Their father had hired him for a private dinner they had celebrating a major milestone of Pierce Oil. They were all so impressed with Pierre that they often hired him for their personal special events.
“So, you think this is a special event?” I asked.
“I do. You are a special event.” He reached for my face and touched my cheeks lightly. I leaned into the touch. His palms were warm against my skin. Now I could feel the heat crawl up my thighs and underneath the brown thong I was wearing.
We continued eating, and after that course, the chef returned with the dessert, which was apple tart with dried berries on them. It was too sweet for my liking, but I thought of how much Ava would enjoy this.
After eating, Leon and I went to the edge of the yacht to look into the water. He had taken off his suit jacket, and his barely buttoned, thin layered shirt exposed his chest. The fresh air felt really good against my skin. I looked at him to find that his eyes were already on me. There was something in his eyes, I recognized it. It was that same desire that filled his eyes the first night we met in New York.
I was partly relieved because the desire was mutual between us. His fingers reached for mine on the railing of the yacht. Our fingers locked together and we just let it stay for a few seconds. I didn’t know what I was thinking or if I was even thinking at all but I grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him down to my height and kissing him fiercely on his lips.
There was a smirk on his face when I let go of his collar. He looked to the distance behind us and signaled to the men in suits. They grabbed my purse and we were led to his car. This time, it was a jet-black Mercedes Benz.
We got into the back seat and the man in suit who had my purse got into the driver’s seat, handed my purse to me and started the car. I was sitting at the end of the back seat, and there was a lot of space between Leon and I. I was excited and could feel the wetness underneath my thong. Leon remained quiet throughout the ride, staring out the window.
We got to his house and we both alighted from the car. Leon held my hand and led me into the house and straight upstairs to his room. I walked in ahead of him and was staring at the massive space he called a room when I heard the door shut behind me. I could feel him standing behind me. He walked over to me and grabbed my waist, crashing my backside into his front. The feel of his erection through his trousers against my backside felt good, I wanted more.
I turned to face him and he stepped away from me and started taking off his shoes. Then he took off his shirt, his wristwatch and his belt but kept his trousers on. He put them on the armchair that sat in the corner of the room, beside the bed.
He walked over to me and looked into my eyes, “Do I have permission to ravish your body?” he asked with his hot breath against my skin. He took the purse from my hand and threw it on the armchair. I nodded and he released a deep chuckle that sent signals straight to my already throbbing core.
“I need you to say it, Valentina. Tell me how much you want me to ravish you.” His lips connected with the skin behind my ears, and I shivered.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me,” I said, barely getting the words out.
“Good girl.” His deep baritone voice whispered. I felt his fingers fondle with the zipper of my dress and then I heard a hissing sound as he opened it. Slowly, while making sure to run his fingers over my exposed hard nipples, he pulled my dress down and went down with it.
He was now on his knees as he ran his nose over the skin of my thighs close to my already soaked thong. His eyes looked up to mine, “You’re already dripping wet for me.”
I didn’t know how I was still standing; my legs had turned into jelly at this point. His fingers gripped the waist of my thong and pulled it down. When it got down to my legs, I stepped out of the thong and he threw it somewhere, my mind didn’t catch where.
His hands parted my legs and his nose kept playing on the already excited skin around my arousal. The minute his lips connected with my wetness, I moaned. Then, his tongue ran along the full extent of my wetness. I blew hot air out of my mouth to steady myself.
