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She was going to be the death of me. Sex aside, the woman who was smiling as the crowd applauded, made me feel alive again. And I didn’t give a shit about who her brother was. Reagan was her own person, and she was starting to break the walls I had built for so long.
She started another song, sweat pebbled on her temples as they glittered under the light. It was surreal watching her as she went to another song, Witchcraft by Frank Sinatra. She bobbed her head as she played, her eyes focused on the keys, and she bit her lower lip at the same time.
Then, her green eyes locked on mine. She might as well have just shot me in the face because I almost stopped breathing as I saw the evident ecstasy in her eyes.
She was sexy as fuck. And I’d never seen her look this happy—not when she orgasmed, not when I gave her treats, and especially not when I told her about tonight's pay.
She was surprised for a moment, and then lust filled her eyes as her lips fell slightly apart. She wasn’t even looking at the keys. I smirked at her, tall and proud.
“You look beautiful,” I mouthed.
“You too,” she answered.
The rest of the night, she played. Her green stare never left mine except when she needed to transition to another song. My cock was fucking growing hard just by the way she was staring at me.
And I was just there, glued to the ground as the siren slowly lured me into her trap.
Chapter twelve
Reagan
The contentment in my gut shifted, morphing into something deeper and more primal when I found the dark, captivating eyes hidden in the dim glow of the stage wing away from the guests and the crew. Our eyes met, and immediately, an electric current passed between us.
I carried on with the final notes, my eyes still locked with Matthew’s. My core started to pool with heat just by looking at the handsome man in front of me, fucking me with his eyes. I knew for a fact that he could feel the desire dancing between us.
He complimented me, and we shared a sliver of intimacy like no other for the split moment.
Then the performance was finished, and I found myself standing up from the piano, my ass almost numb, and there was a subtle wave of applause from everyone. I bowed, my cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and the exhilaration of the successful performance.
And I started walking off the stage. Towards the wing. Towards Matthew who wore a three-piece dark suit that made him look—magnetic. And I was the fool being drawn to him.
“Beautiful performance, Ms. St. James,” he said beaming at me, taking me in from my curled hair to my Christian Louboutin white crystal ankle-wrap shoes. “And you look majestic.”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” I murmured slyly, blushing. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine.” Matthew stepped closer to me and we could hear the faint chatter of the guests as the event came to an end. He cupped my chin and directed my gaze to his as he towered over me.
“They’ll see,” I said, referring to his staff who could walk in at any moment and catch us red-handed.
“They won’t,” Matthew assured me as he lowered his face to mine. Was he going to kiss me? Kisses outside of sex were intimate, at least for me. But my skin was already itching to touch him, so if he was going to indeed kiss me, I was taking it. But instead, Matthew brought his lips by my ear. And he whispered, “Wait for me in my office.”
Then he was gone and out of the room to tell the guests goodbye like the doting hotel owner that he was. So I gathered myself and my things on the vacant chair and paraded towards Matthew’s office, praying that no staff was going to see me.
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I threw myself at Matthew when he entered the room and closed the door behind him. My lips craved his taste like a kid craving chocolate.
Matthew’s hand wrapped around my waist to support me, but he didn’t complain. Instead, he kissed me right back deeper. Wetter. Sloppier.
Good. At least it wasn’t just me feeling the growing lust on the stage earlier.
“Jesus Christ, Reagan,” he moaned in between kisses. And I could smell the tinge of his cologne, and I could taste the mint on his breath. “I brought champagne to celebrate first.”
“Later,” I demanded as I grabbed the bottle from his hand and placed it on the table by the door. I was so turned on right now I might actually combust. “First, we fuck.”
It took Matthew two strides to reach me, and I heard him growl at my words.
Fucking in his office wasn’t something new. He was a very resourceful person and he knew a lot of ways to make me come without being on the bed. And I was there to enjoy these little endeavors.
