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“I’m sure your absence won’t be noticed,” he says, his voice relaxed yet authoritative.
“I…”
“Your job here is to serve the guests, no?”
“Yes, sir,” I respond with a nod.
“I’m a guest, and your service is needed here. Sit, I’ll need you to refill my glass when I’m done,” he says with a note of finality.
Knowing I could get in trouble if he reports me to Joel, I decide to do as he said. I’ve never felt so exposed as I do right now, sitting in nothing but a thong and a bra that barely covers my nipples. My full breasts out in the open make me want to reach for a blanket on the queen-sized bed to cover myself with.
I try to focus my attention in the room, but nothing seems to be helping; focusing on the bed makes me think of sex. That’s weird. I haven’t thought about sex in a long while.
My eyes drift to the man’s large hands as they hold the champagne glass, the other on his thigh, and I find myself wishing they were on my body, exploring every inch. The thought causes my heart to race. I shift uncomfortably, trying to shake off the feeling.
He takes a slow sip of his champagne, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity of his gaze makes my heart race. I need to say something, anything to break the tension.
“Enjoying the party?” I manage to ask; my voice is slightly shaky.
He smirks, setting the glass down. “It just got a lot more interesting,” he says, his voice smooth and deep. “What’s your name?”
“Cleopatra,” I reply, pointing to my mask with a nervous laugh.
He chuckles softly. “A fitting name for a goddess,” he says, his eyes glinting with amusement.
My eyes move from his hand, scan the rest of his body, and stop on his broad shoulders. I’ve never seen a man fill out a suit so well. I quickly look away when I realize I’m ogling him. What is wrong with me?
“A refill,” he says, placing his empty glass on the table.
I stand to refill his glass, conscious of my breasts that are almost spilling out as I bend. When I finish pouring his drink, I see him looking at my breasts, and he isn’t even trying to hide it.
As I try walking back to my couch, he stops me with a hand on my arm. It should feel repulsive, but his touch is anything but. Instead, I find myself yearning for him to touch me even more. As if reading my mind, he gets on his feet and starts walking around the coffee table to close the distance between us.
He begins tracing his fingers along my arm. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “I’m not supposed to touch you without your consent. Do I go on?” he drops his hand, waiting for my response.
“Yes,” I surprise myself by saying, and against my better judgment, I go on to say, “Don’t stop,” I whisper, my heart pounding.
“Good,” he murmurs as he brings his hand to my chest, slowly tracing along my cleavage; I feel the rumble of his words against my skin. What is wrong with me?
Chapter 4
Leonardo
I’m not one to hesitate when I see something I want. From the moment I set my eyes on her, I immediately knew I wanted her. She stood out from all the other girls, and from the way she moved, I could tell this was her first time doing this.
At first, I tried not to give in to my desires and pushed her out of my mind, but every time I saw her, I immediately felt possessive. So possessive that I wanted to pluck out the eyes of every man in the room who looked in her direction.
She has a body that would make a man stop in his tracks and stare. Her full breasts bounce with every step she takes. I’ve had my eyes on her the whole night.
I’m not one to grace such parties, but this is the only way to speak to Mark Barbeau, the host. Sinclair Energy Inc. is looking to acquire a gas company here in New York, and he’s the major shareholder who needs convincing. After he agreed to meet with me next week, I was about to leave when I saw her, and for some inexplicable reason, I couldn’t leave.
A moan slips off her lips as I trace my fingers along her smooth velvet skin. I watch the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, her lips slightly parted. She has the body of a goddess: full chest, slim waist, and wide hips. And her lips are so inviting. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so badly.
It’s a weird feeling because I don’t kiss. I find it too intimate.
I look away from her face and bring my eyes to her breasts instead. I reach behind her and unhook her bra. She hitches her shoulder as I slip it off, exposing her breasts; her pink nipples are hard, begging to be sucked.
I bring both hands to her breasts, cupping them. So soft, a perfect fit for my hands. I can tell she loves her breasts being caressed because she lets out another moan. I bring my head to her chest and take her nipple in my mouth, slowly sucking while I caress the other, gently pinching.
