Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle (13 page)

A laugh escaped her throat.

“
Now that you let the
secret out it’s not a secret anymore.” He raised his
eyebrows.

“
Well, those were some
close friends, and we sort of want the secret menu to leak to be
not so secret.” At her explanation, she pursed her lips in
preparation to defend herself once more.

“
That makes perfect
marketing sense.” Again, he reached in, this time lifting a little
net bag of nuts and glanced over at her. “These aren’t from the can
in Wilson’s bedroom, right?”

Rather than answer, she winked at him. “I
will have you know that each nut is represented in its proper
proportion in those favors.”

“
Thank heavens, I would
hate to think that Ivy may eat a nut out of proportion.” With a
laugh, he dropped the treats back in the bag.

“
Well, from what I’ve
heard…” She purposely let her voice trail off.

Logan leaned back on his heels and crossed
his arms. “Yes…”

“
You have nothing on your
brother.” At her innuendo she bit her lower lip.

In an unexpected move, he
held his hand out. “
Touché
. Thank you for an amazing
party. Actually, thank you for everything.”

“
You are quite welcome.” As
if he’d knighted her, she shook his hand and bowed.

“
I have the cake you
wanted.” Plate in hand, Wilson came out and joined them.

“
Is it the corner piece?”
She let go of Logan and went to her own Alexander man.

“
With extra frosting.”
Wilson lowered the plate to show her.

“
I have a bad craving.” She
curled her arm around his.

“
That is my cue to go take
Ivy home and share our party favor.” Logan held up the bag, nodded
at her and patted his brother on the back as he left.

For the first time that day, she and Wilson
were finally alone. “Are you happy with how the soft opening turned
out?” Waiting for an answer, she looked up at him through her
lashes, reached over to the plate, scooped up a big helping of
frosting and stuck her finger in her mouth.

Her action had the desired effect as he
simply stared at her.

“
Wilson, I want to know
what you thought of the soft opening.” She backed up into the
kitchen and toward the stairs.

Once Wilson caught up, she repeated her
action of scooping up the frosting only this time twirling her
tongue around her finger before placing it in her mouth.

“
I couldn’t have asked for
more.” His voice came out ragged and deep.

“
Are you sure about that?”
In a little game, she darted up the stairs.

With the cake still in his hand, he
followed, meeting her in front of the door to his apartment above
the bar.

She picked up another helping of the sugary
treat, but this time dabbed it on Wilson’s lower lip. Her gaze
firmly affixed on his, she stood on her tiptoes, braced herself on
his shoulder and proceeded to suck the frosting off his mouth. “You
are the king, after all.”

He put the plate down right on the floor and
took hold of her shoulders. “How could I have forgotten?”

“
I’m not sure, but in case
you need a reminder…” She slid her leg between his, rubbing up and
down. “Tonight, I am but your humble servant.”

“
Now I remember.” As he
kissed her, he fished his keys out of his pocket, reached behind
her and somehow managed to unlock and open the door. He pulled her
to him, went inside and, after kicking the door closed, brought her
straight to the bed.

Her favorite part of making love to Wilson
came in watching the man come unglued. No matter how many times
they were together, he touched her and treated her as if he
couldn’t believe she were really there. The way he looked at her,
taking her all in, was the biggest turn on of everything, and she
wanted to give him a bit of a show.

Before leaning back on the bed, she unzipped
the back of her dress, then nestled down among the pillows and
lifted one leg, allowing the skirt of her dress to ride up to her
waist, but the tulle still hid everything. “Tell me what I can do
for you.” As if offering him an empty canvas to work with, she
spread her arms out and waited.

“
Keep going.” His fingers
worked to unbutton his shirt.

“
Like this?” With a lot of
flourish, she reached under her skirt, pulled off her panties and
tossed them off the edge of the bed.

His let his shirt join her panties and
nodded.

She ran her hands down her leg until she
stopped at her shoe and glanced over at him.

He shook his head.

“
Oh, someone wants the
stilettos on.” With a low laugh, she arched her back and rather
than remove her shoes, slid her dress off.

“
Don’t stop now.” Without
ever taking his eyes off her, he rubbed his hand over the bulge in
his pants and then unfastened his pants. He took them off along
with his shoes and socks and kicked them aside.

“
Is that a direct order?”
Her voice feigning innocence, she glanced down at her
bra.

“
You heard me.” His voice
came out much more forceful than normal.

“
Then I must obey.” First,
she leaned up on the bed, and then she slowly unhooked her bra. She
rid herself of the constrictive garment and spread her arms again,
giving him the full view. “What else can I do for you?”

“
I’m sure you’ll figure it
out.” His erection sprang free when he rid himself of his now tight
boxer briefs. In less than an instant, he joined her on the bed,
took her into his arms, giving gave her a hard kiss, opening his
mouth and tangling their tongues together.

If he truly wanted to leave it to her to
figure out what he wanted, she knew what it was in no uncertain
terms. She pushed him over to his back and got on top of him, first
kissing his lips and then moving to his ear and his neck.

“
Baby.” He rubbed her back
as she skimmed her lips over his chest and down his stomach.
“Yes.”

On her road toward what he really wanted,
she moved between his legs.

He sucked in his breath.

Rather than simply going for it, she bent
down and proceeded to plant a row of soft kisses up and down his
erection.

He moaned his appreciation, and she rewarded
him by circling her tongue around his tip, taking in his purely
masculine taste.

“
Ah.” Now he bucked his
hips, telling her he needed more.

Well, he was the king and she would have to
comply. There was one move sure way to make any man feel as if he
truly was royalty and she encompassed him with her mouth.

“
Giselle!” As she took him
as deep as she could, he panted her name and tangled his hand in
her hair. “Baby!”

She continued, sucking harder and bobbing
her head up and down until he moved with her. Something about
bringing him here, the whole act so primal, and simply being with
Wilson made her hot with need as well.

“
Stop!” With a gasp, he sat
up and snatched up the vintage cigar tin on the nightstand he kept
their condoms in.

Though she wanted to finish him off, she did
as he asked. “Is that what you want?”

“
I have to be inside you.”
Desperation and rushing caused him to open the tin and their whole
stash of condoms littered the bed.

The fact he practically shook from needing
her only made her own want worse. She chose a condom, ripped the
package open and put it on him. Unable to wait, she straddled him
once more and lowered herself down on him. He filled her
completely, and she closed her eyes, reveling in how her body
stretched to accommodate him in just the right way.

“
Come here.” His voice
hitched and he held his arms out to her.

“
No show tonight?” Again,
she gave in and lowered her body down on his.

“
I want to hold you.” He
wrapped his arms around her and found her lips.

Their bodies gyrated together. After their
time spent together, they knew how to tend to the other, make their
partner go wild, let their desire build at the perfect pace. His
kisses turned more passionate than ever, making her breathless and
dizzy.

All too soon, she found herself panting as
he thrust up into her. How the man always found the perfect spot
still amazed her. Soon, she would have no choice but to explode.
“Wilson.”

“
Let go. I’m there.” He
cupped her bottom and drove into her, his strokes more erratic, his
erection swelling.

“
Oh.” Her body tensed, and
she dug her nails into his shoulder. The build up was the best part
and the worst part. “Oh.”

“
I can’t hold back.” He
embedded himself inside her.

The combination of him throbbing inside her
and his deep kiss was her undoing, and in a rush she was pulsing in
time with him. Her orgasm reverberating throughout her being gave
her the most delightful shivers as her body clenched down on him,
refusing to let go of the source of pleasure.

“
Yes.” He held her close.
As their bodies came down from the high, he kissed her
lightly.

Ready to float away on a cloud, she went
limp. Today was a triumph. The soft opening was a success, Wilson’s
would be a success, and she was here and safe.

Carefully, he moved her to one side, gave
her another kiss and dealt with the condom. Not wanting to fall
asleep without him, she waited. Finally, he returned and as he did
every night, he gathered her up into his embrace and covered
them.

They lay together, his fingers playing with
her hair, his heartbeat acting as a lullaby.

“
Baby.” His voice came out
deep and laced with sleepiness.

“
Hmmm.” She hooked her leg
over his and settled down.

“
Thank you for everything
today.”

“
You’re welcome.” Sleep
wanted to find her.

“
You know what I was
thinking?” He tickled his hand down her arm, causing her to shiver
at the goose bumps he created.

Though her body protested, she managed to
move her head enough to glance up at him. “Tell me.”

“
We make an amazing team. I
think we got what it takes.” The bit of light in the room
illuminated his smile.

“
That goes without saying.”
She patted him and gave him a quick peck.

He pushed himself up a bit. “You know what
else goes without saying, but needs to be said?”

She shook her head.

“
I love you, and I always
want to be with you. You make me happy, I can only pray I do the
same for you.” Even in the darkness, she watched his eyes widen in
anticipation.

“
You make me so happy. I
love you too.” The words left her mouth before she even thought
about them.

“
I’m a lucky man.” He
pulled her closer and brushed his lips over hers. Once more, he got
them nestled in the bed. “I’ve been wanting to tell you, but
tonight felt right. With the business finally taking off and
everything, we’ll have a great life.”

No other life preserver an option, she held
on to him, lowered her head to his chest and lay without moving
while his breath evened out in peaceful sleep.

She stared into the darkness, taking in
outlines of all the items in the room. Is this how it started? An
“I love you” blurted in the heat of the moment, a life built? Once
it was built, it had no choice but to crumble, she had been taught
that lesson over and over again. The moral of the story was to have
fun.

Right?

She forced her eyes closed.

I LOVE YOU TOO.

For the umpteenth time that day, Giselle’s
words echoed through Wilson’s ears, warming him and making him
smile.

Once she returned, he wanted to hear her say
them again.

Truth be told, he wasn’t all that surprised
to find her gone when he woke up. No doubt the I love yous took her
by surprise, and knowing how she felt about commitment and
relationships, he figured she needed time to clear her head. He
simply needed to go about his day and trust she would return by
sunset.

After a fast breakfast, he spent the rest of
the morning cleaning up the bar. Following lunch, he sat down to
catch up on the news, but the moment he got ready to find any
trending stories on Wilson’s or his brother, he closed his laptop.
Without Giselle there making her little one-liners, he decided for
once in his life the news could wait, especially since it seemed
like he should discover anything about the bar with her.

Unspent energy building up inside him, he
dashed back upstairs and straightened up their room, hanging up the
clothes from the night before and tossing the appropriate ones in
the laundry. He even made the bed.

His whole schedule off by the absence of the
woman he loved, he found himself with an overabundance of time. He
wanted to call Giselle, text her and just have some sort of contact
with her, but like she promised she would return, he promised he
would let her be when she needed to think.

At hearing a knock downstairs, his heart
raced and he smiled. Giselle must have forgotten her keys again. He
flew downstairs and opened the back door to some dude in a green
uniform.

“
I have a delivery.” The
man held up a box.

Wilson didn’t remember expecting anything.
“What is it?”