WMIS 03 Play With Me (30 page)

I
push one of the earrings with my index finger, watching it dangle along my jaw
line, then turn in Will’s arms, loop my arms around his neck and kiss him,
softly, thoroughly. He rests his hands on my hips and patiently lets me explore
his lips with my own until I back away and grin shyly up at him.

“Thank
you.”

* *
*

The
ball is exactly what I expected. We are at a posh hotel in downtown Seattle,
surrounded by gorgeous people, tall flutes of champagne, tiny bits of food
being passed around on silver platters and lots and lots of money.

It
looks exactly the way it does in the movies.

Surprisingly,
I’m not nervous. Jules was right, I rarely have stage fright, and I’m
completely comfortable with Will at my side, his hand resting on the small of
my back. He’s charming, talks easily with everyone who stops him, but makes
sure that he always knows where I am, who I’m with, or draws me into the
conversation.

Will
and I wander through the silent auction room, looking through all of the items
up for bid. There is everything from spa days to art work to a week in Italy.
When Will sees the week in Italy, he looks down at me with a wide grin.

“Ever
been to Italy?”

“Uh,
no.”

“Wanna
go?” He offers me that cocky side grin, the one that used to make me roll my
eyes, and I laugh.

“Yes,
Will, I want to go to Italy.” I shake my head and take a sip of champagne.

“Okay,”
he shrugs and grabs the pen, writes down his name and a very, very large sum of
money to place his bid.

“Holy
shit!” I whisper to him.

“What?”
His eyes are wide, brows raised. “You said you want to go.”

“Well,
of course I
want
to, Will, but I didn’t think you’d actually bid on it.”

“You
confuse me,” he frowns down at me. “If you want to go to Italy, I’ll take you.”

“Just
like that?” I ask.

“Just
like that.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips and guides me down to the next
item up for auction. We come to a signed jersey of Will’s and I gasp.

“When
did you donate this?”

He
shrugs and looks down at the bids, then smirks. “I don’t know, not long after
they sent the invitation. Some idiot has bid ten grand on this thing already.”

“I
wonder how much I could get for the ones I sleep in on eBay?” I ponder, taking
a sip of my champagne, making Will laugh.

“Gonna
start selling all my shit now?” he asks and leads me out of the room. He’s bid
on the trip to Italy, a weekend in Mexico, and another week in Hawaii.
Apparently he plans to travel a lot this year.

“Maybe,”
I shrug. “Could be a good side business.”

“Now
I’m just a side business. You wound me, babe.”

He
leads me laughing out into the main ballroom where there is a band playing
classic hits, like
It Had To Be You
and
Fly Away
and Will sweeps
me into his arms and across the dance floor, holding me close, looking down
into my eyes.

Wow,
he’s a good dancer.

“You
move very well,” I remark. He just shrugs and smiles and pulls me closer.

“You
fit well, right here.”

“Hmm,”
I agree and smile up at him, lost in his blue eyes. It’s as though we’re the
only two in the room. “This is fun.”

“Do
you know any of the people here from the hospital?” he asks.

“No,”
I shake my head and look around. “I know some of the faces, but these people
are way above my pay grade.”

“You
do look beautiful tonight,” Will murmurs.

“Thank
you. So do you.”

“I
hate dressing up,” he grins and shrugs. “But if I get to have you with me
looking like this, it’s worth it.”

“Cheeky
bastard,” I mutter and kiss his chest through his white shirt.

“Ladies
and gentleman,” An older man takes the stage, looking distinguished in his
formal tux, gray hair slicked back. “Before we wrap things up for the night, I
want to announce the winners of the silent auction.”

We
stop where we are on the dance floor, arms wrapped around each other, and
listen to Mr. Richards, the CEO of Children’s read the highest bidders. The
winners whoop and applaud excitedly. When he gets to the trip to Italy, he
announces Will’s name.

“Holy
crap!” I look up at him with wide eyes, and he winks down at me.

“Looks
like we’re going to Italy in the spring,” he says with a grin.

We’re
going to Italy in the spring!

Will
also wins the weekend in Mexico, but the week in Hawaii goes to another of his
teammates.

“Thank
you, everyone for bidding,” Mr. Richards continues. “And, it’s my honor to
announce that you have raised more than three million dollars tonight for our
hospital.”

The
room erupts in applause and I can’t help the wide grin on my face. This is
fantastic! Oh, the things we can do with that money.

Will
is smiling down at me, enjoying my reaction. “I think this just became an
annual event for us,” he murmurs.

I
look up in surprise.
He’s plans on being with me in a year!

“Are
you ready to get out of here?” He asks.

“Yes.”
His eyes heat. He takes my hand in his, laces our fingers and leads me to the
doors. “Don’t you have to say goodbye to some people?”

“No.”

“Why
are you suddenly in such a hurry?” I ask with a breathless laugh.

He
stops and turns to me, pulling me against his hard body, and leans down so he
can whisper in my ear, “I’m in a hurry to get you home, out of this sexy as
fuck dress, and bury myself in you for the better part of the night. Is that
okay with you?”

“Um,
yeah. That works.”

He
leads me out to the valet, hands the man his ticket and we’re quiet while we
wait for the car.

“What
are you humming?” Will asks.

“I
was humming?”

“Yeah,
what was it?”

“I
didn’t realize I was.” I shake my head and smile up at him. “It was probably
the song Jules asked me to sing at the reception.”

“You’re
singing at the reception?” His eyebrows climb into his hairline in surprise.

“Yeah,
she begged. It was embarrassing. I put her out of her misery.” I wave him off
and laugh. “It’s hard to tell her no when she gives me shoes like these.” I
pull my skirt up so he can see my amazing Louboutins.

“Dear
God, those have been under there all night?”

“Yep,”
I smile smugly.

“What
else do you have under there?”

I
purse my lips and tilt my head like I’m thinking really, really hard. “It’s
hard to remember. I’m prone to amnesia these days.”

The
valet pulls up with the car, and Will holds the passenger door open for me,
then hops in and takes off toward home.

God,
I effing love this car.

I
reach over and untie his bowtie, letting it hang onto his chest, and unbutton
the top two buttons of his shirt.

“Thank
you,” he sighs. “Damn monkey suit.”

“You
look hot in that monkey suit,” I remind him.

He
grins over at me, then lets his eyes wander down my dress. “That dress is
perfect on you.”

“I’m
surprised Jules had something that fits me so well. She and I are built
differently.”

“She
just probably hadn’t had time to have it tailored yet,” he shrugs. He’s
probably right.

And
I decide to play with him.

“Gosh,
it’s hot in here,” I say innocently, my eyes wide, and start hiking my skirt up
with my fingers, pulling it until it’s gathered around my thighs, just above
where my blush-colored thigh-highs attach to the matching garter.

“Holy
fuck,” he whispers.

“Keep
your eyes on the road,” I suggest and bite my lip.

“Pull
your dress down, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“Because
I can’t drive with you sitting there like that,” he growls, making me laugh.

I
leave the skirt where it is, lean back in the seat, spread my thighs, and run
my fingertips up the insides of my legs. “Hmmm.”

“Are
you trying to kill us?”

“No,
this just feels good. These stockings are silk.” I look over at him and grin.
“Can you imagine how they’ll feel wrapped around your waist?”

“Sonofabitch,”
he whispers as if he’s in pain and steps on the gas harder, propelling us down
the freeway.

I
move my fingers up higher on my thighs until I’m touching my pussy, and I
squirm. Suddenly, Will reaches over, grabs my hand and pulls it up to his lips,
kisses it and keeps it in his lap, not taking his eyes off the road.

“If
you don’t stop,” he says softly, “I will wreck this car. I’m not kidding.”

I
slide my hand away from him and grin sassily. “Then don’t watch.”

I
resume playing with myself, circling my clit with one hand and pushing two
fingers into my wetness with the other. I bite my lip and groan.

“Fuck,
that’s hot.” Will’s voice is steel. I look up at him and his jaw is clenched,
hands fisted on the wheel. He glances down to watch me pleasure myself, and
then looks me in the eye.

“Lick
your fingers.”

I
do as I’m told and lick my own sweet essence from my fingers, then stick them
back inside me, watching him watch me.

“Fuck,
babe, I’m gonna come.”

“Do
not make yourself come.”

“What?”

“I
want to do that.”

“Then
here,” I grab his hand and pull it between my legs, and he gladly rubs my clit,
over my metal, pushing it against my clit.

“Oh,
Fuck.” I come apart, pushing against our hands, and cry out his name as the
orgasm pushes through me.

He
grins down at me wolfishly as he pulls through the gate and into his garage.
Not waiting for him to open the door, I climb out and he’s suddenly beside me,
pulling me into the house, through the kitchen and into the living room that
looks out onto the sound.

It’s
dark in the house, the only light coming in through the floor to ceiling
windows facing the water. Lights twinkle at us from the islands across the way.

We
stand here, for a moment, in the moonlight, looking at each other. His blue
eyes reflect the light and shine with love and carnal lust, and I know they
reflect my own.

“So
beautiful.” He slides a finger into the neckline of my dress and drags it
against my skin, following the hemline. “You were wonderful tonight.”

His
voice is soft, seductive. I don’t know what to say, so I just watch him seduce
me. He steps closer to me, so he’s only a few inches away and wraps his arms
around me to pull the zipper of my dress down, then pulls it down my arms, over
my breasts, and lets it pool at my feet.

“Dear
God,” he whispers, his eyes wide, as he takes in my blush-colored corset,
garter and stockings.

I’m
not wearing panties, as usual.

He
swallows hard. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know that this was under that
dress.”

“Why,”
I whisper.

“Because
I would have locked us in a bathroom and stripped you naked and kept you to
myself all night. My God, Megan, you’re stunning.”

I
smile shyly and push his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms and lay it
nicely on the end of the couch. He’s started to pant, his hands are in fists at
his sides, and it’s killing him not to just pull me to him and ravage me.

But
tonight isn’t the night for that. We both feel it.

I
carefully unbutton his shirt, unfasten his cuff-links, and let the shirt fall
to the floor, then make quick work of his pants as well until he’s standing
before me completely naked, hard and ready.

“I
love your body,” I murmur.

“Megan,”
not able to hold back any longer, he pulls me to him, sinks his hands in my
hair and kisses me with all he’s got, tangling our tongues, biting my lips,
devouring me.

When
we’re completely gasping for breath, he nibbles his way along my jaw line to my
ear and nuzzles one of my diamond earrings with his nose.

“You
need to keep the earrings and the stockings on, babe.”

“Okay.”

He
spins me around and unlaces the corset, slowly, pulling the laces through the
loops until it falls forward into my arms. He reaches around and cups my
breasts in his hands, massaging and soothing them from being bound so tightly,
and I moan in appreciation.

“Feel
good?” he asks.

“Mmm.”

“Oh,
baby, the things I want to make you feel tonight.”