a smile that he hid behind his glass of wine. Orlovsky was looking around the room as though suddenly realizing they weren't in his office. “Well—yes. Your woman has an excellent point,” he said to Christian. “Why don't I have my secretary fax the signed documents to you in the morning?”
Grace shook her head as the two men shook hands and said their goodbyes. As soon as she was out of sight, she turned to Christian. “That was ridiculous!” she said. “You could tell as soon as you met with the man that he was already on board with whatever documents you had already sent to him; he was just trying to push your boundaries.”
“True,” Christian agreed. “You said you were a secretary? I may need you to take over that position for me; you've got a good eye.” He shrugged. “Orlovsky's only test was really seeing if I'd show up here tonight. It's his party; my being here gives him bragging rights over most of the town since I don't usually come out for these sorts of galas. So yes, his mind was made up the moment he saw me walk in that door.”
Grace rolled her eyes. “Men!” she muttered. She was smiling though. “Let's forget about work then, hmm? We've got all weekend together now, right?”
Christian chuckled. “That we do,” he agreed.
They didn't stay too long at the party, though; after only a couple hours, Christian led her back out to the limo where Pearson was waiting to take them home. Christian began loosening his tie almost as soon as they were out the door…but there were other parts of his attire that he really needed to loosen.
As soon as they were in the limo, he straddled Grace, enjoying the way her hands fell automatically to his hips to shift him closer. He kissed her heatedly even as the limo was just pulling away from the curb.
“You have no idea how badly I wanted you in there,” he said, voice rough with desire. “Seeing you like that, flirting with everyone and charming all? You were perfect, absolutely perfect.”
Grace grinned crookedly and pulled him in for another kiss, feeling exhilarated. “I can't believe I did so well either,” she confessed. “I kept expecting to feel scared, but with you there with me...” She trailed off, shrugging, as words escaped her. It was too difficult to focus on what she was saying when Christian was grinding needfully against her, his erection pushing at her clit through the layers of clothing.
She reached down between the two of them and easily opened the button on the man's slacks so she could slide her hand down inside his boxers and get a hand on his desperate dick. Christian groaned, dropping his head down on her shoulder. “You have no idea how good that feels,” he mumbled against the side of her neck, unable to keep himself from rocking his hips forward into her waiting grip. “Shit.”
“Were you thinking dirty thoughts about me in there?” Grace asked, voice playful.
Christian let out a wordless noise of affirmation and struggled to sit up. “Was thinking about how good you taste,” he answered, punctuating his words with a drawn-out kiss. “Was thinking about how much I like your breasts,” he continued, beginning to slowly unzip the back of her dress and helping her to remove the material so he could kiss her soft skin.
“Was thinking about how much I wanted your hands on me,” Grace confessed, looking shyly up at him.
Christian shook his head and began stripping them both, heedless of the fact that they'd reach their destination in only another minute or two. He couldn't wait that long, not with this beautiful vixen here in front of him, waiting for him to pleasure them both. “You're going to be the death of me,” he groaned.
Grace laughed musically and slid her dress off the rest of the way, stretching pornographically and relaxing back against the seat. “Oh?” she asked, all traces of shyness gone. “Well, that's a shame.”
“I don't even know who you are,” Christian mumbled, covering