Chapter 63: Renee

Celia James wasn’t exactly who I’d been expecting when Aaron spoke about his possible agent, but here she was, all in her glory with her long-ass legs and ample bosom, flashing a row of pearly white, straight teeth at my boyfriend.

I hated her already.

But regardless of my feelings, I was here to support Aaron, and that’s exactly what I was going to do.

“Your man here is very talented,” Celia says, batting her fake lashes at Aaron. “When Malcolm called and told me about his work, I was intrigued. As soon as I met him I knew he was something special.”

I forced a smile that I hoped looked sincere and glanced at Aaron, whose cheeks and neck were flushed with embarrassment. I always loved how humble he was, but tonight, I wanted to throttle Celia James for making him blush like that.

Damn, what was my problem?

“He’s amazing,” I agreed. “I’ve always known his talent was indescribable.” I took Aaron’s hand in mine, squeezing it, then stepped towards him until our hips were attached.

“I’ll tell you what,” Celia said, rummaging through her purse for a pen and business card. She scribbled something on the card and handed it to Aaron. “I’d like to represent you. I think we could go far together.”

“I—I’d really like that,” Aaron said, glancing sideways at me. I hoped that the smile I had plastered on my face was genuine and that it didn’t look like I wanted to scratch Celia’s eyes out. I was happy for Aaron, but I didn’t like the way she was looking at him. Like a wildcat stalking her meal.

I was relieved when Celia shook Aaron’s hand and excused herself. By now, the gala was winding down. We’d been here for hours, and it was getting late. I could only assume that Jake and Matt had left already because I couldn’t spot them anywhere in the crowd.

“Are you ready to go home?” Aaron whispered in my ear, making me shiver with pleasure. I wasn’t sure if it was my jealousy towards Celia, the buzz from the champagne, or maybe a little bit of both, but suddenly I wanted to devour him.

“Come on,” I said gently, leading Aaron towards the elevator. “Let’s ditch this joint.”

We step inside, just the two of us, and as the elevator jolts and begins to move, I reach out and push the emergency stop button. The elevator stutters to a stop, and as Aaron opens his mouth to ask why, I wheel in his direction and plant my lips on his, closing my eyes, and drawing him against my body. Aaron moaned as he kissed me back, one hand reaching up to tangle it in my hair. His erection grows, pressing against my lower stomach, and heat rushes to my skin.

Aaron’s tongue searches my mouth as I unbutton his slacks, letting them fall to his feet. But before I can pleasure him like I planned to do, he hikes my dress up around my hips and pushes me against the elevator wall, hoisting me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist. I’m wet for him, my body hot and flushed and begging for the sensation of him inside me. Aaron teases me for a moment, his lips kissing my neck, and my chest, one hand roaming over my breast, pinching the nipples until I’m hard for him. Then, just when I think I might not survive the teasing, he thrust into me, burrowing deep inside, filling me completely.

A wail of ecstasy escaped me, and I dropped my head back against the wall as Aaron pulled out completely and then pushed back in. My limbs were on fire. My skin tingled with anticipation. I bit my lip to keep from screaming his name, running my fingers through his dark hair. Behind Aaron, I caught sight of us in the elevator mirror, and watching him fuck me only drove me further into oblivion. I met his lips once more as he continued to ravage me, slipping my tongue between his lips, exploring his body with my free hands.

“Fuck,” I moaned, and this drove Aaron deeper, faster. I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “Harder. Don’t stop, Aaron. Please. Fuck me harder!”

He obliged, filling me up until I was sure I would burst. I was nearing climax, and the burning sensation in my groin and limbs intensified as Aaron pushed inside me one last time until an orgasm rolled over me, taking me in its grip, a cocoon of pure ecstasy.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, and he nodded in agreement, panting, as he lowered my trembling legs to the floor. Before either of us could say another word, I dropped to my knees in the dress and wrapped my lips around his pulsating cock, tasting him. Aaron moaned and threw his head back, hand once more tangled in my hair, directing me with a force that made the cum between my legs drip even heavier. After a minute or so he reached climax, and I swallowed his seed, relishing in the way his cock responded to my touch.

“Shit,” Aaron said after a moment, reaching down to pull me to my feet. I hadn’t even noticed that sometime during our fuck, the elevator had begun moving again, and before either of us could wrap our heads around that, the doors opened with a ding onto the first floor, and a small crowd of people stood there waiting to get on, their eyes on us as I scrambled to my feet and Aaron briskly buttoned his pants.

“Excuse us,” I said, trying not to giggle as we pushed past the crowd of snickering, horrified people and linked arms on our way out the door. I glanced back over my shoulder with a pleasant wave. “Have a good night,” I called to the onlookers. Then I turned back to Aaron and whispered in his ear, “We certainly did.”