The Perfect Plans Series [Box Set] (31 page)

Turning, I take in The Embassy. It’s as unique as The Wellington Club, offering its own eclectic charm with its splash of retro décor and slight modern edginess. The patriotic Union Jack flag and street art donning several walls highlight a poetic allure. It’s a small venue, filled to capacity. There must be hundreds of people in attendance, all awaiting a private showing of Imagine Dragons.

“How are you fairing in your flat?” Mo retrieves my attention.

“Wonderfully, thank you,” I look towards him, smiling. “Amira was so kind to let me sublet. I can’t thank her enough . . . and Alex, of course.”

“Alex can be very persuasive when he puts his mind to something,” Mo smiles at him, patting him on the back, his eyes flickering a glint of amusement.

My eyebrows peak with interest. Taking them in, Alex rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, Mo,” he shoves him playfully. “Let’s go get a drink, Aby.” Sliding his fingers in mine, he leads me through the throng of mingling guests to an opening at the bar, placing our orders for two Heinekens.

“What was that all about?”

“Nothing worth mentioning. Mo just likes to get me riled up.” He hands me my drink.

Though my curiosity is killing me, I shrug it off, taking a sip of my beer, my eyes closing in enjoyment. Opening them, I find Alex grinning at me, his blue eyes dancing in devilish delight.

“Good drink?”

“Mmmm . . . amazing,” I smile, absentmindedly resting my hand on his firm chest. “I’ve been looking forward to this event all day, it’s very exciting. You’ve been keeping me well entertained of late.”

“I happen to be a fan of your entertainment as well,” he simpers, pulling me close, bending to nuzzle my neck. The feel of his warm breath on my skin ignites my blood.

“Behave yourself, Mr. Tate. We’re in public.” Smacking his chest lightly, I push away, taking a quick scan of the people around us.

“I want you no matter where we are,” he pulls my gaze, holding it. “You make me want to do crazy things, Abigail Ryan.” His sexual innuendo sends a hot blast of desire coursing through my body, his fuck-me smirk dazzling me, pulling my eyes to his perfect mouth. Lifting his beer to his lips, I swear I see his tongue dart out to lick the bottle’s rim, my gaze flashing back to his. It’s filled with mischief.
He’s playing with me.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, big guy.”

Releasing a low growl, he steps towards me, halting his impending attack at the approach of Mo and a few others. His molten gaze remains locked on mine momentarily before he turns to greet his friends, a smile plastered on his face as though he wasn’t just about to pounce.

How he switches gears so effectively is beyond me. I guess that’s why he’s a famous actor. I, on the other hand, know that my cheeks are likely pink in shade, and have to try my hardest to control my breathing.
Damn him and what he does to me.

MY FACE ALMOST hurts from smiling so much. Alex’s friends seem to be wonderful people. I feel completely part of the crew with their constant attention and friendly demeanors. Alex, of course, has been domineered by one friend after another, sometimes being led off in conversation, leaving me to fend for myself amongst the group. But it’s absolutely fine. The company is much better than our last outing—the lacking presence of the
Fuck-me Twins
making it all the more enjoyable. I’m rather overjoyed that Catty Anastasia and Touchy Drizella aren’t on the guest list, having had my fill of them this week. I also note that Ben isn’t here. Which is surprising. I would have expected him to be.

Taking a moment to glance around the room in search of Alex, I find him engrossed in conversation across the bar. Watching him in action with his captivatingly gorgeous smile is addictive, a desire to rip his clothes off ever-present in my mind. We’re so very compatible that way, our need for each other a constant hurdle. Particularly when we’re out in public.

“Be careful, should a brisk breeze come by, you’ll be stuck like that.”

“Huh?” I turn, taking in Mo’s smiling eyes.

“You have a little drool right there,” he gestures towards the corner of his mouth. Offering him a deer in the headlights expression, he chuckles, gently nudging my shoulder, “I’m kidding, Aby. It’s perfectly acceptable to ogle Alex from across the room.”

“Well, it’s kinda hard not to,” I shrug my shoulders, laughing.

“Yeah, he’s a pretty bitch, isn’t he? He’s not my type though. I prefer skinny and a little shorter. And female,” he winks. “You know I’m just teasing you right? It’s a habit of mine.”

“I did notice that. In fact, one particular tease stood out for me tonight.”

“Oh yeah, which one?” He takes a drink of his Guinness.

“The reference of Alex being very persuasive when he puts his mind to something . . . I’m curious what you meant by that.”

Laughing, he raises his palms, feigning innocence, “Habitual teaser, yes. Shit disturber, not so much.”

“You think it’s something that would upset me?” I question, slightly alarmed with curiosity.

“You? Nah. But Alex might use those pretty arms of his to ring my neck if I spilled the beans,” he laughs. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” he reassures me, taking in my slight unease. “But you’ll have to charm it out of pretty-boy. I may tease, but I can’t be squeezed,” he smiles with a playful wink.

Hmmm . . .
Well, I’m just going to have to squeeze it out of pretty-boy himself.
Pursing my lips, I shake my head, imagining the many fun ways I could go about doing just that.

The abrupt sound of applause jars my attention, pulling my gaze towards the small stage at the back of the bar, Imagine Dragons making their entrance. Absentmindedly, I join in, clapping, glancing around quickly in search of Alex once more. He’s no longer standing where I spotted him last.

The crowded club slowly silences to the band’s introduction, welcoming everyone to the private showing before setting up at their respective instruments, and I finally spot Alex through the throng of people. Leaning casually against the bar, he’s staring directly towards me, his eyes filled with hunger. A hunger so passionate, paired with the melodic extended intro of Imagine Dragons’
Radioactive,
it stirs a rippling flutter in my belly, and an intense moistness to pool between my legs.

His gaze caresses my body from his distance at the bar, the licking of his lips so carnal and suggestive, I feel the pang deep in my womb. I’m inundated with desire, an overwhelming need to feel his hands on my body, our magnetic pull to each other amongst the crowded club undeniable.

The cocktail of his hungry stare amid the sensual beat of my favorite song plague me relentlessly. Never before have I felt such an intense rush of sexual yearning in the middle of a public venue. His lustful blue eyes are scorching me, leaving me breathless as I watch him fluidly make his way around the occupied tables separating us. Maneuvering his way towards me, he sidetracks standing patrons effortlessly, his eyes clearly announcing his intent, never leaving mine. He’s consuming me. Captivating me. And I’m mesmerized.

Losing my breath in the quickening of my heartbeat, I stare up into his eyes as he reaches me, his beautiful face etched with yearning, his jaw flexing in that oh so sexy way. He’s a beacon of intent sexuality.

I’m unable to speak. But no words are required as we stare transfixed into each other’s eyes.

Sliding his fingers down my goose-fleshed arm, he gently grabs my hand, sending an electric spark down my core with his quick tug, pulling me up. He leads me in the direction of the main stage, curving our way around the surrounding tables, past Imagine Dragons to a doorway on the side. Unconsciously, I peer over my shoulder towards the oblivious crowd, following him obediently—my needy body laced with anticipation.

Turning as we enter the darkened hallway, we find our seclusion in the galley directly behind the stage. Alex stops abruptly, pushing me back against the concrete wall. Reflexively, I brace myself in the momentum, feeling the abrasive cold coarseness against my heated fingertips. The thick velvety stage curtain brushes my shoulder, sending a delicious shiver coursing through me at the realization that it’s the only barrier effectively protecting us from view.

His body surrounds me, pinning me back against the wall, its cold concrete tantalizing my overheated skin. We’re surrounded by darkness in our curtained cocoon, the sporadic flashing lights from beyond the velvet drapes, timed beautifully with the intense beat of the song, revealing flashes of his glorious silhouette.

I want this man, right here, right now. My senses are intoxicated as we lose ourselves in our risqué refuge, shielded from the unknowing crowd. An anxious lustful yearning transforms me into a ball of sexual need. My heart beats faster with each increased bass of the drums so close, my body pulsing down to the pooled wetness in my thong.

Crushing his mouth to mine in a furious display of lips and tongue, he grips my nape, his fingers lacing through my long hair, angling my head for his devouring. His fervor is matched by the increased crescendo of the song, his breaths quickening, his hands grabbing, tugging and pulling with his fuelled desire.

I wrap myself around him, giving in to my equally licentious want, invading his mouth, pushing my tongue against his, tasting him, consuming him. I want this man. I
need
this man. I don’t care where we are or who may be watching.

Sliding his grip down my waist, along my hips, I moan at the knowledge of his destination, my wetness coating my thong, soaking it further. Uncontrollably, my greedy hands travel across the width of his broad shoulders. My fingertips find their way into his hair, drawn by the electrical pull of his tense, needy body, wrenching him closer as though he were my lifeline.

Running his hand along the inside of my thigh, caressing aggressively beneath my skirt, he brushes against my soaked thong. The slight touch of his fingers on my quivering pussy releases my moan, a guttural longing cry through our entangled lips, my readiness for him so intense he could simply slide his cock deep inside in one easy stroke.

Branding me his, he cups my core in his palm—a declaration of ownership that sends me shuddering uncontrollably in his arms. Deftly, he moves my thong aside, sliding along my wetness before filling me full with his fingers, rousing an escaped throaty whimper of cavernous yearning, an unspoken wanting consent that seeps from my swollen lips between our frenzied enrapture of kisses.

Curling his fingers, deeply filling me, he maintains a steady pace, pushing in and out of my slick core in rhythm to the music’s beat, maintaining a sensual pressure on the sweet spot deep inside. He runs his thumb along my clit simultaneously in a slow circular motion, my hips gyrating into him with uncontrolled eagerness. I’m lost in crazed erotica. Moaning in desperation, I claw at his shoulders, tugging at the collar of his white dress shirt, triggering the deepening push of his fingers, a quickened stroking of my clit.

Devouring my lips as though he can’t get enough, the heady cocktail of his want pushes me dangling over the edge. My pussy convulses in earnest around his thick fingers, orgasm only a breath away. I shudder uncontrollably, my desire soaking his palm. With a final push of his enticing fingers I scream, my body writhing in intense orgasm, my elicited shriek swallowed by the echoed reverberation of the band and its loud pounding bass.

Panting in sexual satisfaction, I try aimlessly to control my breathing. My sated body sags limply against him, shaking uncontrollably from the after-effects of a mind-blowing climax. The euphoria of the melody is as intoxicating as his tantalizing firmness at my quivering sex, his hard cock freed in an earnest maneuvering at the front of his pants.

His strong hands curl under my thighs, pulling me upwards against the wall, my legs wrapping securely around him. “Fuck,” he groans, pushing inside me in one fluid movement, my body’s carnal desire reawakening around his fullness with a released inaudible cry.

The overwhelming bass of the song rumbles like a chant in my ear as the pumps of his hips increase, thrusting into me with relentless need. The feel of his teeth against my neck, a small nip to my skin, heightens the fire in my core as I peak once more. His final thrusts tear through me before he stills, his body shuddering in the grips of his climax.

Wow. Holy shit that was incredible,
I bask in the moment, lost in his hold, our bodies shaking amid labored breaths, the sheen of our sweat-beaded skin evident between the intermittent flashes of the stage lighting.

The music fades, our sexually illicit song coming to a close as
Demons
takes its place. Slowly, Alex returns me to my feet, securing himself back into his pants in a rustle of movement. Imagining I must look quite a sight, I adjust my dress in the darkness.
Does the term rode hard and put away wet mean anything to you?
—my inner actress lights a cigarette.

With a soft kiss, he lingers momentarily at my lips before taking my hand, giving it a quick gentle squeeze, directing us out of our private seclusion.
I can’t believe we just did that!
Walking back into the bar, I’m thoroughly pleased to see the patrons not paying us any mind, their gazes remaining locked towards the band on stage.