9
Rachel wanted the ground to open and swallow her up. The red velvet carpet of Sheldon’s looked like a good place to hide from the glares and gloating looks she was getting from the patrons – was that the Joan Rivers lookalike Susan Mists looking at her?
Rachel had ordered chicken, salad, and wine. It was all nice and delicious but all she found herself reaching out for was wine and more wine. Nate was generous enough to order two bottles of red for her alone.
She could just see the tabloids: Rachel Rivers drowning in a river of red.
She didn’t care.
Actually, she did which was why she was trying to forget by drowning herself in the bottles of wine. Across her Nate ate slowly, chewing every bite and watching her intently. Between the glare directed at her by the same people she made enmity with on her climb to stardom and the direct look Nate was giving her, she didn’t know which she preferred. But she guessed she should be grateful that Nate’s presence with her put the enemies at bay.
After a while, Nate dropped his fork and took hold of her hand as she reached for more wine.
“That’s enough.”
She frowned drunkenly. Actually, she wasn’t drunk, days of drinking whiskey, wine and that strange thing in her cupboard made her immune to a mere 2 bottles of wine.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?” she slurred.
Nate’s hand on hers tightened. He regarded the woman before him. She was young and beautiful and yes she had gotten her fame quite early and easier than he had gotten his. His wealth was built on years of hard work and on the backbone of guts and perseverance but this was a woman who never had to struggle her whole life, or so he thought. He didn’t even have to try to ruin her life when she was already doing a good job of it herself. If his guess was right one or more major newspapers or magazines would be writing a solid article right about now.
Still…
“We are leaving.”
Holding firmly to her hand he pulled her to her feet. She staggered and leaned drunkenly on him. Her wild red hair was pulled into a tight bun that pulled the edges of her eyes up giving her a sexy, sultry look. The soft bun caressed his cheek as she fell heavily on him. He long to unwrap it, run his fingers through its thickness, and rub it all over his body.
His body was beginning to respond. He hadn’t expected her to drink herself to a stupor especially since he was hoping she would be of a clear mind before he drew up their contract.
Supporting her weight was effortless as he pulled her against him and helped her outside Sheldon’s. The security cameras were working. Good. The more eyes that saw, the better. He led her to the car and carefully deposited her into the back where she fell in a drunken undignified heap in the back. When he joined her she was trying in vain to pull the hem of her gown over her knees but her hands kept slipping. Eventually, she gave up and turned to him with a smile.
“Ridiculous uhn? My mom used to tell -,” she hiccupped and burped with a laugh. “tell me men weren’t impressed with a worldly woman.”
Her mother had probably told her that men weren’t supposed the look at her ankles too.
“Is that so?” he asked knocking on the partition dividing the driver’s space from the back where they were seated. “What else did she tell you?”
“That good girls go to heaven and bad boys take them to hell.”
He fought the urge to laugh.
When he tried to move her to a better sitting position the car lurched forward and she slumped against him unwittingly brushing his cock awake with her hand. Nate ground his teeth at the contact.
This wasn’t going the way he wanted. Sure he had planned to lure her in, after all when she was the pinnacle of everything righteous every media outlet had taken after her to make a mockery of everything he ever worked for even though all he ever did was help build the nation with his wealth. He hadn’t planned to find himself getting fascinated by her yet here he was wondering what she would look like subdued and submissive. He could take advantage of her and yet he pitied her. It was clear that she was starved of affection.
Rachel tried to sit upright and proceeded to dig her hand further into his crotch. Her eyes widened when she realized what she was doing but she didn’t withdraw her hand. She turned her soft brown eyes up to look at him. The car turned and almost she fell on him. Nate immediately reached for her.
The air in the car seemed to have been sucked out. Rachel tried to breathe but it was hard to remember what breathing felt like when she was lost in the storm of his eyes.
“Will you kiss me?” she asked softly.
“No.”
She frowned but in the next breath let out a sigh when his hand flew to her breasts. Gripping her left breast in his hand he kneaded the soft mound. Her eyes widened further and she let out a soft sigh. She was still strewn carelessly on the seat with him half leaning against her when he had tried to help her sit up. Shifting his position so that his lower body was covering hers he pressed the soft flesh even harder. She gasped, her small hand flying up to stay his. But he gripped it with his other hand and forced it down.
“Please,” she cried enjoying the way her nipples responded to him the more he squeezed. Her voice was the catalyst he needed to rip the high neckline of her gown down so that her lacy black bra was exposed. Nate sucked in a long breath and counted ten to restrain himself. Who knew the prim, modest Rachel Rivers had such delectable, pretty breasts?
Her soft mounds rode high on the half cups of her lacy bra. When he looked into her eyes she was watching him.
“I want to suck your nipples,” he said.
He wasn’t asking but she found herself nodding.
“And I want you to watch me.”
Her treacherous body was loving this. Moisture pooled between her legs, wetting the seat of her panties. She squeezed her legs together to reduce the throb of her clitoris but that further heightened her arousal.
Rachel shook her head. “No no…no, I can’t watch you.” She was tipsy but she knew what was happening. She never did anything like this but the alcohol gave her such a boost of courage that it was hard to think for a second.
“You will.”
Not a request but an order. Nate reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra. Sliding his fingers beneath the loose piece of clothing he slid his fingers gently on her soft skin until his fingers were resting beneath the rise of her breasts. Holding her gaze, he slid his hands up again and dropped the straps down her shoulders. Her dark nipples came into view. His eyes fixed on them a moment before he held her gaze again, leaned forward, and tugged her right nipple into his mouth.
Rachel let out a cry that was immediately muffled when the driver turned on the radio.
“Moan louder for me,” Nate commanded tugging her nipple with his teeth. It hurt but in a way that had her wriggling against him wanting more. When she closed her eyes to enjoy the feel of his wet tongue on her flesh he withdrew.
Rachel opened her eyes and whimpered wanting more.
“Keep your eyes open, you understand?”
She nodded. She would keep her eyes open if he would continue giving her nipples the attention they craved.
Angling himself over her for better access Nate sucked her nipple again in a strong sucking motion. She cried out. Every nerve cell in her body – heightened by the dullness of her mind thanks to the alcohol – was tingling with pleasure.
He turned to her other nipple and suck hard on it, holding her gaze with those mysterious dark eyes. Rachel couldn’t breathe. She wanted to close her eyes and lose herself in the sensations but if she closed her eyes he would surely stop and she didn’t want that.
Nate let go of her nipple with a wet pop sound then dabbed his tongue over it. She bit her lip. His gaze followed it.
“Are you wearing your socks again?”
She was wearing sheer pantyhose that weren’t noticeable. She nodded.
“I want to fuck you in them.”
He leaned back long enough to press the button on his side of the armrest to talk to the driver.
“Drive home.”
