One Night in London (7 page)

“I don’t want to.” My lips traveled down the side of her neck.

“You have to.” She tilted her head to the side.

“But I don’t.”

Lifting my hands out of the water, I slid them up her shirt and grabbed hold of her breasts. She moaned as I pulled the cups of her bra down, and my fingers played with her nipples.

“I bet your sweet pussy is dripping wet right now.”

“No. It’s not,” she moaned as my hands kneaded her breasts and my tongue slid across her shoulder.

“I guess I’ll have to see for myself.”

Removing one hand from her breast, I slid it down the front of the black leggings she was wearing until I reached her wet opening.

“Ah. I was right,” I whispered in her ear as I dipped my finger inside her and she threw her head back with a light moan. “I want to fuck you, Chloe Kane. Right here, right now. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she panted as my finger explored her.

I turned her around, and our lips met and our tongues were reunited. Taking down her leggings and panties, I broke our kiss and lifted off her shirt so she stood there in nothing but her bra. Sliding my tongue down her chest to her taut torso, I lowered myself to my knees and slowly devoured her. Her fingers tangled through my hair as she thrust her hips forward, moaning in ecstasy. Her legs started to shake as her body gave way to her first orgasm of the night.

“Oh. My. God,” she panted.

Licking my way up her, I smashed my mouth against hers as I picked her up and set her on the edge of the counter.

“I’m fucking you right here first.” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a condom.

“Okay,” she spoke with bated breath as she lifted off my shirt.

With the edge of the condom wrapper in my mouth, I hurried and took down my pants, undid her bra, and threw it across the kitchen. Ripping open the wrapper, I removed the condom and slid it over my throbbing cock. Grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to the edge, I thrust inside her while her legs wrapped themselves tightly around my waist. Seizing her mouth with my lips, I kissed her hard, almost as hard as my cock was thrusting in and out of her. High-pitched moans escaped both of us as she reached down and placed both her hands firmly on my ass, pushing me in deeper until my entire length was buried inside her.

“Fuck, Chloe,” I breathlessly spoke.

I lifted her from the counter, still buried inside her, and carried her over to the couch.

“Turn around and get on your knees,” I commanded as I pulled out of her.

She did and grasped the back of the couch as I took her from behind, moving in and out of her with swift, long strokes.

“Do you like it this way?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“Very much.”

“How about when I do this?” I reached in front of her and pressed my fingers against her clit.

“YES,” she squealed.

Grabbing hold of her hair, I pulled her head back.

“Give me those beautiful lips of yours.”

She turned her head and our mouths met. When I nipped at her bottom lip, her moans became louder.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Good, because I’m ready to come with you.”

I could feel her pussy swell around my cock as she was about to come. The pleasure was pure and raw and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Sebastian,” she yelled out.

One last deep thrust and I exploded. She lowered her head as she tried to regain her breath and I held tightly onto her hips as I pressed my lips against her back. Pulling out of her, I disposed of the condom, picked up the blanket she had sitting in the corner, and wrapped it around us as I sat down next to her, pulling her into me.

“That was some reunion.”

“It sure was,” she spoke as her finger ran across my chest.

“Tell me more about you.”

“What do you want to know?” She looked up at me.

“Everything. How are you going to tell the guy you’re seeing that you fucked another man?”

She laughed. “You know damn well I’m not seeing anyone.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it. Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

She got up from the couch. “I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later, she returned, wearing a black satin short robe.

“I’m going to grab us some wine before I get into that story.” She smiled.

Getting up from the couch, I pulled on my underwear and my pants. When she emerged from the kitchen, she handed me a glass of wine and took a seat next to me.

“When I arrived in London, my boyfriend back in California and I had been broken up for two weeks. We had dated for nine months. He took me to a fancy restaurant, where I was sure he was going to ask me to move in with him, but instead, he told me he was gay.”

“Are you serious?” I asked in shock.

“Yep. One hundred percent. But we’re really close friends now. He’s a great guy and besides Sienna, he’s one of my best friends.”

“Well, that’s good that you remained friends with him. I didn’t know you lived in California.”

“Yeah. I actually just moved back here a couple of months ago. I worked at the other gallery that Connor and Ellery own in Los Angeles. I started out here as an intern for them and he moved me there as an assistant curator. Then, he moved me back here when he offered me the managing job at the new gallery.”

“Remind me to thank him the next time I see him.”

“How about you? Your parents must be very proud of your accomplishments.”

I took in a sharp breath. Discussing my past wasn’t an option. Not even with her.

“Of course they are. Listen, I better get going. I have to fly out to Minneapolis tomorrow for a meeting.”

“On a Sunday?” she asked as she looked up at me.

Reaching down, my lips gently brushed against hers.

“Yes, on a Sunday. Unfortunately, my work is seven days a week.”

She sat up and took a sip of her wine as I got up from the couch and finished getting dressed.

“Can I have your phone number?” I asked with a smile.

“Sure.” She grinned as she rattled it off to me. “Can I have yours?” She stood up.

Running the back of my hand down her cheek, I spoke, “You’ll have it when I either call you or text you.”

“Oh, okay.” She frowned.

After I kissed her lips one last time, she walked me to the door.

“Have a safe trip to Minneapolis.”

“I will. I’ll see you soon.”

Climbing into the limo, I shut the door and stared at the brownstone as Eli drove away.

“How did it go?” he asked as he looked at me through the rearview mirror.

“It went good, really good.” I continued to stare out the window.

Meeting her parents was the last thing I wanted to do. I’d never met a woman’s parents before. That was totally unexpected and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I could sense trouble where Chloe Kane was concerned; trouble for me. I could tell she was very family oriented and that didn’t sit well with me.

Chloe

“M
orning.” Sienna kissed my cheek as she strutted into my apartment. “I brought bagels.”

“Morning. I tried calling you last night and you didn’t answer.” I frowned.

“Sorry. I was a bit tied up.” She winked.

Rolling my eyes, I poured us each a cup of coffee. “Who tied you up this time?”

“Billy James.” She grinned.

Shaking my head, I grabbed a plate for the bagels and set it on the table.

“I thought you weren’t seeing him anymore.”

“We aren’t. We ran into each other at Starbucks last night and we got to talking, reminiscing about the great sex we used to have, and one thing led to another,” she spoke as she took the bagels from the brown bag and walked over to the trashcan. “What the fuck, Chloe?!” she exclaimed as she held up the condom from last night.

“Put that down! You’re nasty.”

“You have five seconds to tell me what happened here last night and with whom. And you better not say it was with Sebastian because you specifically told me that you wouldn’t and couldn’t.”

As I cut into my bagel, I sat there with a smile on my face.

“Five...four...three...two...”

“Okay. Sebastian just happened to show up here right before my parents did and my mom invited him to stay for dinner. They left. He stayed and we had sex.”

Her jaw dropped as she took the seat across from me. “But—”

“I couldn’t help it. He was so charming, sexy, and irresistible. It’s those damn brown eyes.”

She sighed as she bit into her bagel. “So now what?”

“I don’t know. I like him. I know that much.”

“Where is he? Didn’t he stay the night or was he gone again before you woke up?”

“He left last night. He had to fly to Minneapolis this morning for a meeting.”

“Hmm. So he got what he wanted and left? Sounds like me and that’s not a good thing.”

I shrugged. “He asked for my phone number, so I’m sure he’ll call me later.”

“Did you get his?”

“He said that I’ll have it when he calls or texts me.”

“And you don’t think that’s strange?”

“Whatever. If he wants to play games, he can. You know how I am about playing games.”

“Good girl. Keep your head held high. I have a strange feeling about Mr. Bennett.”

“What do you mean? You haven’t even met him yet.”

“I know I haven’t, but something tells me he’s a very complicated man.”

“He can be complicated all he wants. This girl won’t get tangled in his web.” I smiled as I finished off my bagel.

****

C
limbing out of bed, I made a cup of coffee and took it into the bathroom to start getting ready for work. Today was the official opening day of the gallery. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I checked it to see if maybe Sebastian had sent me a text message last night. He didn’t and a small part of me was disappointed. It had been a week since our last encounter. Shrugging it off, I finished getting ready and headed out the door.

It was a busy week and one that I welcomed. New art pieces were delivered and displays were set up. As I was sitting at my desk researching some new ideas, my assistant, Gregory, stepped inside.

“Chloe, there’s someone here who would like to speak to you. He’s an artist.”

“Send him in.” I smiled.

Looking for new artists was the most exciting part of my job. As much as I loved historic art and artists, I also loved discovering the talents of individuals looking to break into the art world. If I could make that happen for someone, it made me happy.

As I got up from my desk, a young man, probably early twenties with short spikey black hair and piercings, walked in with a large black binder.

“This is Caden Rice,” Gregory spoke before walking out and shutting the door.

Extending my hand to Mr. Rice, I spoke, “It’s nice to meet you, Caden. I’m Chloe Kane. Please have a seat.”

“Thank you, Miss Kane. It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for seeing me.”

“No problem and please call me Chloe. Now how can I help you?” I spoke as I took a seat behind my desk.

“I was wondering if you’d be interested in seeing some of my art? I would love to know your thoughts.”

“Of course. Is that your art portfolio there?” I pointed.

“Yes.” He set the black binder down in front of me. “I took a walk through the gallery and looked at all the art you have on display. But I did notice something you don’t have, which I feel would be a great asset to this gallery.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

“Open up my portfolio and you’ll see.” He smiled.

As I opened his portfolio and saw the first piece of art, I looked up at him with a grin.

“Contemporary Eroticism.”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“These are beautiful, Caden. Oh my.” I smiled as I turned to the page with the photographs of provocative sculptures. “You sculpt as well?”

“Yes. All the ones you see there have been done in the last six months.”

“Beautiful. I would love to have a display like this in the gallery. The human body and intimacy is a natural and beautiful thing.”

“Exactly. The problem is I can’t seem to find a gallery that will even look at my work.”

“Why’s that?” I cocked my head.

“Because the few galleries around that already have contemporary eroticism displayed aren’t accepting anything new.”

“Well, I think your work is something that should be shown, but, because of the nature, I’ll have to talk to the owners first. I don’t want to cross any lines. The other galleries Mr. Black owns don’t have anything like this. If he’s on board, we can set up a showing.”

“Thank you, Chloe. Wow. I can’t believe this.” He placed his hands on his head.

Handing him a piece of paper and a pen, I asked for his phone number.

“I’ll give Mr. Black a call and set up a meeting and then we’ll go from there.” I got up from my chair and extended my hand. “I’ll be in touch, Caden.”

“Thank you again, Chloe. Have a great day.”

“You too.” I smiled as I walked him out of my office.

Pulling my phone from my purse, I was stunned when I saw a text message from Sebastian.

“Dinner tonight. I will pick you up at seven o’clock.”

What? He doesn’t contact me for a week and then says we’re having dinner? As much as I wanted to see him again, I wasn’t going to let him do that to me.

“Nice to hear from you, Sebastian. Unfortunately, I have plans tonight so I won’t be able to join you for dinner. Maybe another time.”

After replying to his text message, I started to dial Connor when I heard his voice coming up the stairs.

“I was just about to call you.” I smiled as he walked into my office with Gregory.

“Looks like I beat you to it. I had some business to do over here, so I thought I’d drop by and check on things. Did you need something?”

“I would like to talk to you about setting up a new display. I think Ellery should be in on the meeting as well.”

“Okay. What kind of display?”

“Contemporary Eroticism.”

His brow arched as he stared at me. “Oh. Interesting. Are there specific paintings you had in mind?”

“I spoke with an artist just a bit ago and he showed me his portfolio. His work is beautiful. I was going to go look at some of the galleries around and view their displays to see if there’s any uniqueness.”