Descent From Grace: A Luxe Novella Book 1.5 (20 page)

Perplexed, Ian said, “Excuse me,” and went after her. “Baby.” He grabbed her arm; she yanked him toward the wall.

  “Ian, I cannot be your girlfriend in front of these people!” she snapped. “You could know anyone here, and you do! Justin is a potential client I met the other night at your father’s party.”
  “He was there?” 
  “Yes, and his father has decided to hire me.”
Things clicked in his head and he said, “That’s why Tash called for your availability tonight.”

  “So you need to play boss, not boyfriend.”
  “Fiancée,” he corrected her and she rolled her eyes.

  “Don’t screw up your life over one night in a club.”
  “That’s going to be hard, especially in that dress. I’ve already seen a handful of guys I want to deck.”
  “Grow up, Ian.” She headed back toward the booth.

Two scantly clad women brought three trays of drinks to the table.

Heidi leaned into Lilith. “Lily, what brand of lipstick is that?”

Lilith politely pulled it from her clutch and handed it to her without a verbal response.

  “I have a red I think you’d die for. We should get together sometime. I’ll go through your closet, you go through mine.” She grinned.

Lilith forced a believable smile. “Definitely.”

It wasn’t clear if Heidi was trying to redeem herself, or being fake. Ashley smiled, pleased they seemed to be getting along, but she didn’t expect it to last long because it was painfully obvious Ian was who Heidi was interested in. 

Being that Ian was distracted by Justin, Heidi wanted to get on Lilith’s better side. Noticing Ashley skipped Lilith with a shot, she took it upon herself to set one down in front of her. Even though he was talking to Justin, Ian was cognizant of everything Lilith was doing, so he reached across the table, taking the shot from in front of her and put it back on the tray. Without showing the relief on her face, Lilith relaxed. There would be no way she could stomach a shot, and the thought of drinking hard liquor while pregnant was nauseating on many levels.

When Justin’s older brother, Barry, joined the table, he didn’t do as well of a job containing his desire for Lilith, like Justin had been.

  “Dance?” Ashley asked the girls. They all, except Lilith, squealed with delight and slid out of the booth.

  “I don’t know how to dance,” Lilith whispered to Ashley.
  “Yes you do. I taught you. Just don’t take your clothes off.” She smirked. “Unless you want to.” She winked.

When Lilith stood, Ian noticed Justin’s eyes shot to her and stayed there.

Let Him have a battle on

I don’t blame him for checking Lily out, she looks fucking great. That’s not even a good word to explain her. She looks somehow exotic, darker, and like she’d eat you alive in the bedroom. I love her usual glow and bright eyes, but I love this shameless sexiness she has tonight. She’s getting a lot of sneers from women and every man is fixated on her, and she’s fully unaffected by it. I have yet to see her check out another man and she doesn’t seem to notice when women walk by staring enviously, bitchily. She’s fucking hot and she’s all mine. No, not all mine. . . . I’m such a stupid fuck.

Justin Borg has had a few of my girls escort him to dinners, but none filled the roll he wanted: the fake girlfriend roll. He was looking for a girl he could use as a regular to fool the public and he’s been looking for a while. He doesn’t want a girlfriend because supposedly he’s a playboy and doesn’t settle down. At least that’s what the mind-numbing entertainment shows he’s occasionally featured on make the masses believe. I can’t say I know the number of women he’s fucked, hell the guy may even be gay. I’ve never even seen him check out a girl except just now, Lily. I don’t like it, but I can’t make it a deal because we’re in the fucked up situation where half the table knows we’re together and the other half doesn’t.

Lily glances at me as Ashley pulls her away. Both Barry and Justin turn in their seats to watch her.

  “Shit, Jacks,” Justin exhales. “That’s the best looking girl you’ve employed.”

  “You’re probably right. I think she’s in a relationship,” I blurt for some stupid reason.
  “Yeah, well, I’m paying for it, not dating it.” He lifts his drink to his lips.

  “She’s just an entertainer,” I say.

Barry’s still looking over his shoulder, eye fucking her.

  “That’s all I need. A little entertainment.” Justin’s staring forward contemplatively. I don’t like it, but I shut the fuck up.

Standing, I finish my one and only beer.

  “I need to piss.” Before walking away, I scan the dance floor, but can’t see the girls.

There’re a thousand people on that damn floor. As I wander to the bathroom, I can’t help but wonder who’s dancing up on Lily right now and if she’s letting them. The only saving grace I have is Heidi knows she’s my fiancée so maybe Lily won’t whore out in front of her.

  “Ian!” someone yells my name. I’m skeptical to turn, but I do.

Fuck me. It’s Karen’s sister. I let out a huff but smile; she drunkenly stumbles toward me.
  “What’re you doin’ here?” She’s sloshed.

  “Out for the evening.”
  “I didn’t know you guys were coming out.” She’s now looking around, and I think for Karen.
  “I’m with my sister,” I explain.
  “No Karen? You left her home?” She pouts.

  “She can’t come to a place like this yet. Too many people.”
  “Yeah she’d get hurt.” We’re locked in this awkward staring contest; neither of us have anything to say. I rarely have much to say to her sister. She’s a bit strange and will just stare at you in silence.

  “I’m headed to the bathroom.” I point.

  “Okay. I’ll wait.”

Fuck me! Now I’m going to have Karen’s sister following me around for the night and I won’t be able to even stare at Lily. I take my time in the bathroom; too long to hang out in the men’s room, but I really don’t want to go back out to Trinity.

The wrecking ball through Her eyes

I’m not nervous about dancing and I think it’s thanks to this dress because I feel sexy and I know the looks I’m getting from these women are either hate or envy. The looks from the guys, that’s a no-brainer, they’re pigs. I’m confident that if I looked like an idiot while dancing, Ashley would stop me. Watching her helps me keep rhythm to this song I don’t know, or particularly like. It’s very booming and sounds like crushing metal and jamming machines.

While we’re dancing in our little circle, Barry Borg approaches and steps between me and Ashley, but I turn my back to him and now I’m facing Justin. It’s like they’ve intentionally pinned me in. He’s not dancing though, he’s staring at me with a grin, and god, this man is hot. It’s not like I think he’s better looking than Ian, but Justin’s a different kind of man. He’s not as clean cut and primped as Ian. He’s apparently got tattoos, and his hair is a mess of curly, wavy, dark locks that he wears longer, to about his jawbone. He keeps it pushed out of his eyes but doesn’t care what else it does; it’s sexy, really sexy. They’re both a different kind of sexy. Not that it matters. What the hell am I doing? I’m staring at this man thinking I’m going to be fucking him.

  “I think you’re supposed to be dancing.” I’m trying not to smile, but it’s hard.

  “I’m watching.” He shrugs.

  “You should watch from over there then.” I point back to the booth.

  “I like an up close view, plus I don’t want to lose you to one of them.” He nods behind me where Barry and a few men he knows are watching me like hungry dogs.
  “Can’t lose what you don’t have.”

After he puts his hand to my hip, my hands go to his shoulder’s on their own accord. His hip is brushing against my pelvis with every move I make, and the twitch between my legs is now pulsing with the music. Now with each rock my hips swivel he’s pulling me a little closer and I can feel his erection against me. I don’t even care if Ian sees right now, I’m just drumming up business.

Leaning into his ear, I say, “Normally you’d have to pay for this.”
  “No trying out the merchandise before purchasing?” He grins. “Who do I pay? You, or your boss?” His smile does terribly good things inside me.

I smile and tell him, “We’ll consider this a free sample.”

He laughs and now both his hands are on me; his right is at the small of my back and his left is slowly creeping down my ass. The imminent thought to stop him keeps getting washed away by the waves that are rolling through me from his touch. Nonchalantly looking for Ian, I don’t see him; there’s no way I could find him in this crowd of loud, drunk, desperate, and sweaty girls. The thought I might look like most of these girls makes me still for a minute, but I don’t feel sweaty, or even clammy. I feel nothing short of good with Justin’s hands on me.

I finally realize Justin’s been talking, but I haven’t heard a word he said because I’ve been looking around for Ian.

My clueless gaze into his face gives me away and he starts to laugh.

  “Do I have to pay for you to listen to me too?”

Feeling terrible for coming off as a bitch, I offer a sweet smile. “I’m sorry.”

  “I said what is your schedule this week? I need a date Tuesday.”
  “Tuesday?” Of course he needs a date the day of my abortion. “Not available until Thursday, but you really need to call the office for this. I don’t set my own schedule.”

  “You’re extremely hard to give money to.” He laughs again, just as I feel a tug on my arm.

Ashley’s standing at my back, smiling, but it’s fake and I see why. Ian’s standing behind her with his arms crossed, but he’s not looking at us.

With I smile, I let Justin go. “I’m apparently giving away too much for free.”

As he pulls away, his hands slide over my hip and his fingertips brush across my stomach. I could fuck this man on the dance floor . . . in front of my fiancé.

Ashley grabs me and begins to dance like nothing happened, but she’s wearing a huge grin and says, “You’re in trouble.”

I smirk, rolling my eyes. “I don’t care.” I watch Heidi swoop in on Ian. They’re only talking and I suppose after my dance with Justin, I owe it to him not to get pissed.

  “I need a beer, I think,” I say and Ashley pulls back to look at me, then she nods and pulls me to the booth.

I didn’t want to leave Ian on the dance floor with Heidi, but tonight he’s my boss, not my fiancé. I like that game and I know it’s so wrong, but the thought of making him jealous with other men is arousing me. This is only because I know tonight he’ll fuck me harder and hotter than usual to prove I’m his.

LUXE 5

*LUXE*

As her anxieties peeked from her sexual desires for Justin and Ian, she thought beer would help. Lilith managed to drink half a beer and keep it down while talking to Caesar and Renee, but they eventually slipped away. Ashley disappeared, leaving her with Barry at the table and he kept trying to make conversation, but she was more interested in Ian talking to the unknown woman that drunkenly hung at his side.

  “What do you do, Lilith?” Barry asked, trying to hold her attention.
  “Model,” she responded aridly.

Justin swooped in just as Barry had slid toward her.

Seeing the discomfort on her face, Justin bitched at his brother, “Back up a bit there.”

  “I don’t think she’s here with you,” Barry argued.
  “Actually, I am.” Lilith grabbed Justin’s arm. A victorious smile spread across his face.
  “When you’re done with little boys, the men will be over there.” Barry slid out of the booth and Lilith let Justin go.

When she turned to thank him, he leaned in pressing his lips to hers. His lips sunk into hers and even though she didn’t want to back out of his incredible lips, she jerked away. The main concern was smearing her red lips and leaving evidence of the kiss.

  “I had to try.” He grinned at her and she fixated on his blue eyes and dark lashes. “Why’re you gonna make me pay? I know you’re attracted to me.”

A clank on the table startled Lilith and she looked up at Ian who noisily set down a few beers.

  “Running a tab with my girls?” Ian forced a smirk, but there was anger in his eyes and Lilith saw it.

  “A man can dream, can’t he?” Justin smiled and touched her leg softly, then slid out of the booth. “We’ll be in touch, Jacks.” He stuck his hand out.
Shaking Justin’s hand, Ian lied, “Looking forward to it.”

  “Night, Lilith.”
  “Have a good night.” She smiled at him, all professionally of course. Ian sat down and huffed while squeezing the bridge of his nose. “I should have thought this through,” Lilith apologetically said and hiccuped from half the beer she drank. With her body out of sorts, the half a beer had her head buzzing, or it was the mini-kiss with Justin. “I could have stayed sober and you could have drank.”
Unrightfully upset with her, he snapped, “I drank enough.”
Narrowing her eyes at him, she asked, “Who was that woman following you around?”    

  “Karen’s sister,” he responded, displeased by Trinity’s drunken clinginess.

She rolled her eyes. “Perfect.”
  “Can we go home, baby? I just want to be with you, in our bed, between your legs—”
  “Sounds like fun.” Heidi’s voice pulled their attention as she sat. “I’m asking you the same question, Lily.” She laughed.

Lilith smiled. “Tempting, but I’m going to dance.”

With Ashley approaching, she slid out of the booth, leaving them together because Ashley could babysit them. After disappearing into the crowd she crossed the dance floor. Stalking the club, she wanted to explore what she was missing by sitting in the corner. It wasn’t impressive and she thought maybe if she weren’t pregnant she’d enjoy it more because she’d be as drunk as the rest of the unbridled crowd.

She felt someone grab her hand. “Hey, beautiful.”

When she locked in on Justin, a smile crept along her lips that she tried to stop by biting her bottom lip.

  “I thought you were leaving?”

  “Got stopped by a friend.” He possessively pulled her toward the front corner of the club. “You really won’t let me take you out?”

  “Not on an unpaid for date. I’m not on the market. I told you that.”
  “But I noticed you’re not here with a man tonight, so I can’t help but feel either he’s a stupid man, or there is no man.”
  “Who said it was a man?” She bit the corner of her bottom lip.

He cleared his throat and shifted, then rubbed his eyebrow uncomfortably, either from his growing erection or feeling like an idiot.

  “Enjoy your night, Justin. I’ll be looking forward to our paid for date.”

She wasn’t getting away that easily; he pulled her to him, pressing his erection into her hip, wanting to kiss her, but was going to wait for her to make the move. She stared into his eyes, those weren’t the eyes she was used to staring into so uninhibitedly, but she felt a small gush and chills ran through her. Still pressed against his cock, she took the beer bottle from his hand and finished it before handing him the empty bottle back. He didn’t have a doubt she wanted to fuck him and he was thinking he could have gotten her home that night.

  “You really won’t?” he asked.

She breathed a shaky breath, saying, “If I could.” Putting her hand to his hip, she pushed away from him. Her fingertips brushed his erection, making him let out a quiet groan and watch her walk away, slipping into the crowd.

If her dress were just an inch higher he’d seen the dampness he was responsible for between her thighs. It was too much for her to take,
he
was too much for her to take, and after finishing his beer, she was feeling recklessly impulsive. It was a task to calm her fluttering stomach and throbbing clit as she headed toward the booth. All she could think about was she was suddenly drunk, she wanted Justin, she needed to go home.

Several men intentionally brushed against her, but one man stepped in front of her, halting her suddenly.

  “Can I buy you a drink?” He smiled politely.

Slightly shaking because she was so turned on by her encounter with Justin, she wanted to focus that on Ian and she needed to find him.

  “No thank you.” As she attempted to get by, he stepped in front of her again.
  “I insist.”
  “I’m with someone.” She tried to get by once more, but was blocked again.

Suddenly the man stumbled sideways from being shoved. With relief, Lilith grabbed Ashley’s waiting hand and Ashley gave the man a challenging scowl; he retreated.

One look at Lilith and Ian knew she was drunk. He quickly stood and put his hand to her side.

  “What’d you drink?” He didn’t remember her being that drunk when she walked away from the table.

  “Beer. We need to leave.” The look in her eyes told him, and everyone else at the table including Trinity, she needed him to fuck her.
Drunkenly confused, Trinity asked, “Who’s that?”
  “She works for Ian,” Caesar replied, pushing Renee out of the booth quickly before more confusion ensued.

Ashley grabbed Lilith’s hand, leaving Ian with Trinity.

The confusion spread and Heidi’s face twisted with perplexity. “You work for Ian?”
  “Are you guys hungry?” Ashley blurted, pulling Lilith faster.

An unexpected tug stopped the girls. The unknown man who had ahold of Lilith’s hand was attempting to pull her onto the dance floor. She looked back at him and giggled. He smiled invitingly, but let her hand go. Being only a few feet behind, Ian saw what happened, but with Trinity at his side he couldn’t react.

The valet pulled the car up and Ashley pulled Lilith into the back seat with her while Ian agitatedly got Trinity and her friends into a cab. Pulling out her phone, Ashley flipped through the pictures she took of Lilith at the club.

  “You were taking my picture?” Lilith gasped. “Oh god, Ashley,” she grumbled.
  “I got good ones.” 

  “I’m fucking drunk.” Heidi’s laughter filled the car.
  “So is Lilith,” Ashley muttered.
  “I’m not drunk.” She laughed. “I wasn’t drunk.”

Trying his hardest not to be annoyed with Lilith, Ian kept his mouth shut. It was a taxing night with Heidi eye fucking him, him wanting to fuck both her and Lilith at the same time, Justin Borg dancing on his fiancée, and to top it off, Karen’s sister. All that was on his mind was bed and fucking Lilith hard so she remembered no one fucked her like he did.

He pulled into the condo driveway at the same time as the cab dropping Caesar and Renee. That was when he realized they’d all be staying the night. His aggravation hounded him and he took Lilith’s hand, walking her directly to the bedroom.

  “I’m hungry.” She pouted.
  “What do you want? I’ll get you something. Don’t take that dress off.” He  sternly pointed to her, walking to the bedroom door.

She plopped onto the bed and pulled her shoes off. “I’m so wet, baby.”

Ian stared at her, torn if he should fuck her or make her food. It was obvious he needed to get her something to eat so she didn’t get sick.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, shifting his hard cock in his pants. “Don’t move.” He quickly walked through the living room where the others were still drinking.

  “Shot?” Caesar called out to him.

  “No,” Ian responded quickly. “There’s the room upstairs. Uh, that room, there’s a bed. You got this.” He rushed into the kitchen to find Lilith something fast.

Crackers, cheese, and hummus. That seemed sufficient enough. As he reached up, putting the cracker box away, an unfamiliar hand slid to his crotch. He grabbed Heidi’s wrist, but she was already palming his cock. While he had ahold of her right wrist, she slid her other hand around, unzipping his zipper. He spun toward her before she went any farther.

  “Don’t.” He glared at her.

  “Don’t what?” She persistently slid her hand into his zipper.

He gripped her wrist tighter. “I’m not going to fuck you.” He pulled her hand from his pants.

She leaned into him and he could feel her breath on his jaw. “I won’t tell,” she hummed seductively.

Ian grabbed the bottle of water and plate. Tucking the water under his arm, he zipped his pants and pushed past her. When he opened the bedroom door, Lilith was laying in the bed on top of the covers, still in the dress and slowly rubbing her clit.

  “Fuck me,” he breathed, pushing the door and crossing to the nightstand.

  “Fuck me, Ian.” The expression on her face was need and drunkenness.

Bending down, he sucked the beaded nipple that poked through the fishnet hole while she unzipped his pants. Moving like his cloths were ablaze, he pushed his pants off and she pulled at his shirt, popping buttons.

  “Fuck me, baby. Hard.”

With a grunt, he spread her legs and wasted no time shoving himself inside her.

  “So fucking wet, Lily,” he breathed.

  “Fuck me!” she moaned out loudly.

He entangled his fingers into the back of her hair and with his other hand, pulled her back up so he could get deeper. It only took seconds until she let out a pleasurable whimper and bit her bottom lip as she gushed around him.
Her head contorted back and her eyes fluttered as she screamed, “Fuck!”

  “I love fucking you,” he moaned into her ear, then flipped her on top.

Lilith collected herself before beginning to roll her hips. He put his hand to her stomach, watching as she teased her nipples with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. A flash caught his eye and he looked toward the door where Heidi stood, watching through the crack. In his haste when he pushed the door, he didn’t push it closed. As he was about to stop Lilith, he noticed Heidi’s hand rubbing between her legs; he couldn’t stop. He wanted it. His eyes shifted from Lilith to Heidi, back and forth. Lilith’s head was dropped back and her eyes were closed while she bounced down over and over, forcing him deep. Her pants got louder and faster as she was about to orgasm. Her thighs tensed and her muscles around his cock squeezed him tightly.

  “Fuck,” she moaned.

His attention focused solely on her as she fought off her orgasm.

  “Say my name, baby. Tell me you love fucking me.”
  “Fuh—” she gasped as her body jerked. “Ian!” she screamed.

His orgasm loomed, but he didn’t want it to be over. Remembering Heidi, his eyes went back to the door, her eyes were closed as she silently orgasmed.

Lilith lay panting on his chest. “I love fucking you,” she moaned, sliding off him.

Heidi looked one last time then was gone. Ian’s attention went back to Lilith, who was sliding down him and had him in her throat in a second. He grunted and jerked up, unintentionally coming.

  “Mmmm.” Her moan vibrated through his cock.

  “Fuck,” he breathed and his hips jerked while she sucked every last drop of him.

Crawling up him, she stared at him; he knew what she wanted. She wanted him to kiss his come from her mouth. He stared at her a minute; he’d never done it, he’d never wanted to, but if it aroused her, he’d do it for her. He hesitantly put his mouth to hers and she parted her lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth. The thought was unpleasant until she let out an eager moan into his mouth and deepened the kiss. She had been rubbing herself on his thigh and in an instant was orgasming again.

  “Oh my god,” she whimpered. “Ian!”

Hearing his name from her mouth and watching her come against his thigh, he was hard again. He flipped her to her back and forced himself inside of her; she squeaked with a jerk. He pulled out and flipped her to her stomach, pulling her ass up into the air and thrust with a grunt. Fisting a handful of hair, he yanked her head back. Lilith’s desperate moans made him pump harder. The force he was using only heightened her pleasure.