“And waste this outfit?” She laughs, pushing against my chest. “Hell no.”
“I want to see how it looks on my floor.”
She shakes her head and steps out of my grasp. “Later.” A smirk drifts across her lips. “If you’re a good boy at the Gala, I’ll let you take it off me tonight.”
Fuck. My cock grows harder. I reach for her again and she swats at my hand, the sound of her laughter wrapping around us. “I can’t make any promises,” I admit with a sheepish grin.
“Why am I not surprised?” Jade giggles as she grabs her purse from the counter and tucks a tube of lipstick inside.
“I think it’s safe to say you know me pretty well, Sunny.”
Better than anyone else ever has…
“I would hope so,” she says with a wink and pauses in front of me again. “Should I go and put my stuff out in my car?”
I tilt my head to the side, slowly shaking it. “You can do that tomorrow. Or another day. Or never,” I shrug, reaching for her again. “I like you here with me.”
Her eyes shimmer. “So do I.” She steps into my space, lifting on her toes as she places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. She pulls away before I get the chance to push her farther into the bathroom.
“Nice try, Mr. Ford.” She taps my chest and brushes past me as she walks out into the hall. I follow her down the stairs and through the house, letting her lead the way.
“Oh shoot,” she mumbles, shaking her head as she stops in the kitchen. “I forgot my heels in the bathroom.”
“I’ll grab them.” I spin on my heel, heading back through the house and upstairs to the bathroom. There’s a pair of heels sitting by the bathroom counter, exactly where I expected to find them.
She turns around to face me as I reenter the kitchen, the heels dangling from my finger by their straps. “You’re so sweet.Thank you,” she says softly, reaching for them, except I don’t give them to her.
Her eyes widen slightly as I lower one knee to the ground, setting her heels by her feet. I slip my hands around her left ankle and she hikes her dress up, lifting it out of the way as I raise her leg.
I slide her shoe on, pulling the strap around the back of her heel, before moving to her next foot. She stands a few inches taller now and my eyes wander up her body as I stay kneeling in front of her.
My hands drift up the back of her calves, fingertips skimming along the insides of her knees and up her thighs.
“Matteo,” she breathes, the sound half a moan. “You’re a bad influence.”
I stare up at her. “I’m on my knees for you, Sunny baby,” I rasp. “If there’s anyone who’s influenced, it’s me.”
Her lips part and she inhales sharply as I slip my hands between her thighs, my fingertips skating over her pussy through her underwear. She lets out a heavy breath and I pull them away, slowly rising back to my feet.
Her eyebrows cinch closer together. “Rude.”
“We have to go, remember?” I say nonchalantly, pointing my thumb over my shoulder.
Her face settles into the cutest pout I’ve ever seen, brow furrowed and her bottom lip sticking out just a little. “What a tease.”
“I’ll take care of you later,” I promise, holding my hand out for hers. “Come on. I have a hot date.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JADE
“The only way I could ignore the temptation for him was by distracting myself with another.” - Clara Foss, Painted Inferno
My arm’s linked through Matteo’s as we make our way to the front of The Hillford Country Club Clubhouse where the Gala is being held. A soft melody played on what sounds like a string quartet drifts from the front door as we approach the bottom of the marble steps.
The door pushes open and a beautiful woman in a red gown with her hair swept to the side gives Matteo and me a look through her elegant gold embellished mask.
“Finally!” she calls out, grabbing the bottom of her gown and lifting it before sweeping down the staircase. “I was about to send a search party for the two of you.”