Page 41 of Playing for Possession
Kieran twirled his wine in his glass, studying it. His lips drew in thoughtfully. “What about Joanie?”
What about me?
Kieran threw me a casual glance. “Joanie could do it with me. You just said yourself, you like the idea of legacy. Sounds like a good basis for a marketing campaign to me.”
My body flooded with heat under the sudden scrutiny of both men. Ramirez nodded to himself. His fingers delicately traced the rim of his glass, and his brow furrowed. He took a slow sip of his wine.
“A campaign built around legacy. Something about the things we have been handed down, and what we want to leave behind to inspire. What is it about us that will have lasting importance?” Ramirez regarded me with a speculative glance. A slow smile spread on his face. “I like this idea a lot. Well done, Joanie. That could definitely work. If you don’t mind me using it?”
How could I possibly mind? A little shiver of excitement went through me. Endorsing a terrible fizzy drink was one thing, but working with Ramirez on something? That was a dream come true.
“I don’t mind,” I said.
“Good. Have a think about it. I’ll need you both for it.” Ramirez patted his belly and stood. “It’s getting late. I’m going to go back to the house and leave you to it for the night.”
“You don’t have to go.” Kieran stood with him.
Ramirez darted a glance at me, and a small smile played on his lips. “Three’s a crowd, no? I’m here for a couple of days. I’ve got something on tomorrow, but the day after, let’s get dinner.”
Kieran nodded. “Absolutely.”
The two men embraced. I hadn’t taken Kieran for a hugger.
“Nice to meet you, Joanie.” Ramirez smiled and embraced me. “I love the sound of your legacy. I believe you’re going to do it. I’d love to have you representing us. Think about it.”
Back in my room, I sat at the dressing table and added an item to my list.
5) Work on a commercial with Carlos Ramirez.
My face smiled back at me in the dressing table mirror. I’d been grinning like crazy without even realizing. The Fizzz commercial hadn’t gone to plan, but the day had ended triumphantly. I’d stood up for myself, and I’d had a drink with my idol. What’s more, Ramirez had liked my idea. I returned my attention to the list. What else? There had to be more to add.
I racked my brain but came up blank. Some strange impulse seized me, and I turned the list over to the spicy side. My face burned at the memory, but I couldn’t help my tinge of amusement too. I’d felt such a crippling embarrassment when Lana had written this, but now as I perused the items, an unaccustomed heat swirled in my lower belly. Lana’s words drifted to mind.
Do you know how to give a really good blow job? Because that’s a game-changer.
I didn’t know. The prospect had never appealed to me, but I couldn’t stop the thoughts that crashed through my mind. Maybe it was the wine or the way the Menorcan sun had made my body feel so loose and relaxed, but suddenly everything on this list looked appealing, as long as it was with Kieran. My head filled with him.His eyes raking boldly over me as I drop to my knees in front of him. My hands working to free him from his shorts, and pulling them down his strong, tanned thighs.
What would he look like under those shorts? I’d felt Gerard through his clothes, but never seen him. I’d bet anything that every inch of Kieran was glorious. Maybe his whole body was covered in tattoos. What would it be like to kiss him? To give him pleasure? To make that severe expression he always wore melt into groans?
Desire raced through my bloodstream. The ache between my thighs was unbearable in its intensity. I needed to relieve it, but I couldn’t risk Kieran overhearing the vibrator. Water pounded from the bathroom where he was showering, but it would still be too loud. I lay on the bed and slipped my fingers into my underwear. I imagined Kieran in the shower. Water hammering over the granite contours of his tattooed body.
Shivers raced through me, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the depths of arousal. This was a new experience. I’d touched myself before, but never had such vivid fantasies. A soft moan escaped my lips, and with it, the name on my tongue, “Kieran.”
A knock sounded at the door. My heart stopped.Oh my gosh.I ripped my hand from my underwear.
“Wait! One second. Don’t come in.”
I’d assumed Kieran would go straight to bed after his shower. It was so late. I smoothed my disheveled hair on the way to answer the door, and tried to look normal, which was difficult considering I’d just been moments away from an orgasm.
I opened the door to the dimly lit landing, and a half-naked Kieran. He loomed over me, all glistening inked skin and rippling muscle. Water dripped from his damp hair over his broad shoulders and chest, and I tried not to follow the path of the droplets down over all those powerful muscles. Tattoos graced his chiseled torso down to the V of his sculpted hips before disappearing under the towel wrapped low around his waist.
Flustered and hot, I took a step back. “Sorry,” I muttered.
I had no idea what I was apologizing for.Sorry for fantasizing about you. Sorry you’re so gorgeous I might need some help to peel myself from the floor. Sorry for all the other mediocre men that simply have to exist in a world with someone who looks as divine as you.
A horrible realization gripped me. How long had he been out of that shower? I couldn’t recall when the sound of thundering water had stopped. I’d been too carried away. Had he heard me moan his name? The walls weren’t that thick. Could he tell? My face burned with embarrassment.
I adjusted my glasses. Agitation made my words too sharp. “Can I help you?”
