Page 71 of Broken Headboards
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Austin
“You look stunning,”I gasp when Tess reaches me. She places her hand on my shoulder to balance, and rises onto her toes, kissing me on the cheek.
Her tits graze my chest and my muscles twitch, already aching to touch her.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she says, her breath teasing my ear.
Her tight red dress accentuates every inch of her body, and it presents her ass like it’s on a silver platter. I swear, her body was carved out by God himself, specifically with me in mind.
“Shall we?” I gesture towards the private room I reserved at Per Se. I refrain from touching her, wanting to stay a step behind her so I can keep her ass in view. I want to take advantage of this before she’s covered behind the table.
She twists her head back and shakes it when she looks at my expression. She laughs, and I can’t but laugh back. Her laugh is contagious, and I love the way she looks at me, like I’m her bad boy she needs to whip into shape. She’s the one woman who could do that anyway.
“If you didn’t want me to stare, then you shouldn’t have worn that dress,” I tease her and pull out the chair for her.
“Or you could control your urges.” She smiles, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
I reach over her, grabbing her napkin, and lay it on her lap. My lips brush against her neck and I see shivers run down her skin, her hair rising to attention.
“What’s the fun in that?” I stand up and walk over to my chair, settling across from her.
The waiter walks over, grabbing the bottle of Dom Perignon and pouring it into our respective glasses. He tells us the chef’s choice and I take the liberty and order our food, though Tess interjects placing her own order. A woman with her own mind…of course.What did I expect?
“May the best man win,” I lift my glass for her to cheers.
“You mean, woman,” She smiles and clinks our crystal together.
“I’ve never been called a woman before. But I guess there’s a first time for everything,” I wink, shrugging my shoulders. I take a sip of the bubbly and let my inevitable victory sink in.
Oh, baby. You have no idea how hard it is to keep Giannoni from her. And, to keep my win a secret from her. There’s something nagging at me, making me want to tell her, so that she can prepare or something. But the bigger, more competitive part of me shoves that feeling down into some small crevices, smothering it with my ego.
“You’re so clever,” she rolls her eyes and lets the liquid slide into her mouth.
Fuck. That’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
“So, Ms. Armstrong, any devious plans I should look out for? Seeing as we are coming up on the final round,” I lean back, assessing her body language.
If I have something up my sleeves, I can only imagine what she has under that dress.
“Oh, Austin. Wouldn’t you like to know?” She smirks and licks up the drop of champagne at the corner of her mouth and sucking her lip in.
“That is why I asked, I do want to know,” I say.
“The point of a competition isnotto reveal your secrets,” she lectures. “You should know that by now. Or do I have to remind you?”
“Oh,baby, there’s no need to remind me,” I declare. “I have my plans too, don’t you worry.”
“I never am,” she folds her elbows on the table, leaning forward. It props her cleavage up to greet me and I scoot closer, teasing my need to bury my face in those perfect tits
“Austin, my eyes.” She points her finger at me, motioning it upwards towards her eyes. “Are up here.”
“Sorry, baby. But I like the view down there better,” I grin, and my cock stiffens in excitement.
“You’re such a…” she stammers on the last word. “You’re so juvenile.”
“No, baby. I’m a man. Remember? And if I like what I see, I go for it. It’s in my blood,” I assert, my voice lowering into a firm growl.
