Page 52 of Wrong Car, Wright Guy
“I can see that. But what about your mom?”
“She married the man. And she stayed married to him. She’s made her choice. So, I’m simply making mine.”
I place my hand against his chest. “OK,” I whisper, not wanting to push the matter any further and upset him during a happy moment. I lift on my toes to kiss him gently, feeling incredibly sad that a man you’d think has everything is missing something so vitally important—parental love. I couldn’t even imagine what growing up without that was like.
Twenty-One
Tanner
It’s the first time I’ve ever had a woman on my arm at an awards ceremony, and the press is out in force, snapping thousands of pictures and asking Ruby and I to comment on rumors that we’re dating.
“Don’t tell them anything,” Ruby whispers as we make our way up the red carpet with polite smiles on our faces. “It’s not worth causing waves with your father.”
When I look into her eyes, she smiles with genuine understanding. This beautiful woman on my arm, with her hair and makeup expertly done, and a gorgeous silk suit gown in pink that ties with a sash at her waist, is so completely willing to hide our relationship from the reporters that there isn’t even a hint of sadness in her eyes. Besides desperately wanting to get her back home and tug that sash open so I can devour the body underneath, I also have an overwhelming need to kiss her. So I do.
“Let them all know,” I say, tugging her hand to stop her before I wrap an arm around her waist then slam my mouth into hers dramatically, tilting her back so one of her feet kicks up in the air. The paparazzi love it and the shouted questions get louder and more frantic. But that's all they're getting from me.
When I stand us both back up, Ruby is a little unsteady on her feet, but the smile on her face tells me she thoroughly appreciated the gesture.
“Guess it was worth causing waves, huh?”
“You're worth it. I won't pretend that we're not together. Not for him. Not for anyone.”
“Just when I thought I couldn't love you more,” she says, as we entwine our hands together and continue inside.
The evening is long and rather boring, filled with speeches and a lot of vacuous conversation, but when our categories come up and we win three out of our nominated four—one of which was best new talent for Ruby—it ends up being a pretty fucking fantastic night. Still, I spend most of it counting down the moments until we can get out of here. That dress Ruby is wearing does all kinds of things to me. It hides everything but a peak of cleavage, but that sash at her waist is teasing me.
The moment our limo picks us up, I slide up the privacy screen and tug on her sash, opening my baby up.
“You are so bad,” she says with a giggle as I bury my face in between those luscious breasts.
“And you, my beautiful co-host, are a hot commodity,” I say as I kiss and suck against her skin. “Word on the street is you’re the hottest new talent around. Not to mention one half of this year’s best new show.”
“Oh, I heard something about the guy on that show. Supposedly he’s the sexiest man alive or something. I’ve often fantasized about the man behind the voice,” she teases, gasping as I pull the cup of her bra down and lave at her pert nipple. “And what it’d be like to have him in my mouth while he’s on air.”
I pop my head up and lock eyes with hers. “For real?”
She nods. “I literally squirm in my seat every single show just thinking about it.”
“I imagine fucking you in the studio up against the window,” I rasp, my dick lurching at the idea, desperately wanting to break free.
“Oh god yes. I want that. But there’s always someone there.”
“Not in our studio, they aren’t,” I say, loving the cheeky smile on her face as I turn around and knock on the divider. “Change of destination. WHGC radio station and step on it. We’ve got an emergency broadcast to deliver…”
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“Oh god. Yes, yes, Tanner.Yes!”With her leg hooked over my shoulder, Ruby’s back arches up as her climax hits. She claps her hands on her breasts, squeezing them against her chest as she calls out and I unload myself inside her, not being able to hold on after such a spectacular sight.
“Fuck. You feel so good around my dick, baby. I don’t think I’m ever going to grow tired of this.” I roll off her, dropping my weight next to her on the bed. It’s been a night of celebration—sex in the studio, champagne and more sex in the back of the limo, more champagne and even more sex once we got back home, and now, as the sun starts to peek in through the window, we just might be ready to get some sleep. I can’t stop wanting her.
“Me either. My god. You are, well, a god in bed, Tanner. How do you do that speedy thing with your tongue?”
I turn toward her and smile. “You like that do you?”
“Um, yeah. It’s… wow. Like, it’s better than one of those sucky sex toys that focus on your clit.”
“Better than a sex toy, huh? I take that as high praise.”
