Page 23 of The Revenge Plan

“Okay. You could add that to your deal and make it even more enticing for Marco. I’m sure it would boost Celeste’s sales.”

“Not bad. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He frowned, “like what?”

“That look. Like I have two heads.”

“I never expected this from you. You keep surprising me, that’s all.” He smiled. “I don’t know what to make of you.”

As soon as the show was over, we went to see Marco backstage.

“H!” he shouted as soon as he saw us, “What did you think of the show?”

“Gorgeous. Beautiful.”

“And–oh my god! Are you wearing my clothes?” Marco turned to Caiden, “Did you put her up to this?” Caiden gave nothing away, but I knew I had surprised him. Here’s some forethought you never thought of.

“Your clothes are beautiful, Marco, how could I not resist. The coats especially are magnificent.”

“Thank you.” A light blush spread across his face.

“We were thinking that since we saw that some of them were jewel studded, that you might want to work with us as your supplier. You would have to talk to my husband about the details, though. But it’s something to think about when you’re thinking of your potential suppliers.”

“Oh,” he turned to Caiden, “I didn’t know you had a jewelry division.”

“Recently acquired.”

“We definitely should talk some more.” Marco said. His face seemed to say that he liked what he was hearing, “Can I borrow your handsome husband for a minute?”

“Sure,” I said, and I watched them as they went into a corner to discuss. I couldn’t turn my eyes away from them, I was invested in this suddenly. After some talking that involved Caiden making a lot of gestures with his hands, and Marco nodding, they both shook hands, smiling.

Caiden joined me at my side and we streamed out with the rest of the guests after the show was over. He took my hand and led me to the car. His step had determination and a singular purpose that was such a turn on. When we reached the car, he rapped on the driver’s window and asked him to get out. He opened the door and nudged me in. He had barely closed the door when his mouth took hold of mine and gave me a deep kiss.

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The kiss was intoxicating. One taste and I wanted more. I coaxed her mouth open and groaned when she accepted me so sweetly. It was a heady and passionate kiss that had me feeling dizzy with pleasure. I was lost in it and when we broke off, it took me more than a moment to open my eyes. Hers were filled with a desire that was no doubt reflected in mine.

She blinked twice then asked, “What was that for?”

“Thank you.” I said. But that wasn’t all, “And I couldn’t repress myself anymore,” I added.

“I thought you didn’t want me.”

“No. I don’t like you. But I do want you.”

She stiffened and untangled herself from me.

“It’s the truth. I want you. But I can’t lie to you and say that I like you. I’ve been trying not to feel anything for you for the past three months, but I’ve failed.”

“Clearly.”

“Don’t act like you don’t feel the same way.” I pulled her closer to me, took her hand and pressed it on my growing erection, “Tell me you don’t want to feel this inside you.”

She looked like she was about to slap me; I thought she would. Then I felt her body soften and her hand began stroking my length. I groaned and shifted in my seat. Her movements were achingly slow. I pressed down her hand with mine and increased her strokes. With the other hand, I took her chin and turned her face upwards. “Tell me you don’t want me,” I said.

Her response? She leaned in and kissed me. I groaned in acceptance. Or was it triumph? It didn’t matter. I pulled her closer to me. My hands roamed over her body like a madman. I wanted to touch her all over. I wanted to remove the barrier of clothes she had on now. Buttons loosened, a bra strap fell. My hand caressed her breast.

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