Page 19 of Rim Job

They are still staring at me. I lean down and nuzzle Christina’s neck, then move my lips to her ear. Her scent of vanilla and spice wraps around me, and I groan slightly as my cock comes to life from the proximity of my wife. A possessiveness I have never known races through my veins, and she stiffens slightly.

“It would please Lord Banks thoroughly to watch Lady Banks swallow his cock.”

She completely freezes at my whispered words. I blow a small breath onto her ear right before I dart my tongue out to trace it along the shell. I listen intently as she inhales a stuttered breath, and my trousers tighten.

“What are you doing? Why are you here?” Her words tremble across those gorgeous lips, barely audible, if my face were not nuzzled into her neck.

I’d give anything to actually see her face right now.

“We need to talk,” she says as she bolts onto her feet from her chair.

“We need an introduction, Ti.” Evelyn smiles at me. She is completely aware of how uncomfortable she’s making Christina. It appears she’s enjoying it.

I like Evelyn.

“Um, this is Rimmington Banks. Rimmington Banks meet Evelyn Salinas and Jen Haner.”

“Ladies.” I nod in their direction. “It’s lovely to meet you. I’m sure you both have a million questions for me that you couldn’t find while you searched for me on-line. I’ll be happy to answer anything you would like to know, but if you wouldn’t mind, I need a few moments alone with my wife. I’ll need to answer her questions first.”

“Don’t call me that,” Christina growls at me.

“Oh, I like him, and hell, that accent. He could just go around telling people to fuck right off and they’d be happy to do so.” Jen laughs, and Evelyn joins her and agrees.

Christina doesn’t seem to be as amused.

I grasp Christina’s elbow in my hand and lift her purse from the table.

“We wouldn’t want to forget this again, would we?” I hold it out for her to take.

She snarls. I smile.

“Call us if you need us,” Evelyn shouts after us.

My hand still gently grasps Christina’s elbow as we approach the exit. She shakes my grip off and stops before we leave the ballroom.

“Where are we going?” she asks as she turns to face me. She worries her bottom lip between her teeth.

“My hotel, where you woke up today. Is that okay? I thought we could use the privacy.”

I own several hotels in Vegas, including the one we are standing in, but my office is at The Krissinger—the first property I bought in America and my home base when I visit the states.

She worries her lip a bit more, then nods her agreement. I push through the exit doors and hold them open for her. The wind whips her spiced vanilla scent around me, and I have to bite back a groan. My cock strains against the fabric of my trousers, and I'd love nothing more than to spread her legs wide and stuff her sweet pussy full of me.

There'll be time for that later, if my plan works out.

We stand in silence as we wait for the valet to bring my car around, and once I’ve settled her into the passenger seat, I move to the driver’s side and steer us toward my property. My clammy hands grip the wheel. I don’t usually let my nerves get the better of me, but the continued awkward silence feels like a living, breathing thing between us.

For the first time in as long as I can recall, I’m nervous. I haven’t been nervous around anyone in years, much less a woman, but Christina is an unknown to me. I can’t predict how she will react, and to a man used to commanding a boardroom or a bedroom, this is new territory.

She doesn’t have to like me. She isn’t paid to listen or duty-bound to respect me. That scares the fuck out of me. I need her to like me, at least enough to agree to go along with my plan. I don't want to blackmail her into agreement with an annulment, but I'll do what I have to do at this point. Desperate times and so forth.

“You must have questions. Please ask anything. I’ll answer.” I grip tighter on the steering wheel as I wait for her reply.

“Where is it you're from?” Her soft, almost shy voice is barely audible over the roar of the car engine.

“Canton. My family has resided there, in the same home, for centuries.”

“So, you're royalty?” Christina glances at me then, hesitantly.

---