Page 55 of Hit For Six
‘Oh, come on.’ She moved closer to Monty, prodding him gently in the chest. ‘I’m not quite up there with your levels of intelligence. You went to a private boarding school with all the bells and whistles. I went to a bog standard state school where only a handful were expected to come out on top.’
‘Which you have.’
Monty arched a brow, begging to differ as his spare hand travelled down to her hips.
‘I’m working on it,’ she mumbled into his chest.
God, he smelt incredible. A less is more splash of the copious varieties of Chanel that he stocked in his bathroom.
‘I wish I’d had parents like yours growing up.’
He nuzzled her neck. Lola laughed. Not just because he’d caught her erogenous zone.
‘That would have been a slightly different upbringing.’
She straightened herself up and looked into his eyes.
‘Exactly. My parents are…difficult.’
‘I’m sure they care about you.’
‘In their own special way. But I’m not sure if that’s enough anymore.’
‘So, then… Serious question now.’ Lola fingered Monty’s belt, her hand dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans. ‘How are we going to navigate them? They’ve not even asked to see me formally yet.’
‘Actually they kind of have.’ Oh? This was news to her. ‘I just didn’t want to scare you off.’ Monty winked, but it was impossible to tell if he was doing their bidding. ‘Mother and father will be hosting their end of summer party in September and I may bring a companion.’
‘Aka I don’t get a named invitation and they’re hoping you’ll have broken up with me by then?’
‘Not. At. All.’ Monty gave Lola the tenderest of kisses, punctuating each word. ‘Nobody is going to gatekeep thisrelationship.’ He relegated the bottle and glasses to the windowsill and poured them some more champagne. ‘I’ll sort my parents out. Don’t you worry about that.’
But one room later, as they succumbed to their passion on the billiards table, clothes strewn among the striped balls, Lola wasn’t so sure that Helena or her husband would be accepting of her, after all. Somehow Lola knew that if she kept up her relationship with Monty, his parents would cut him off from his inheritance. Not that she was aware of what that entailed. Probably the house. Possibly the business. How could she be the one to let this happen?
Their bodies drew flush against one another. Their kissing reached fever pitch. One of Monty’s hands inched its way up her thigh. The other reached around her back to unhook her bra. There hadn’t been a whole lot of point to the see-through garment, but now he stood back to view her, spellbound.
‘Your nipples were driving me wild, sweetheart. Utter perfection.’
He cupped a breast and Lola moaned as he flicked his tongue against her skin. Her clitoris was officially on fire.
‘I need you now, Monty,’ she whimpered.
‘The feeling is entirely mutual. You are the hottest woman. Honestly, Lola. I would die for you. I can’t get enough of you.’
Monty gently spread Lola’s legs, his hand continuing the pillow-biting (if she was on a bed) pressure. He hadn’t even entered her yet and she wasn’t sure how she could stop herself from climaxing as the waves of pleasure mounted from every circle of his fingers.
It felt deliciously wicked. Let the walls listen! Although, thankfully there were no scornful portraits to look down on her in this room, she wasn’t sure that she could have handled that. And Lola hoped Monty really had switched the security cameras off. Maybe she could get used to making love in random spacesafter all when it was this thrilling. Monty stretched across the billiard table and delved into the netted pocket in its corner, pulling out a small foil package.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I stashed it here earlier.’
‘Multitasking reaches new levels.’ Lola was in hysterics. ‘But I am very glad that you did.’
‘I need to taste you first. You’re going to have to be patient.’
‘Monty! Noooo! I don’t think I can–’
But his warm mouth was between her thighs, quelling the ache in one breath, igniting her need in the next. Lola’s ears whirred, her head felt full of stars. Her nails dug into the electric blue felt of the table. She didn’t care if she ripped it off. This moment was worth everything. Rationality no longer existed. Her fingertips grasped at a ball.
