Page 66 of Depraved
The crowd watches the sensuality of what he’s doing, and you could hear a pin drop. A thick blanket of need, urge, is covering the room, and people are beginning to transform into roaming hands and pressed bodies as they watch.
Breathing begins to pick up, with panting sounds coming from a scattered number of spaces, creating a symphony of sex. It’s everywhere; you can smell it. The sound of water splashing catches my attention as the woman stands on display for the room bathed in light that glistens off her wet body. Water slides down her breasts as his hands come to the front of her, kneading and caressing. His mouth finds her hard nipple, and his tongue traces it before he sucks.
She stands unmoving, her eyes fixed ahead of her, but you can see the pleasure she feels, that she’s receiving from this act.
“You like what you see, beautiful?” a low voice comes from behind, and I almost come out of my skin.
I spin around and step back immediately.
“Jesus,” I gasp, my eyes adjusting to the familiar face. “Bill.” My eyes widen, trying to plant a fake look of polite surprise on my face. “Good to see you. You really shouldn’t sneak up on a girl. Better men have been shot,” I half joke, brushing my hair from my eyes.
He laughs and touches my shoulder, but I shirk away. “Great to see you. Having fun tonight?”
“As much as work is fun,” I laugh. “It was great seeing you again. I really need to get back to it.” I motion behind me as I take another few steps backward before pivoting around, almost running right into Dante’s hard chest.
“Fuck! Is everyone trying to kill me tonight?”
“Move,” he barks, glaring past me. “I’m about to scare the shit out ofhim.”
A smile immediately graces my face, and I start to laugh, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Missed you.”
I feel his body ease as his hands run over my back, gripping my shoulders and pulling me off him. His face leans down to mine. “I don’t like that people don’t know you’re mine, Billy.”
The scene behind me flashes through my mind, but I let it go just as quickly.
I push up onto my tiptoes and kiss his lips. “Dante. Everyone knows. You’re a fucking lunatic.”
He scowls but doesn’t say anything back. Instead, he takes my hand and pulls me from the room as I laugh, trying to keep up with him. We head back downstairs, slower, and when we get to the bottom, he turns to me and grins. “Go to your office, change, and meet me back out here. I have a surprise.”
My face lights up, and I smack his chest gently. “What? Change into what?”
He shakes his head, refusing to answer, and winks. “Go.”
I walk past him and point my finger, wagging my brows. “Look at you, all romantic,”
I tease him as I walk back toward my office.
I push my door open excitedly and scope out a garment bag and shoe box laid across my desk. Closing the door behind me, I don’t waste any time getting to the bag and unzipping it. Red peeks out from behind the zipper, and my smile grows even bigger.
“Oh…it’s gorgeous,” I say aloud as I fold the bag back to reveal a sublime strapless red evening gown. “What did you do, Dante?”
I pull it out and hold it up against me, it’sPretty Woman. I start laughing when I realize what he’s done, and I’m in full-on swoon mode.
Undressing quickly, I shimmy on the dress and pull the zipper straight up my side. Fits like a glove. He couldn’t have done better if he tried. The bottom of the silk dress is pooled around my feet, and I have to walk on my tiptoes to grab the shoe box, opening it to reveal a pair of strappy crystal Jimmy Choos.
I gather my dress in one hand and place another on the chair in front of my desk to steady me as my door opens, pulling my attention.
“Thought you might need help,” Dante suggests.
I let my eyes catalog him, realizing he’s dressed in a sleek black suit with a matching tie. He looks criminally debonair.
“I can’t believe you did this.” I grin, running my hands over my hips.
“Tonight, you get to hear other people’s tragedies.” He smirks. “And then we can play hooker.”
I laugh and turn my back to him to grip the chair again for support to slip on my shoes. Hands envelop my waist. “Give,” his deep gravel comes from behind, and I jump, looking over my shoulder.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on a girl.”
