Page 135 of Sparks Fly
Three Months Later
Padding out into the penthouse,I see Creed sitting on the sofa, looking handsome as ever. He is dressed in a black tux with a bow tie and my heart drums in my chest. My simple white, knee-length dress is long sleeved and open back, with feathers dangling from the arms and a pair of white heeled sandals.
“Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before a wedding?” I crinkle my nose as he stands up, looking at me, eyes glassy and full of so much love.
“No bad luck here, Ace.” He wraps his arm around my back and pulls me close to him, kissing me and I smile against his lips.
“Have I told you how much I love you, Mr Lexington?”
“I don’t believe you have, baby,” he whispers, leading me towards the front door and I feel like I am walking on air.
We haven’t had much down time, the back end of the season has kept us both busy but any time we did get, we made sure we spent it together.
My mind drifts back to our date in New York, and I lose myself in the memory for just a moment.
Standing on the red carpet, dressed in a deep red floor length gown, my hair is styled to the side and curly. Creed stands beside me, looking as proud as punch as we posed for photos. Questions fly towards us, but we don’t answer a single one. We don’t need to. Creed made sure everything was out in the open when Royce found out. His hand rests on my lower back as he leads me into the event and my eyes roam around the room. It’s decorated stunningly and it feels like a ‘pinch me moment’ being here.
Slipping my phone out of my clutch, I snap some photos and videos.
“Do you think I am okay to post on my socials?” I whisper to Creed as he leads us to our table.
“I don’t see why not.” He shrugs. “But if you want, I’ll have a word with Zoey, the events coordinator, and just double check.”
“Could you?” I smile up at him and he leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” I mutter as he walks off and I am stood alone, just people watching.
“You look beautiful as ever.” Royce’s voice slips through me and I turn to look at him, seeing him suited and booted in a tuxedo.
“You don’t look too bad either.” I wink as Kai rocks up behind him and gives him a pat on the back and me a kiss on the cheek.
We’re sitting with Luke and Zach from Montcroix and their two drivers. I met them back in Monaco but haven’t seen them since. Creed is back, his hand pressing against the small of my back.
“She said it’s fine for you to post. She asked if you can make sure it’s posted on the team’s page as well.” He smirks and I pout.
“Of course,” I chime as we take our seats. Creed one side of me, Royce the other.
The evening goes off without a hitch, and I honestly had the best time, but now, all I want to do was get back to the hotel. Creed has been teasing me all night, fingers skating against my bare skin, dipping under the slit of my dress, seeing how far he could go before I stopped him.
I wait patiently as he says his goodbyes and I watch as Luke says something to him which has Creed tipping his head back and laughing before they shake hands and they walk away.
He leads me outside to the waiting car. The New York air feels a little cooler than it did the night before and I shudder. He hooks his suit jacket over my shoulders, and I lean into him, his lips pressing to the top of my head. I hum; I’m so happy and I’m so glad he came into my life.
His mouth ison mine as soon as we’re in the blacked-out car, his body leaning across mine. I know we should wait until we’re back in the room but sometimes, it’s just too much. His hand glides up my exposed thigh as he teases over my pussy.
“No underwear.” His eyes flame, his voice raspy.
I blush before his tongue invades my mouth, moulding together as he swirls his fingertips in my arousal, teasing a finger at my opening and I roll my hips.
“I didn’t like how every man in that room looked at you tonight. They looked at you as if they wanted you,” he whispers against my lips and I moan as he slips another finger deep inside of me, stretching me, dipping his fingers in and out.
“Did it make you jealous?” I tease him, rotating my hips over his fingers, grinding into the palm of his hand.
“Drove me fucking wild.” He growls, brushing his thumb over my clit and I moan into his mouth.
“Good.” I spur him on, wanting to put him into a jealous rage.
“You’re a brat, Ace.” He slips his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss. My breaths are ragged, and I am desperate for him.
“Do you like teasing me, like getting me all riled up?” he mutters as he tugs at his bow tie and I watch as it unravels.
