Page 20 of Scandalously Yours

Alessia

Ihad been giddy all day since I had gotten the text message from Kristopher about blocking out the next two days for him. “Where are you taking me?” I’d asked when my curiosity got the best of me.

“That’s not important. I need for you to bring a dress for an event we’re going to attend, and something sexy for me to take off of you after.”

I knew what that meant, and it was the reason I had made sure to visit one of the local lingerie boutiques for something he would approve of. When I had stepped inside the store, it was a lot different than the usual places I shopped for similar items. I walked around for over an hour before deciding on something in black. The saleswoman had also talked me into getting a garter belt and matching stockings which had me heading to Times Square for a dress to match. I finally had everything I needed, and because we were leaving early that afternoon, I chose to wear something a lot more comfortable until it was time to get dressed.

I was actually quite nervous because this would be our first official date since the last night in the Bahamas. I remembered the cave, more than I should. When those memories would come rushing back, I’d be unable to forget the feel of his beard as it grazed my upper thighs as he gave me oral sex. He didn’t only look like sex on a stick, he was the best lover I had ever had, not that there were that many men to compare him to. Despite his masterful prowess, something told me he was still holding back on me, and hopefully after tonight, I wouldn’t be thinking that anymore.

I had my small suitcase packed, as well as a dress bag, and I was nervously pacing back and forth until I saw his sportscar come into view. My hands were shaking as I grabbed my things and headed downstairs to meet him. There was no need in being so apprehensive. Kris had been a gentleman to me since the night we met. Even when we had sex, he made sure I came first. Other lovers I had were never so polite. I then giggled as I thought about putting that word and him in the same sentence. When he was taking me, there was a raw sort of desperation and it definitely didn’t fall into that category. I was still smiling when I reached his car. He got out and placed my stuff in the trunk before he helped me into the vehicle.

I wanted to kiss him, and when I leaned over to do that, he placed his finger in front of my mouth. “Not here, Ale.” He had to have noticed my sudden look of disappointment because his voice softened as he added, “Once we get somewhere more private, I’m going to kiss the hell out of you.”

I smiled at that and leaned back in my seat. My gaze then moved around the interior of the car. This was the nicest vehicle that I had ever been in, and when I noticed the emblem, I had to ask, “What kind of car is this?”

He smiled, and damn if it didn’t look good on him. I was sure between the new position he took on at the hospital and whatever marital troubles he had been having must take its toll on him because he rarely smiled. “It’s a Superleggera. Have you ever been in an Aston Martin before?”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t say I have. It’s really nice, though.” I placed my hands on my lap and chewed nervously on my bottom lip. On the phone, I would talk his ear off, yet in person, I was now acting shy. “I love the color, too,” I finally said to cut some of the awkward silence.

He went on to tell me the color was a custom shade known as Ocellus Teal. The car was sleek enough, but the dark color made it appear even more so. It was small and while his kids might fit in the very back, I didn’t think they would be able to do so comfortably, so he likely only took one person out at a time in this. My thoughts turned to his wife, and I wondered if she had sat in this same seat anxiously awaiting whatever he had planned for them. It would do me no good to think about that right now, so I looked outside at the passing scenery and saw the signs for the airport.

“Are we flying somewhere?” I asked. I supposed that was a stupid question since he had told me to clear my schedule for the next two days. I assumed we would attend some event near Manhattan, then get a hotel afterward where we would spend the next day in each other’s arms.

“Yes, I should’ve told you that much.”

I supposed I should’ve insisted he tell me more, but when he asked me to pack some lingerie, my mind had gone straight to the gutter. I really hoped I had my passport. Grabbing my purse, I rummaged through it until I found what I would need. I had actually not pulled it out since I came back from the Bahamas.

“Is it too late to ask where we are going?” I flashed a hopeful grin at him as he placed his hand on top of my knee.

“We’re going to Boston. Before you get too excited, it’s work related.” My smile fell immediately at that. He rubbed my knee, then chuckled. “I needed to provide a reason for you to be there in case we’re photographed together. Once we’re done with this event, I will make it up to you. How many orgasms will it take for you to forgive me?”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re paying with?” I smiled at him, then pretended to ponder his question. “I think three or four would be a good start.”

“Start?” He flashed me a feral grin. “That’s just a warmup, Ale. I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll lose count trying to remember them all.”

His hand had slipped between my legs as he’d been talking, and I squeezed my thighs together, trapping it between them. I had never been overly sexual in the past, but he seemed to bring some hidden side out of me. When I relaxed my legs, his hand moved higher. My breath hitched in my throat as he rubbed his hand against me, all the while hoping he wouldn’t realize how wet I already was. Feeling insecure, I reached down to swat his hand away to no avail.

“Don’t ever hide your reaction to me. I enjoy knowing my words can make you wet. In fact, I’m going to keep you that way until we reach Boston,” he warned, and I moaned.

“H-how?” I stammered, and as the corner of his lips quirked upward, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know any longer.

“You’ll see,” he simply responded, then pulled into the parking garage.

It wasn’t long before he forwarded me my boarding pass and had me follow him through security. I’d been to Boston once or twice in my life, but it’d been with my grandparents when I was younger. They loved Martha’s Vineyard, and when on the Cape, we would spend a day in the city, shopping. I remembered it all so fondly. After my grandfather’s diagnosis, I tried to recall everything I could to help him, but it hadn’t been enough, and like so many others, the disease ravaged his mind and now he lived an existence that made no sense to him around family he considered strangers.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he asked me the moment he saw my sullen expression.

“It’s nothing. I was just remembering the last time I went to Massachusetts is all.”

I didn’t know if it was the crowded airport, or he inherently knew I didn’t want to talk about it, because he let it go which was more than he did at other times. I appreciated his usual concern, but he’d booked an entire weekend for us and the last thing I wanted to do was sour the mood by talking about things I couldn’t fix or control. Kris deserved a better companion than that, so I followed him through the swaths of people as we made our way to the gate. Once there, they were close to boarding passengers, so we stood off to the side.

I glanced down at my ticket and could tell he’d booked first class. I let out a soft giggle which drew his attention back to me. “I saw what seats you’ve booked us, and I realized I wasn’t surprised, at least not about them.”

“What were you surprised about, then?”

“I’m just shocked you don’t have your own private plane being a Titan and all.”

He shook his head ruefully. He knew I had found out he was a Titan and I remembered thinking it was some super elite society, and I supposed in a way it was. As he’d explained once or twice when it first came up, the title was something he’d been given completely because of who he was and where he came from, not that one changed my opinion of him in the slightest. He then told me about how the men got together sometimes weekly and smoked cigars and talked, but that was it.

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