Champagne Showers (22 page)

“Number two and number three are the same person. My late ex-finance, Adelaide.”

Oh, no. I was not prepared to hear that. His late ex-finance. Shit! This is not good, not good at all. No wonder he didn’t want to discuss why this event was close to his heart.

“Adelaide passed away four years ago. She was in a car accident. Her work with children and her passion to help ensure that literacy is a top priority was her life’s work. I started the foundation after she passed. She would have wanted her work carried on.” His tone is low and restrained. His eyes dart around us, as he seems to be cautious of who may be near us listening.

“Oh, Harrison. I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“I know. You had every reason to be upset. I’m sorry that Marion got a hold of you tonight. I have let her know that she need not interfere in my personal business.”

“She wants you, Harrison. I can see it in the way she looks at you.”

“Danielle, seriously now. You have got to be kidding. We have very defined lines at Towers, and besides, we practically grew up together.”

“Well you crossed every one of those lines with me, now haven’t you?”

“Ah Ms. Austen. I do believe you are the exception to the rules. AND you are the only one who has all of my time. Don’t worry about that brunette trying to rile you up.”

“Oh believe me, I can hold my own.”

He chuckles then moves his hand around to the back of my head and pulls lightly on my hair, bringing his lips to mine. Hard but sensitive, sealing them with his wanting mouth. I’ll be damned if that wasn’t a clear message for miss wine witch. Ha! I can feel the whole place watching us. A million questions racing through their minds, I suspect.

“You’re mine,” he whispers with possessiveness in my ear but as he holds me close.

“Danielle, it occurs to me that you need to eat. Another eventful night lies ahead of you.”

Oh God! This man is a sex maniac. Not that I’m complaining.

We finish out the song and head back to our table.

Harrison’s phone starts ringing in his pocket.

“Harrison Towers.” Then he starts speaking in French again. He obviously doesn’t want me to hear when this person calls because he always talks in French! Damn I took the wrong language while in school.

“Danielle, excuse me. I’m going to run to the men’s room to take this call. The ladies lounge is just on the other side of the event if you need it.” He scoots out of the event and into the main estate alongside the vineyard.

Alone again. This must be what life is like with this man. No wonder he’s 42 and still single. I decide to go freshen up since our dinner has yet to arrive.

There’s a two-person bathroom in the guesthouse next to the vineyard designated as the ladies lounge. I hop into a stall and check my phone. Nothing except for another missed call from a damned unknown caller. Jesus! Now who was that man again who started dancing with me? Paul, yes that’s it. I really do need to keep a running list of questions that seem to slip my mind! I clasp my clutch together and walk out of the stall.

Low and behold, who has to be standing at the mirror applying lipstick, but the wine witch herself.

“Ms. Austen. Nice to run into you again.”

“Likewise.”

“So, I’m assuming you are joining us in Montreal next week?”

“Marion. I really don’t have the time or the inclination to discuss anything with you.”

“Oh my. You have fallen for him haven’t you? I can see the way you look at him. Don’t fall too hard, Danielle.”

“Honestly. Who in the hell asked you anyways?” I exit the lounge.

The fucking bitch. Who in the hell does she think she is. Great, so now they’re going to Montreal together. This better be a damn working deal they’re attending together. Where in the hell is Harrison!?

I walk towards the estate to find the men's room he was talking about. There are signs pointing in the direction to the Sponsors’ Lounge. There is one door in the empty sponsors’ designated lounge that could be a restroom.

I unclasp my clutch and grab my phone. Wait, I hear the French. He is still speaking French, for what like ten minutes now? In the bathroom? Seriously? Okay, I’m going to change up the game plan for the evening.

I open up my text messages, and type a text.

8:40 PM

Harrison Towers

Location #8?

Then I hear through the door in English, “I need to go, we will revisit this at another time.”

The door unlocks and there he is. He looks frustrated and a little tense.

I push him back into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.

“Are you ready for Location
number eight,
Mr. Towers? Unzip me.”

He slowly unzips my dress and I carefully step out of it, placing it against the door. I’m wearing the black and pink Agent Provocateur lingerie corset and panties he gave me.

“God, help me. I knew they would look scandalous on you.”

In a millisecond, he has me pushed up against the bathroom wall.

His hands grip both sides of my face as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth, neck, Oooh God my ears, the spot of my neck that makes me want to say, “Just Fuck me right now, I can’t take it any longer.”

I shrug off his tuxedo coat and unbutton his white crisp shirt. He smells of his cologne mixed with the fresh air of the vineyard; it overcomes me.

He throws my hands above my head and pins them to the wall as he works my neck with his tongue. He works me all the way down to my breasts. I throw my head back against the wall in pure pleasure.

Don’t stop... Don’t stop, I think to myself. The thought of us in this tiny one-person bathroom with hundreds of people on the outside, drives me insane.

He reaches down and his hands slide up my thighs as he kisses me violently and possessively. He grabs my ass hard as he seals his lips over me.

OH MY LORD... Can this get any hotter... I may cum right now.

His hands slide down over my lace panties.

”You are so wet for me, aren’t you.”

He slips one finger inside me, pushing my panties aside.  DEEP inside me, then he pulls out.

He then drops down to his knees and grabs my ass as he pushes his face into my panties, fucking me with his tongue through my panties. I can’t take it! I can feel his wet throbbing tongue running up my thigh as he moves my panties a little, just teasing me and then he really starts to work his tongue over the top of the lace.

I can’t take this. My body has chilling sensations all over, running through my veins as I grab his head and push him into me further. I moan louder and louder.

I can’t take this, I want his tongue pushed inside of me, parting every inch of my “P”.
My body is convulsing with pleasure. I throw one of my legs over his shoulders. I reach down and grab my panties, pulling them to the right side. He can’t resist. His tongue plunges down inside my soaking “P”, devouring every inch of me.

I’m about to cum hard for him. Knowing that anyone could open the door at any time, just sets me off. My body starts to tremble and I cum so hard, wrapping around his tongue.

I push him away from me, and gasp for air. My breathing is heavy and fast.

I drop down to my knees as I push him back against the sink countertop. I unbutton his pants, while I grab his right hand and place his middle finger in my mouth. I slide my mouth up and down. I slowly suck on his finger from tip to base, mimicking what is coming next. I glance up to look at his face, and he throws his head back and pushes his hips further into me, letting out a long and much needed sigh of pleasure. I moan harder while licking his finger. Our eyes lock. I want him to watch me devour every inch of him. His erection is hard and wanting, and I unzip the rest of his pants to release his thick cock. I stroke his shaft with his finger still in my mouth. I can tell that he is about to combust. I begin to stroke harder, twisting his shaft and then I start sucking the crown of his cock, curling my tongue around it, twisting in circles that I can tell is driving him to the edge. I slowly point his erection upwards, licking the length while watching him. I smile, as I’m enjoying every single inch. I let him know how much I love serving his cock. Now I stroke harder and lick in rhythm towards him climaxing all over my tongue. I don’t ever think about slowing down. I tell him to hold his cock and cum inside my mouth. He is so overcome with pleasure that he shoots his cum deep inside me with a loud shattering moan. A few more finishing licks and I smile at him again.

I hear voices outside the door. Shit. Well good for them now, we’ve finished. We’re both disheveled. My hair is rocking out that just fucked look. Harrison looks hot with my hands running through his locks.

Our breathing is still heavy as we slip back into our clothes. This is just what I needed. A little foreplay to get him thinking about what’s to come tonight. I brought that little box he gave me and I intend on using everything in it.

“Did you bring the box, Danielle?” What is he, a mind reader now?

“Yes. I’m sure you’re looking forward to that.”

“You have no idea what I have planned for you, Ms. Austen.”

Good God, he can make me cum again just talking to me like that and looking at me with those freshly fucked eyes.

“We better get back to our table. There is a final speech at the end, and then Nicolas will be waiting to bring us back to the vineyard.”

He zips up the back of my dress, kissing me up my back as he does.

“This back is going to be pleased in ways you have never felt before.”

With that, he unlocks the door. No one around. They must have left when they heard what was behind this door. Thank god! I walk through the door and Paul is standing next to the side of the building. Well, looks like we had a guard for that little romp! Harrison has security in every damn pocket of the country. I don’t know why he has such increased security tonight. I also don’t know how long it will take for me to get used to this.

We proceed to enter the Estate, and it takes my breath away.

“Harrison, I would love to slip into a hot shower.”

“Of course, let’s get this dress off of you.”

We move into the master bedroom and Harrison carefully slides the dress off me, leaving on the jewels.

“You may want to remove the necklace in the bathroom. There is a case on top of the vanity to lay them in. I am going to grab us some champagne.” He kisses me sweetly on the cheek.

I take a quick warm shower. It feels so good after the cool evening breeze and the course of events that took place. I want to wash everything away and start fresh tonight.

I hear something playing over the surround sound speakers in the master bedroom. A sexy, but house type of music. Not as sensual as before, but not too rough either. I never realized how a little music and some champagne could really loosen me up and take all of my inhibitions away. Oh, we are going to play tonight. The little box of pleasure is tucked away in my overnight bag. I better throw on my silk robe and go assess what’s going on outside that door.

I head out of the master bath to a very dimly lit room. Dozens of candles are lit around the bed, dresser and large hidden TV console at the foot of the bed. He must be burning some sort of fragrant candle, it smells sexy and oh so sultry.

Harrison walks up behind me and places one hand on my ass while in his other hand he’s holding two glasses of champagne by the stems between his fingers.