Unscripted (14 page)

“
How did you find out about Emma’s plan?” I pulled back, and he finally released the hold he had on me.

“
One of the photographers she hired called me and told me what happened. Emma didn’t know that Franklin was a personal friend. She doesn’t know the relationships I have with certain photogs. I keep it that way in case I ever need to call in favors. I immediately called Nina and convinced her not to publish the photos.” Ronan walked back to the bar, leaning against it coolly. “It cost me, and now I have to give her something in return. This is how the Hollywood game is played. I assure you that if I could have I would have stopped Nina from publishing your picture. I am really trying not to have your personal life disrupted. I’m sorry that this happened, but this is what happens when you date a celebrity. Can you please forgive me?”

“
Forgive you? Ronan, please, I’m the one that flew off the handle. I’m…”

He cut me off with a kiss. “Do you remember the phone call I took Saturday evening before we had dinner?”

“
Yes.”

“
That was Nina returning my call. She found out your name and where you worked. I cut a deal with her telling her she could run the pictures, but she was to leave your name out of the post. I told her if she printed anything personal I would sue her and Taryn.”

“
Ronan, I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “I don’t care about my picture being published. I appreciate that you cared so much to try and stop it, though,” I muttered softly. “Will
you
forgive
me
?”

He pulled back, placing his thumb over my cheek and wiping the tears away. Taking the drink from my hand, he placed it on the bar and returned to me. With his fingers around the nape of my neck he kissed me deeply, brushing his tongue with mine over and over.

“
Does that answer your question?”

I nodded, looking into his eyes with a seductive lazy grin.
God, he has me so irrevocably under his spell.
I had survived my first fight with Ronan Connolly. Granted it was all my doing with my trust issues, but at least he didn’t let me run. He made me talk to him. He made me communicate, which was a good thing. The last thing I wanted was to end up like my parents, never asking the right questions and never being completely honest.

“
Three things… You don’t love Emma?”

He shook his head and said, “No, not in the least.”

“
And you make love to me?”

“
My beauty, you’ve cast a spell on me, and I’m enamored by you.”

“
Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you. I think you seduce me with your eyes on purpose,” I replied. “And we’re dating?”

Teasing me, he said, “I don’t date, remember?” He bent down to kiss me again.

I cocked my head to the left, giving him a sly smile. I said nothing.

He laughed very sweetly, telling me, “I only want to be with
you
. There is no one else that has my attention.”

The penthouse phone rang, and Ronan answered it. “Yes send them up. Thank you.”

Shoving my hands into the pockets of my skirt, I looked at him suspiciously. Ronan came back towards me, brushing the hair away from my face and clearing the way to cover my mouth with his firm sweet lips. I heard a knock at the door. Ronan kissed me again quickly and then walked to the foyer. Dean stood there carefully checking IDs as the women marched in swiftly, one leggy blonde after the other wearing white lab coats and dressed in black. They were carrying suitcases, folding massage tables and endless cosmetics cases.

“
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you,” he said while cupping my face. “We’re getting a couple’s massage, and then
you’re
getting pampered the rest of the afternoon before the gala,” Ronan whispered while tracing small circles on my cheek with his thumb.

“
Ronan, my love, you look well,” said a tall blonde woman dressed in all black, kissing him on both cheeks. She had a thick accent, maybe Swedish. Her name was Livia Bergman, and she owned, according to Ronan, the most exclusive upscale full service salon and spa in all of Manhattan. Ronan was just one of her many celebrity clients. For a moment I wondered if he had slept with Livia. That greeting was awfully warm and familiar.

I thoroughly enjoyed my afternoon of pampering. Ronan had ordered champagne and espresso along with fresh fruit and assorted Italian chocolates to indulge in while I had my hair and nails done. When I emerged from the master suite wearing the strapless metallic gown, I found Ronan standing in front of the picture window. He stood tall and powerful gazing out over the city as the sun began to dip into the horizon with one hand on the piano and a drink in his other. He turned around, catching my stare. His eyes widened as he ran his hand over the curve of his jaw to his mouth, taking in the sight of me in the dress. I smiled knowing that I had this alluring effect on him.

The dress was simply stunning. It was almost as if it was made with my body in mind, hugging my curves in all the right places. I felt amazing.

My dark brown hair was parted on one side with my blunt bangs sweeping across my forehead and loose waves cascading over my shoulders. Mimi, the makeup artist that Ronan hired, made me up with a subtle blue smoky eye and slicked my lips with a very light pink gloss. I thought about a silver manicure, but I ultimately went classic with a French manicure. I didn’t want to be too bold, yet.

Just as Ronan was scanning my body with his electric eyes, I was doing the same thing to him, taking note of just how handsome he truly was. Dressed in a classic white tuxedo shirt paired with slim-fitting trousers, he looked distinguished. His bowtie was draped around his collarbone not yet tied and his normally curly dark brown hair was slicked back in neat relaxed waves.

“
Holliday, you look absolutely gorgeous. I’m an incredibly lucky man,” he said, approaching me slowly while placing his drink on the round table.

Blushing, I said, “Thank you. You look pretty dapper yourself, Mr. Connolly. Like James Bond.”

“
All I need is a martini because I already have a beautiful woman on my arm. I’m not going to be able to control myself tonight. All I’ll be thinking about is how to get you out of this dress and spread out under me,” he teased.

“
Well you’ll just have to control your libido tonight, Ronan. Honestly, and I cannot believe I’m saying this, I think I need a break from your cock.”

What am I saying? I’ll never tire of him fucking me.

His eyebrows shot up as he inched towards me, saying, “I can use things other than my cock to ravage your irresistible body incessantly.” He licked his bottom lip.

Christ! Don’t fucking do that.

“
I like this,” he said, running his hand up the parted slit of my dress, seductively caressing my leg. Reaching up and under he found that I was not wearing any panties.

“
Well, well what’s going on here?”

I playfully smirked at him, shoving at the curve of his shoulder.

Kissing my neck he let out a groan so enthralling the vibrations sent rippling shockwaves through my entire body.
Ronan moved me to the back of the couch where he bent me over at the waist, throwing my dress up over my hips and exposing my backside. He ran his hands over the small of my back and down my buttocks, gripping each side firmly. With the coaxing of his knees, my legs parted, and I let out a gasp when he plunged a finger inside me. He stroked me back and forth slowly as he planted soft kisses on the curve of my hip. I felt my breasts swell, my stomach tighten and my nipples harden instantly at his skillful touch. He added a second finger, causing me to buck my hips, silently begging for more.

Fuck me.

Normally I might give a damn that I’d just had my hair and makeup done, but I was shamelessly seduced into letting Ronan do whatever he wanted to me. I didn’t care if he smudged my lipstick or tousled my hair. I was all too happy to have a quick and dirty romp with him.

Grabbing me by the waist, he spun me around swiftly. My ass smacked up against the low back of the couch, and I gripped it with my hands for balance. With a greedy desire sharpening in his eyes, he threw my skirt up over my hips. Apparently he was on a mission. Most of my evening gown was over the back of the couch. The rest of the fabric was being held back by Ronan’s hand. In an instant he was on his knees, running his soft hot tongue over my clit. I nearly fell over when he began moving his tongue with broad strokes over the entire area of my pussy. My knees shook when I felt Ronan sucking the most inner bits of my skin.

“
Mmmm, Holliday you taste sweet like vanilla, sugary sweet… so warm.”

That was nice of him to say, but I’m sure I don’t taste like a fucking cupcake.

When he took one of his long fingers pushing in as far as he could go, I spread my stance wider. He seemed to enjoy that because he dipped another finger inside me while licking my throbbing clit wildly. My entire body grew warmer with every soft stroke of his tongue. I was losing my mind, coming undone the more he licked and sucked. I gripped the couch so tight I thought I might break off a nail.

“
I could spend hours between your legs… sucking… licking and tasting your fucking perfect silky little cunt.”

He blew softly against my skin, teasing me, driving me wild, while licking me senseless. Devouring me, Ronan plunged deeper and deeper. My unhinging came when he pressed his plush tongue flat against my pussy, while still sucking my clit.

“
Ohhh
…
Yesss
,” I cried out in a moan of indescribable pleasure. I thought for sure the next floor could hear me. I nearly thought I might blackout from the dizzying electric shockwaves that were ripping through me.

“
Jesus Christ,
Ronan
,” I said breathlessly.

Ronan placed soft kisses across my thighs as I tried to regain my balance. He stood up, allowing my dress to fall back to the floor. I caught the scent of him as he leaned into my body, crisp and clean. I ached to touch him. I never wanted him to stop touching me, ever. He adjusted my dress and I noticed his cock was bulging through his pants. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted desperately to return the favor. Dropping to my knees in a $9,000 crystal-beaded gown, I reached up for the length of him.

“
Holliday,” he whispered.

Slowly unzipping his pants, a low guttural moan escaped him as I took him into my mouth with full leisurely slides, gripping just under the tip and moving my hand slowly up and down. I knew I should just suck the tip, but I wanted to feel all of him in my wet mouth.

“
Fuck
me
, good God that feels amazing,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

I looked up and winked. I could tell that turned him on so I continued to give him a few more deep slides taking him all the way into the back of my throat.
Completely hungry in my need to taste him, I gripped his shaft with both hands gently as I massaged him with my tongue. His moans of pleasure urged me to suck harder, cupping one hand around the base of his shaft and lightly squeezing.

“
Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Ronan threaded his fingers through my tresses. I felt his long fingers massaging my scalp. With my senses overloading, I kept servicing him, driving him wild with each lick.

“
Holliday,
Christ
. I’m so hard,” he groaned. “I love watching you sucking my cock.”

I swirled my wet tongue around the tip of the wide head of his dick and then took the length of him in my mouth gently and began moving in a slow steady rhythm.

Ronan pulled my hair, forcing my face up to look him in the eyes, murmuring while panting slowly, “I’m… going… to come now.”

I gently cupped his balls, stroking them softly as I brought Ronan to climax with a few more licks. Long wet slides with my tongue and brief grazes on the tip of his cock sent him exploding into my mouth. I swallowed each slow burst of hot liquid that he pumped into me, enjoying the saltiness as it coated my tongue and then slid down the back of my throat. He let out the most astonishingly erotic growl as he came forcefully for what seemed like several minutes.