Unscripted (15 page)

“
Christ, baby,” he said, inhaling through sharp panting breaths. “That was fucking incredible. I’m going to fully enjoy fucking your sweet mouth. You’re very good at that.”

Ronan hiked up his pants while trying to regain his normal breathing.

Walking to the bathroom I basked in the delight that I had rocked this man’s world sexually using only my mouth. Okay, so my tongue and hands had helped too, but still I was very pleased with myself. Moments later, after I was able to collect myself, Ronan joined me, and we brushed our teeth in silence, only smiling at each in the mirror. He was positively glowing. He couldn’t stop smiling. I didn’t know if it was because I was with him or because of the mind-blowing orgasm I’d just given him. Maybe it was both. I watched him intently as he tied his bow tie carefully, slipped on his jacket over his broad shoulders and clasped his silver Bvlgari watch to his wrist. He was so beautiful I wanted to cry.

Is that stupid?
I seriously think I’m falling for him.

The sleek black limo arrived at the gala just in time so that Ronan could walk the red carpet. He asked if I was ready to be photographed on his arm, and I declined. I honestly didn’t think it was a good idea. He understood, but I could tell that a twinge of disappointment rushed over him.

“
I have a surprise for you tonight,” he said, smiling warmly at me while twirling the diamond and platinum bracelet he’d bought for me with his long fingers.

“
What is it?” I giggled.

“
Mr. Connolly, sir, they’re ready to take you to the red carpet now,” Dean’s husky voice said over the intercom.

“
Okay, I’m ready. Open the door in ten.” Brushing the back of his hand over my cheek, he kissed me. I gripped his arm as his hands drifted to my neck, deepening our kisses. I gently shoved his shoulder, saying, “You’re going to be late.”

“
I’m
already
late.” He grinned.

He let go of me, and I hurriedly went towards the front of the limo so that no one would see me. Ronan smoothed his tie, the door opened and he stepped out. His PR team quickly ushered him out of the limo and up the steps to the media frenzy. I heard the screams and the chanting of his name which made me anxious and excited all at once. I felt my heart skip a beat when he was swept up in the swarm of photographers, and I could no longer see his gorgeous silhouette.

After dropping Ronan off at the front of the Hawthorne Park Plaza, Dean escorted me into the VIP entrance of the ballroom, ushering me past security and shielding me from the few paparazzi that were hiding in the alley, hoping to get pictures of celebrities avoiding the red carpet.

The place was packed wall to wall with celebrities. Walking to the bar alone I must have passed fifteen or so famous faces I recognized. While ordering a white wine, I noticed Ronan’s co-star, Heather Young, talking to a tall dark-haired guy in a midnight navy suit. I wondered which famous person she might be talking with. Heather was obviously enjoying herself— she was flipping her hair, touching his arm and giving this person the most seductive fuck me eyes.

My own eyes darted around the ballroom searching for any sign of Ronan. Dean was at least ten feet behind me at all times everywhere I moved.

“
Holliday Prescott,” I heard a male voice say.

I turned around slowly to find Grady James standing in front of me looking as handsome as ever.

Good God
.

I never dreamed in a million years I’d run into
him,
of all people, at Ronan’s charity event. Tall, dark and handsome, Grady James was one of the hottest male models in the world, sometimes charity polo player and occasional actor. He’d been in a handful of TV shows and movies. I’d spent the previous summer, and then some, fucking his brains out all over the city of Manhattan and at his beach house in the Hamptons. Grady had a thing for fucking in public places— elevators, hotel lobby bathrooms and the VIP room of an upscale martini bar. He’d even managed to screw me on his agent’s desk one afternoon in July. Technically his agent’s office is not public space, but it was thrilling to think we could be caught at any moment.

“
Grady James, what are you doing here?” I asked as he hugged me and brushed a soft kiss to my heated cheek. A photographer snapped a photo of us, reminding me of the night I went to his agency’s annual white party as his date. We were photographed everywhere that night. I wonder if those pictures were still in existence.

“
Holliday, you look absolutely wonderful. You are a sight for sore eyes,” he teased, giving me a flirtatious once over. “I’m a guest of Heather Young’s.”

Right, of course he would be a guest of Heather’s.

His midnight navy suit amplified his dark blue eyes. And of course it was expertly tailored— three-piece, with a checkered shirt and a pink and purple striped tie. His dark hair was slicked back and he had the slightest five o’clock shadow.

Damn he was sexy.

“
How are you doing, Holliday?”

“
I’m fine, nothing too exciting happening.”

I was jolted from my conversation with Grady by the sounds of echoing clapping. Ronan had entered the ballroom, all smiles and waves.

“
I hate that guy,” Grady grumbled.

That whipped my attention back to him.

“
Ronan Connolly? Why?” I huffed. “He’s harmless.”

“
He’s a self-centered asshole who’s only out for himself.”

“
Really?” I said dryly. “The movie star who’s hosting a charity gala to help raise funds for the good of sending medical supplies to Africa?”

“
Holliday, I’m telling you the guy is first-class jerk.”

“
What do you know about Ronan?” I quipped.

Suddenly Heather Young appeared from the shadows, linking her arm with Grady’s. She smiled at me in that fake way that women do when they’re sizing you up. Heather was tall and beautiful, lean in all the right places and curvy in all of the other the perfect places, the true definition of a blonde bombshell. Her slim-fitting red, scoop-neck gown showed off her two best assets— her huge tits. She looked pretty good, maybe a little tired considering she was just let out of rehab about two months ago. According to the gossips, stress and anxiety issues had gotten her a pass into a posh resort to help her recharge from being overworked. Others say it was her heroin addiction. I didn’t think she was wiry enough to have a drug problem. I’ve been around my fair share of models with substance problems, including Charlotte, who’d battled her demons early on. She’d had a mild flirtation with cocaine, pills and booze. After a few bad decisions that could have wrecked her career, Charlotte had given up the drugs, but she still had the occasional drink.

I took a sip of my wine and saw Ronan approaching us. The flashbulbs from all the cameras went off like lightening with every powerful stride he took. He kissed my cheek and whispered, “Stay away from Grady James. I have to go greet everyone. Find Dean and take your seat,” he demanded coolly.

“
Heather, you look beautiful,” Ronan said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“
Grady, glad you could make it to the event,” Ronan said sharply as he shook his hand.

He excused himself and went to the podium. He didn’t introduce me to Heather, but I will forgive him, knowing that I held some accountability for his late arrival. I did as I was told and went to my seat at the VIP table. I didn’t recognize or know anyone seated at my table.

The event wasn’t entirely fun for me. Ronan, whom I barely spoke to, was my lifeline and he couldn’t really introduce me because he was too busy himself. I couldn’t fault him for that. The only person I knew I was ordered not to talk to, but I couldn’t exactly avoid Grady. He came up to me at one point asking me to dance. I felt Ronan’s eyes burning into me, so I politely declined. I tried to talk to as many people that I felt comfortable with while Ronan mingled.

“
How much time do we have before I need to be back at the podium?” Ronan asked one of his PR Consultants. I think he said her name was Donna. She was young, blonde and rail thin.

Checking her itinerary, she replied, “Dinner will be served in twenty minutes, followed by dessert and you have fifteen minutes after that before you have to speak again, Mr. Connolly.”

Ronan stood. “Very good. Thank you, Donna.” Leaning into me he whispered, “Come with me,
now
.”

Leaving the ballroom, Ronan pulled me into the bathroom.

“
Ronan,” I stepped back. “What are we doing in here?”

“
We
didn’t finish what
we
started earlier,” he replied as he closed the gap between us.

“
Ronan, I don’t think
we
should do
this
in
here
.”

A soft moan escaped my lips as Ronan smoothed his hand up my thigh and slipped between my legs finding me completely wet.

“
As it would seem my beauty, you are quite ready to do
this,
in
here
,” he said, taking my bottom lip into his mouth.

Pushing me against the vanity I heard someone turn the doorknob. My eyes flew open in panic.

“
Don’t worry, the door is locked,” he said, picking me up and setting me on the sink.

“
Ronan…” My breath caught in my throat as his hand squeezed my breast.

Trailing his tongue against my skin, he whispered, “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me?” He moved my hand and placed it over his cock— rock hard. Kissing down my chin and gently sucking on my neck, I gripped him tighter.

“
Tell me what you want, Holliday,” he prompted, caressing my thighs shoving my dress up to my waist.

I sucked in a breath as he pressed two fingers inside me teasingly moving in and out. He circled his thumb around my clit, both of us looking down where he was touching me. It felt so fucking good.
Too
good. I arched my back as he continued to stroke my clit.

“
Ronan…”

He suddenly pulled his fingers out of me. He dipped his thumb across my wetness. Then brought it up to my face— dragging it over my lips and sliding it against my tongue. I tasted my own slickness.
Interesting.

“
Tell me you don’t want my cock buried deep inside you, right
here
…
right
now
.”

His fingers trailed down my throat and across my collarbone. I felt the flush bloom across my chest as Ronan lifted my leg around his waist. Whispering my name, he placed my hand over his belt buckle. I said nothing. I slipped my finger under the metal clasp, and he drew his hand to the back of my dress. My zipper came down. The next thing I felt was Ronan’s tongue swirling around my nipple.

My eyes fluttered open. “Ronan… please…” My voice was barely a whisper.

“
Please what?” he asked, moving his fingers down to my pussy once more teasing me.

“
Please…
yes
…”

Ronan smiled, probably relishing the torment he was causing my body. “Does your sweet cunt ache a bit?”

“
Ronan.”

“
Do you know how wet you are right now?” His lips pressed against mine. “Are you thinking you might want to fuck me now?” More kisses crossed my lips.

“
Too much… talking… just…” My hands reached for his cock in desperation. Feeling the hard length of him Ronan let me push his trousers down a bit before moving back a step.

“
Just what, my beauty?”

“
Just…
just
fuck me already,” I hissed.