Cav and I leave the table after speaking with a director I think he’d like to work with—gleaned from my mad observational skills. He leads me back outside to the pool area and sits on a chaise lounge before pulling me down beside him. My third glass of red is going down just as smoothly as the last two, and I’m hoping I can discreetly ask Windsor what this incredible vintage is.
Cav is also on his third drink. I can smell the Scotch on his lips when he tucks his arm around my hips and leans down to ghost them over mine.
“You fit in here.”
His words are a boost of confidence I didn’t know I needed. I’ve been telling myself all night that these people aren’t that different from me. I face many of the same challenges without having the same job. And I could probably buy and sell several of them, so there’s that.
“I’m glad you think so.” I pause, considering whether it’s actually the compliment I took it as. “That’s a good thing, right?”
Cav looks down at me, his brow furrowed. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
I shrug. “It’s clear you don’t like all of these people, so I guess I wanted to make sure.”
He considers before responding. “Do you like all the people in your crowd in New York?”
“Of course not.”
“But would it matter to you that I fit in with them?”
“Yes and no. I don’t care whether I fit in with them all the time, and they can be pretentious as hell.”
Cav scans the room. “I feel the same way about the people here. There are plenty I’d rather avoid, a few I really like, and the rest I can either take or leave. What I was trying to say is I’m glad you don’t feel out of place. This isn’t the easiest crowd to work, but I never doubted you’d be able to handle it.”
Again, his words fill me with warmth. When did it become so important to me to fit into his world?
When you decided you couldn’t stand the thought of letting him go. The voice in my head doesn’t let me get away with too much bullshit.
I drain the rest of my wineglass and set it on the glass-topped side table next to the chaise lounge and stand.
“I need to find the ladies’ room.”
Cav rises beside me. “I’ll lead the way.”
I’m tipsier than I expected, or maybe it’s just the überhigh heels, because I lean on Cav for support to keep me steady.
“You good?” he asks.
“I think so.” The warm glow of a good buzz shimmers over my skin, putting me in a chill and happy mood.
Cav leads me around what seems like a quarter mile of hallways until he pushes open a door and flips on the lights. “I’ll be outside.”
I slip into the bathroom, which, like the rest of Windsor’s home, is perfectly appointed. I’m washing my hands and admiring the cool fixtures when the door pops open and Cav steps inside and locks it behind him.
I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Knocking. It’s a concept.”
“You forget that I don’t ask permission, baby girl.”
That’s when I notice the heat flaring in his gaze and his hand tucked into his pocket.
He pulls out a silky bag and holds it up. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been carrying this around all night and waiting for the perfect time to use it?”
“That’s a hard question to answer when I don’t know what it is.”
“Bend over. I want your fingertips touching the mirror and your eyes on mine the whole time.”
My body responds on command as my nipples harden against the bodice of my dress. All night, I’ve been acutely aware of the ache he left and his promises about later. Not to mention how careful I’ve been to keep my legs squeezed shut to prevent any accidental flashes of nakedness.
“Here? Now?”
Cav lays the bag on the countertop and smooths a palm up the outside of my leg.
“Wherever I want. Whenever I want. You going to argue with me?” He drags the very short skirt of my dress up, exposing my bare ass to the cool air.
I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. “No. I’ve wanted it all night.”
“Because you’re my naughty girl. Can’t get enough cock to keep you sated. Now I’m going to fill you up all the way.”
I want to know what’s in the bag, but I’m not going to ask because I know it’ll just slow down whatever he’s going to give me, and I refuse to take the chance.
“You liked when I tongued this tight little asshole, didn’t you?” Cav’s fingers trail across my ass and slip lower, pressing against the forbidden spot in question.
“Yes, you know I did.” My reply is shameless, and I don’t care.
“Such a filthy girl. You’re gonna get a little filthier right here. I hope you can keep quiet, otherwise we’ll attract an audience.”
It’s on my tongue to ask him what he’s going to do to me, but again, I don’t want to slow him down.
“I want to fuck that perfect ass again soon, so I need to get you ready for it.”
My inner muscles clench at his words.
I should be horrified that he’s going to do this here and now, while a good chunk of Hollywood’s movers and shakers are outside this door, but for some reason that knowledge just ratchets up the excitement thrumming through me.
Cav’s hand slides between my thighs.
“Fucking soaked, baby girl. You want this as bad as I want to give it to you.”
My only response is a nod because his clever fingers are circling my clit and teasing me. I thrust my ass out further, uncaring whether it’s obscene.