Free Dominant for the Night (For The Night #7) by C. J. Fallowfield Page A

whispered, as
his lips touched my forehead.
     

Softly, Softly

    Lucas
    I carried her into my
en-suite, she looked tired, not just from our exploits so far tonight, she was
working herself too hard. On top of her ridiculous filming schedule, she was
coming to mine early every morning to run through a gruelling circuit training
routine, followed by boxing. She was flying back and forth to Los Angeles for
casting calls for new films, fielding offers from agents. She’d also just moved
into a new three bedroom, penthouse apartment and was missing seeing her
parents every day. She needed a break. I decided I was going to organise a
holiday for us, as soon as she finished these last few scenes of the Broken
Promises Trilogy . The thought of days alone with her, being able to sink
into her whenever I wanted, had my cock unfurl again. I set her down under the
power shower head, kneeling down to unhook the stockings from her suspender
belt, carefully rolling them down, kissing her thighs as I did. She ran her
fingers through my hair, gently raking my scalp with her sexy black painted
nails, which sent shivers down my spine. I wasn’t sure I could wait until the
morning for her answer. In the past I’d have laid all my money on a woman
wanting me, on saying yes to anything I asked, but with Summer had come nerves.
She’d found a tiny crack in my perfected armour and had seeped in over time
like water, penetrating the heart of me. She had me questioning myself all the
time, wondering if I was good enough. For her.
    ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, softly. I looked up
from my crouched position to see her dazzling blue eyes full of concern.
    ‘Nothing,’ I smiled.
    ‘We promised no lies,’ she frowned, reminding me
of our agreement when we started seeing each other as friends.
    ‘I’m worried about you,’ I shrugged, as I lifted
each foot in turn to slip her stockings off.
    ‘My bottom’s fine, it may hurt when I sit down,
but it’s fine.’
    ‘Good to know, but I wasn’t talking about your
delicious pink bottom,’ I smiled, as I stood back up and reached around her to
unhook her suspender belt, kissing her as I did. ‘You look tired.’
    ‘I’ve had three powerful orgasms tonight,’ she
smiled back, with a flush to her cheeks.
    ‘Before tonight, you’re working too hard.’ I
reached to the control on the wall and turned on the water, it was already
pre-set to the perfect temperature, hot enough to leave skin pink, just like
her cheeks, but not scalding. She gasped as the droplets hit her and I swept
her hair away from her face. ‘You need to rest, you need a break.’
    ‘I will, when things quieten down.’
    ‘Things will never quieten down for you, Summer
Beresford. You’re a star now, but you’re going to be a super star. You’ll have
photographers and fans following you everywhere, you’ll be in the headlines
every day, you’ll need a bodyguard and I’ll take out anyone who even so much as
looks at you the wrong way.’ I clasped her face as I stepped forward, pressing
against her soft breasts as I kissed her, my need for her drowning me more than
this torrential down pour hammering down on us, and it wasn’t the only thing
steaming up my mirror and glass shower screen.
    ‘You want to be my bodyguard?’ she questioned, her
eyebrows raised in surprise, between kisses.
    ‘I want to be your boyfriend, but trust me, when
you’re with me no one will ever hurt you. I’d die first,’ I responded
sincerely, my heart right behind the statement.
    ‘Lucas,’ she sighed, as she looked up at me, tears
of emotion in her eyes, her black mascara starting to leave trails down her
face.
    ‘Talk later, I want you, again. I always bloody
want you. From the moment I opened that first email you sent, you had me angel,
there’s been no one for me since. You’re my Viagra, when I’m old and grey I’ll
just look at you and he’ll come to life.’ I reached down as I continued to kiss
her, curling my fingers