Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,55

"Trust me?"

"Of course." There was never a doubt. He searched her gaze, missing her hands on his body. "Go ahead, baby. Touch me."

She paused, and then dipped her fingers between her own legs, coating her middle finger in her wetness. Slowly, she slid it between his crease again. Before he knew what hit him, her other hand was fisted around his base and her mouth was swallowing half of his cock. Her slick finger massaged his ass, working the tight muscle in a rhythm mimicking her tongue.

Sensation overload. He was at the brink of coming that fast.

Tongue swirling. Mouth suction. Hand pumping. Finger penetrating.

He barely had time to register the slight pressure in his hole, the mild, yet pleasurable burning, before his back tightened with an oncoming orgasm. She twisted her finger, and the nerves in so sensitive an area lit a fuse of need, building the pleasure. Her other hand fisted him harder. Her head bobbed faster. He hit the back of her throat and went blind.

"Coming," he growled. "Coming, baby." This time he yelled.

She waited until he started spilling before she slipped her finger out, lifted her head and straddled him, fist pumping as his seed shot out in hot spurts over his chest. Still coming, quaking, he thrust into her deft hands, the glide unimaginable. Finally able to touch her, he fisted his hands in her hair and dragged her face to his. Mouth wide open in pleasure as the last of him spilled out, he screamed through the strongest fucking release he ever had.

When his muscles unlocked, his lids opened to find her right there, breathing the same air and satisfaction in her eyes. Though it wasn't nearly enough to thank her, he kissed her with everything he had, wrapping his arms around her slender back.

Later, after he'd carried her to the shower and washed, she curled under the sheets and drifted off. Unable to look away, he fetched his camera from the floor, pleased he hadn't broken the thing when he dropped it before, and took several pictures of her sleeping. Stalker? Maybe. Smitten was more like it.

Yes, that's exactly what he was with Raven Crowne. She surpassed every fantasy he had where she was concerned. Enamored, lost, and smitten. He couldn't complain. He even saw it coming.

***

Raven lifted her brows at Nicole and bit back a smile. Nicole, just as amused, widened her eyes, pleading with Raven to stop.

Michael Hawthorn, Hoan's agent, was more than a little surprised by her assistant being in the meeting to set up the exhibit. And by Nicole's low-cut peach dress, which molded to her curves. His gaze kept drifting, even while he fiddled on his phone to check his event calendar.

He smoothed a hand down his tie. "I think the end of March would work best. What do you have open?"

Nicole checked her ledger. "The twenty-eighth? That's the last Friday."

He nodded and adjusted his tall frame in the chair. "That works. When do you need the pieces by and how many?" As it had been since he'd arrived, his tone was clipped and curt. Gone was the smooth, amused man who'd strolled into her office a little more than a month ago to initiate Noah's reveal.

They both looked to Raven. "Nicole will oversee this show, so you can deal with her directly. I'll step in if need be."

On average, Nicole typically handled the details once Raven signed an artist. Where Raven focused on the catering, online and media aspects, Nicole worked the rest, like sending the photos out for framing, handling sales, and setting up displays. Just because Hoan was a big name didn't mean she was pulling her assistant off the exhibit.

Nicole crossed her legs, completely unaware Mr. Hawthorn followed the movement with his eyes. "We should meet with Mr. Dwell to establish--"

"No. You deal with me and me only."

"But?? She looked at Raven, tucking her long, strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.

Raven nodded. "I'm aware of Mr. Dwell's aversion to the public eye. I agreed to his terms. Mr. Hawthorn will act on his behalf."

"Okay," Nicole said slowly. "In that case, I think thirty pieces would do it, but we can adjust that number for what he has ready."

They worked out some minor details and agreed to another meeting early next week before Mr. Hawthorn left and Nicole went back to work.

Raven finished the catering menu for a showing next Friday and called it an early day. Noah had a fundraiser tonight his company was sponsoring