nipple gently.
‘Or here?’ he asked as he moved over to suck her right nipple.
Willow grabbed his face and held it in her hands. ‘Enough with the small talk; just fuck me and we can fill in the blanks later,’ she demanded, and reaching down she found his cock with her hand and tried to guide it in between her legs.
Merritt rolled on top of her and she parted her legs; he entered her and she arched her back moving in rhythm with him. They flipped over and she straddled him and rode him with a fervour that she didn’t know was in her. ‘Jesus, oh shit!’ she cried as she came, and Merritt watched pleasure wash over her face.
She rolled off him. ‘Your turn,’ she said, trying to catch her breath. Merritt pulled her to him and, spooning her, he stroked her head. ‘Better now?’ he asked and she laughed.
Merritt started to fondle her breasts and she found herself moaning again. He entered her from behind and they moved slowly this time, without the intensity of before; he felt himself moving in and out of her wetness and thrust harder, pushing himself into her. She moaned with ecstasy and he whispered hoarsely, ‘I’m going to come. Come with me.’ Willow let herself go and went for her second orgasm with Merritt, laughing and crying at the same time.
Across the house, Harold watched the footage of Merritt and Willow dancing and then them on the balcony, filmed by the night vision hidden camera. He watched them talking. Arguing perhaps? he wondered, and then he saw them kiss and she fell into his arms.
‘Delightful,’ said Harold in the edit suite, and he clapped his hands together with joy. He sat back in his chair, put his velvet-slippered feet up on the desk, and took a sip of his warm, sweet tea. He raised it to the still on the screen, of Willow in Merritt’s embrace.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kitty stood in the ballroom and wondered where Merritt and Willow had gone. She felt alone and out of place, aware of the cameras and self-conscious. She wanted to disappear to her room and put on her tracksuit bottoms and warm cardigan and watch Britain’s Got Talent. I wonder if I snuck out if anyone would notice, she thought, and she edged towards the ballroom doors. As she tried to move through them she tripped on a cable and went sprawling into the hallway. Lifting her head she saw a pair of shining dress shoes in front of her eyes.
‘You OK?’ she heard, and she knew whose voice it was before she had tried to lift herself from the ground.
She felt strong arms lift her up and she peered into Ivo’s face.
‘Hello,’ he said, and smiled at her.
‘Um, hi,’ she said, and tried to pull herself together.
Ivo glanced down at her and then looked back at her face. ‘Your breasts are lovely, but I don’t think it’s quite in keeping with current fashion.’
Kitty frowned at him. ‘This is how they wore it back then,’ she said huffily.
‘Really?’ smiled Ivo. He stood back, crossed his arms and looked down at her chest.
Kitty stared at him. ‘Are you alright?’ she asked.
‘Fine actually. I could stare at your breast all day if you let me.’
Kitty looked down and saw that part of her breast had fallen out of her dress when she had tripped and the edge of her nipple was on display. ‘Fuck,’ she said and tried to tuck it back in.
‘Yes please,’ said Ivo.
‘What?’ She looked at him horrified.
‘I thought you were offering, displaying your wares et cetera,’ laughed Ivo.
‘You’re gross,’ said Kitty, reprimanding herself for liking such a lascivious prick. Clearly he was just like every other guy she knew.
‘Not gross, but horny, definitely,’ he said, and Kitty made a face at him.
‘Go away. To think, all these years,’ she said, shaking her head as she walked away.
‘Kitty, Kitty!’ She heard a female voice call her name and turned to see the babysitter Willow had hired from an agency in London walking quickly towards her.
‘Hi. Is everything alright?’ Kitty asked.
‘Not really. It’s Lucian. He refuses to go to bed and instead he’s under it and he won’t come out,’ she said, exasperated. ‘I’m sorry to interrupt you.’
‘Oh, it’s OK. I was coming upstairs anyway,’ she said pointedly to Ivo who was watching with interest.
‘You go back to your hotel and I’ll take care of it,’ said Kitty.
‘You sure?’ asked the woman, obviously happy to be away from