Levi Valenti
Creative Design Director
Georgio Armani
“You work for Armani?” I asked, trying not to squeal.
“I do,” he said.
“Wow,” I said, completely impressed.
“So you have your own line, Chloe?” he asked. “What’s it called?”
“Oh, no, I’m just starting out,” I said.
“Everyone has to start somewhere,” he smiled, his smile disarming me. He moved his chair closer and sat beside me, putting his drink on the table next to mine. “I’ll tell you what. Keep that card. Call me next week and let’s have lunch. I’d love to talk to you more about your work, maybe see a few of your designs. I’m in charge of recruiting new talent for the company, so it’s my job to discover new untapped brilliance.”
“Oh, I don't think you’d be interested in my stuff,” I shook my head. “But I’m flattered, really.”
“Don’t be flattered,” he said. “Either you have it or you don’t. Sometimes you need an unbiased eye, you know? Let me take a look.”
“That’s very nice of you, but—.”
“—But nothing! Call me!” he said. “It’s just lunch, no big deal. If anything, I can give you a few pointers on how to get started in this town. It’s really all in who you know and I know everyone.”
“Okay,” I said, smiling as I slipped his card into my handbag. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he said, picking up his glass and raising it, clinking it against mine. “Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year!” I replied, just as Bruce and Bear and Marie all walked up together.
“Bear!” Levi stood up and pounded Bear on the back. Bear bristled and shot me a disapproving look.
“Hello, Levi,” he said, dryly. Bruce greeted him too, a little more warmly than Bear did, but there was still a little something in his voice. Right away, I knew something was up with them. Levi didn’t stick around long, excusing himself to get a drink as soon as the three of them were settled back at the table.
“Was that asshole bothering you?” Bear growled.
“No, not at all,” I said. “In fact, he gave me his card. Do you know him? He’s a talent recruiter for Armani!”
“Yeah, I know him. Stay away from him,” he said, sitting next to me. He handed me a drink and I took it from him, opening my mouth to explain.
“He told me he might be able to help me with my business,” I said.
“Yeah, right,” he said. “Levi? Levi’s a creep. You don’t need his help.”
I wrinkled my brow, completely confused.
What was it between these two? I wondered.
I was about to ask when a woman came crawling over to us. She was on a leash and completely naked, except for the ball gag in her mouth. She was being led around by a very large man dressed in a three-piece suit. She crawled over and sniffed Bear’s leg and then crawled away just as quickly.
We both burst out laughing at the same time.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.
“Yeah,” I said, grateful for his gentleness. “This is a little overwhelming, but I’m alright.”
“It’s exciting, though, isn’t it?” he asked, putting his hand on my knee. The feel of his skin on mine was like heaven. I nodded.
“Absolutely,” I said.
He bent towards me, brushing a kiss across my lips.
“Have I told you that you look fucking amazing tonight? I’ve never seen you look sexier,” he growled, raking his eyes over my cleavage that threatened to spill out of the low plunge of my neckline.
“Thank you, baby,” I said.
He leaned over, his lips brushing against my ear seductively as he whispered in my ear.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world, Beauty. I get to look at you, touch you, kiss you, lick you, fuck you…”
I shivered at his words.
“And, as if that wasn't enough,” he continued, his breath hot on the tender skin of my neck, “I get to marry you. I get to make you mine. Forever. Do you realize how lucky I am?”
“Bear…”
“Shhh, don’t you dare minimize my blessing,” he growled, leaning into me. He reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling it into his lap. His cock was throbbing and swollen, hard and red-hot. I squeezed gently, smiling into his deep ocean eyes.
“I want everyone here to see how lucky I am, Chloe,” he said, reaching up and caressing my face.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“You know what it means, baby.”
“Bear, I don’t know if I can do that,” I said, shaking my head, “not in front of Bruce and Marie.” I looked over at Marie and she was laying on a couch with Bruce’s hand buried up her skirt and his tongue tangled with hers.
So much for that excuse.
“Beauty, who do you belong to?” Bear asked.
“You,” I smiled.
“Tell me something and tell me the truth.”
I nodded, swallowing hard.
“I want the four of us to go into a room together and take off all of our clothes. I am going to fuck you and I’m pretty sure,” he looked over at Marie and Bruce, “that Bruce is going to be slamming into your lovely friend within moments. We’re here and I want to take advantage of this night with you and share this experience with our best friends. I love you, you know that don’t you?”
I blinked hard, my heart swelling with love for him. He was so gentle and yet somehow knew exactly how to push my boundaries with ease.
“Now, tell me,” he continued. “Are you afraid?”
“Just a little.”
“You’re just feeling shy?”
“Yes, a lot,” I nodded.
“You know what that means, then.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“You’re going to fuck me in front of Marie and Bruce and anyone else who wants to watch.”
“That’s right,” he said, a sexy grin spreading across his face. He bent his head, kissing me, harder this time, his lips hungry.
I smiled, silently submitting to my fate. I looked around at the dozens and dozens of people swirling by us, searching each of their faces, wondering.
Wondering if they’d be the one to see my fiancé's masterful cock sliding into my pussy.
Wondering if they would see me giving in, melting into the magical place that B
ear took me every single time, the place where I gave up everything I ever knew about myself and just became…alive.
Would they see me living?
Would they see me on the street later, and recognize the same thing in me? Or would I go back to just another nameless face passing by? Is that connection permanent or fleeting?
I thought back to the woman I’d locked eyes with when we’d first arrived and I knew she’d be with me forever.
I’d never forget her face.
Would she forget mine?
Chapter 15
“I’m a little nervous,” I admitted to Bear after we walked into the room. A huge bed stood in the middle of the empty room and I glanced over at the open window into the hallway. Bruce closed the door and joined Marie on the other side of the room.
“What are you nervous about?” Bear asked.
“What if someone else comes in?” I asked.
“Do you think I’m going to let anyone else touch this body?” he asked, trailing a finger along my nipple. I shook my head, even though I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. Bear didn’t seem like the partner-swapping type. He was so possessive. As if reading my mind, he continued.
“Never,” he said. “I’d never share you with anyone, Beauty. Sure, others can watch. They can stare, they can desire, they can dream…but you’re mine and mine alone. Why do you think I’m making you wear this everywhere?” he asked, reaching up and caressing the choker on my neck.
“To let everyone know that I’m yours,” I whispered.
“That’s right. Good girl. And you’ve been so good, haven’t you, Chloe? You stopped wearing those panties. You’ve been obeying me without hesitation. You deserve a treat tonight, don’t you think it’s time to experience something new? Sex isn’t all about fucking and being rough. It’s also a mental journey, isn’t it?”
I nodded, speechless, trying desperately not to look at the window. I didn’t want to see the peering eyes. I didn’t want to think about who might be watching. But I couldn’t help thinking about them, that was the problem. I couldn’t pretend they weren’t there, just as I couldn’t pretend the man and the woman I’d watched fucking earlier weren’t there either.
When she looked at me, I became her.
I felt her partner’s cock explode inside of me.