Page 230 of Wicked Angel
“Sounds like a party.”
“Isn’t that what we’re here for?” I asked innocently. “A rock star party?”
He tugged me against his body and my arms slid around his shoulders.
“When is everyone else getting here, by the way?” I inquired, wondering if we had time for more sex stuff.
“They’re not. Disappointed?”
“Not at all.” I couldn’t contain my grin. “So what arewedoing here?”
“Showering?” He brushed my hair off my cheek. “Wash off the limo sex? Then go to the party.”
“We’re still going to Zane’s birthday party?”
He smiled, a wicked grin. “Disappointed now?”
“Nope. Brody throws a great party.”
He did. This night would be kind of like old times, in the best way; epic industry parties had been going on at Brody’s house for years. We’d both been to many of them. But now, Johnny and I were no longer on the outskirts of that crowd. I was looking forward to feeling more like I was in a room full of my peers at one of these parties, and no longer just Elle’s little sister.
I knew Johnny was looking forward to it, too; feeling more like an equal amongst that crowd, now that his music and his career felt more authentic to him.
“We’re like a fifteen minute drive from Brody’s place,” he explained. “So yes, we’re going. But afterwards… we’ll come back here and be naked freaks all night. I mean, if that sounds good to you.”
“That sounds… decent.” I gave him a teasing grin.
He took my hand and drew me deeper into the penthouse. Lights were on throughout the contemporary suite, the floor to ceiling windows all along two sides darkened out by some kind of smoked glass situation. Everything was luxurious, exquisitely tasteful and obviously cost a fortune.
“Johnny, it’s beautiful. Don’t tell me you bought it…?”
“You wish.” He smirked. “It’s slightly out of the budget, babe. We already have two houses in Vancouver.”
“Darn,” I sighed, in mock disappointment.
He led me into the massive main bedroom, where a custom bed, obviously larger than king sized, stood on a raised platform in the middle. The entire thing was dusted with white and red rose petals. White and red roses were gathered in several massive vases around the room. There was Champagne on a table by the bed.
And draped across the bed, there was gorgeous lingerie and a beautiful dress. I went over to the dress and touched the fabric. It was a slinky, soft dress in a pastel turquoise, with matching heels. And blush-pink lingerie, a matching panty and bra set.
“What’s this for?”
“It’s for you,” Johnny said simply.
“You’re amazing,” I gushed. I told him so at least once a day.
Then he took me by the hand again and led me into the massive bathroom. He undressed me, then undressed himself while I tied my hair up in a knot. Then we showered together in luxurious silence as he ran his hands all over me.
After he’d lovingly washed me and I’d done the same to him, he insisted on us drying off to get dressed instead of diving onto the bed to sixty-nine, which was my suggestion. He looked at me from under hooded eyes as he drew me out to the bedroom, then watched me watch him slide into fresh underwear and a pair of dark jeans; there were clothes laid out on the bed for him, too.
He picked up the lacy panties that he’d bought for me and ogled my pussy. “Let’s get you dressed for the party.”
I grinned as he crouched down and held the panties for me so I could step into them. I slid my hand down between my legs, right in front of his face, and caressed my clit. “You sure you want me dressed…?”
He leaned in and gently nipped my finger with his teeth. “Naughty.” He gave me another warning look, his eyes darkened with arousal.
I sighed, and stepped into the panties. “I can really do this myself,” I told him, as he slid them slowly up my legs and I wiggled into them. When the soft, expensive lace brushed my clit, a warm shiver ran through me.
“I love dressing you. It’s almost as enjoyable as undressing you.” His fingers skimmed my breasts as he “helped” me slide on my bra.
