September 3, 2016 by Valerie Ullmer
My Sexy Saturday Week 157 #MySexySaturday
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday! This is where writers post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, or 7 words from their WIP or Published Books. This week’s theme is My Sexy Night Out.
Lucian Cole was the exact copy of a successful businessman. From his custom-tailored suits to his dedication to his tech company, he lived for work. But lately, a restlessness had come over him, and it had been driving him to find someone to share his life with.
Easier said than done.
The women he dated were more interested in his money and his position in life than getting to know him, and he started to think that he would never find the right woman. Seeing his sister’s happiness with his best friend had given him hope that something might change, but after years of choosing work over dating, he might had to admit to himself that he missed the one woman he was meant to be with.
Ellie Roth loved color, art, and design, and it permeated every part of her life. She had settled into her career over the years, finding that she managed projects more than she designed, and each day she found that she missed letting her creative side shine through. Although her life hadn’t gone exactly the way she planned, she’s stunned when she receives a wedding invitation from her ex-boyfriend and her old roommate. And now she needs a date, the sooner the better.
At her friend Nina’s suggestion, Ellie made an appointment with Rebecca Kane at Liaison to ask for the slim chance that one of her escorts could pretend to be her boyfriend. What she hadn’t counted on was meeting Lucian Cole and her instant attraction to the man. But with his expensive suit, his perfectly combed hair, and his gorgeous face, she knew that he wasn’t meant for her.
After presenting her request to Rebecca, Lucian quickly offers to pose as her boyfriend. Pushing aside her attraction, she knew that nothing could come from her interest to Lucian and scoffed at the idea. They were complete opposites. But the more she refused, the more he charmed his way into her life, until she found herself agreeing to the preposterous plan.
Copyright © 2016 Valerie Ullmer
When she had arrived on Lucian’s arm, the gallery owner, Drake Thompson, had introduced her to the other artists. They had each been warm and welcoming, making her feel better about accepting the show in the first place. She hadn’t told Lucian, but she felt a little like a fraud because she’d never been trained or schooled in the art. She painted and drew whatever came to her, based on her emotions. But the comments on the gallery’s web site, and the comments from her fellow artists, soon made her relax and she had enjoyed the night.
Lucian had kept his word, as she knew he would, and stuck by her the entire night. She’d noticed that many women would try to start up a conversation with him, or blatantly flirt with him, but he ignored them, keeping his focus on her instead. She smiled as she remembered how he would bring attention to her beautiful engagement ring, letting others know she was taken, and laughed out loud when she remembered how he wielded it against women who wouldn’t take no for an answer. She thought that jealousy would flare when other women gaped at him, but the man she had come to know would never go out of his way to be deceitful and hurt her. When he told her how he felt about her, she believed him, and it gave her the confidence to believe he would never cheat on her or hurt her.
“Hey, love, are you okay?”
She glanced up from the champagne flute she’d been staring at in her hand, and smiled as her eyes perused him in his fitted suit. She watched, eyes wide, as he unbuttoned his jacket and whipped off his tie, shoving it in a back pocket, as he stalked toward her. He loosened the top two buttons of his black dress shirt, which exposed the bronzed skin on his neck, and she licked her lips, knowing how his skin would taste. She wanted to get him alone and explore every inch of him. Before he could reach her side, she interlaced their fingers and pulled him closer until his chest touched hers. As she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, she kicked off her shiny pearl high heels and lifted herself closer to him. Her lips explored the open spot on his neck, before her tongue traced the same route, smiling against his skin when he sucked in a deep breath.
“I love you in a suit,” she whispered against his ear.
He pushed her against the sturdy wall, and for several excruciating moments, leaned into her but still managed to hold most of his body away from her. She wanted to feel his chest against hers, the weight of his hard body against hers, but no matter how hard she pulled, he wouldn’t budge. She growled out in frustration.
“Touch me,” she begged.