Will You Be My Valentine?

[REMY GRAHAM]

She looked around as though considering his question, before looking back at him and he could see she was just toying with him. “I suppose I’ve finished my work for now.” He grinned and her head tilted delicately to the side, making him lust for her once more. “Are your toes ready to be crushed again?” He cocked a brow. "By you? Always." Remy led her to the dance floor, trying hard not to think about the desire coursing through him. He had a long evening to get through before he was faced with the prospect of peeling that dress off the lovely Julie's slender shoulders.

The pair had no problem getting closer this time around and Remy stared down into Julie's eyes as he slowly pulled her around the dance floor. The friction between them was obvious to him, and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to think of things other than screwing her with every move. Just watching the way Julie was looking at him, her eyes glancing to his lips now and then, told him she was feeling the same way which only excited him further. He was glad he'd taken care of business in the utility closet, because there was no way that boner would have gone down with this dance.

Suddenly Julie tripped, falling into him a little and he was quick to catch her, smirking as she let out a soft gasp and then laugh. “You’re distracting.” She said in a soft, but playful voice. He chuckled softly, "Then you finally know what I've felt like the last ten years." He teased in return pulling her a hair closer. "Let me tell you what's distracting.." He continued, his eyes burning into hers. "That perfume, whatever it is, is pretty distracting. The memory of you in that closet a half hour ago is very distracting. The zipper at the back of your dress is insanely distracting..." He gulped and then licked his lips. "All I can think about is slowly unzipping it, watching that beautiful dress fall off your shoulders and heap in a puddle around your ankles.. Everything about you is a distraction, Jules.. And all I want to do right now is kiss you. How's that for distracting?" He asked and he could see he had her attention, but more so he felt he had her attention as her clumsy foot came on his toes. He flinched and then narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm going to put you in dancing lessons if you keep that up, Ms. Brady." He scolded playfully. "And if I had my way they would be with me. Naked. In my suite." That smug little grin returned, showing he was teasing, but maybe not completely.

[JULIE BRADY]

"Then you finally know what I've felt like the last ten years." Julie grinned even as her cheeks turned slightly pinker, flattered that Remy would find her as distracting as she found him at the moment long before she ever considered him so distracting. When his hands pulled her just a little closer, she felt the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. “Let me tell you what’s distracting…” Those butterflies were beginning to swarm as his eyes burned into hers, forcing her complete attention. “That perfume, whatever it is, is pretty distracting. The memory of you in that closet a half hour ago is very distracting. The zipper at the back of your dress is insanely distracting…” Her heart was pounding, her cheeks burning as she hung from every word. “All I can think about is slowly unzipping it, watching that beautiful dress fall of your shoulders and heap in a puddle around your ankles…” If his intention was to make her wet, he was certainly doing the trick. It was hard to focus on her feet when there was such a powerful tingling in her belly. Her lips parted as she stared at him with pure wide-eyed desire. “Everything about you is a distraction, Jules…And all I want to do right now is kiss you. How’s that for distracting?” She gulped as she realized she felt the same way. The feel of his lips sliding across hers, the heat of his breath on her face, the roughness of his lightly stubbled chin on hers…It was incredibly distracting. How was she supposed to make it through the rest of the night like this?

Apparently she was so distracted that she forgot, once again, where his feet were in relation to hers. Her foot fell on top of his and she bit her lip as a smile crept up her lips at the way he narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to put you in dancing lessons if you keep that up, Ms. Brady. And if I had my way they would be with me. Naked. In my suite.” She rolled her eyes despite the wide grin on her face and gave a soft laugh. “I don’t think that would be very productive educationally. Unless it was the horizontal tango.” Her smile was mischievous as she bit her lip to keep from laughing at the look on his face. “If you really want me to learn, it would have to be a woman teaching me, an unattractive man, or a flaming homosexual. I’m guessing that last option would be the most fun.” Actually, learning to dance from a gay man sounded like a fabulous way to spend her time. Maybe she would look into that…Her foot came down on his toes again and she laughed. “See? I can’t learn to dance from a man I have an overwhelming desire to kiss.” Her eyes fell to his lips once more, simply longing to ditch the party and give in to every impossible desire she ever had for the man holding her. When her eyes came to his again there was a playful and flirty look in her eyes and smile. “Maybe you should invest in some steel-toed shoes.”

Remy obviously found one solution to her stepping on his toes. He spun her, a move she wasn’t really expecting, but she beamed as he did so. She couldn’t tell if her lightheadedness was from the spin, the champagne finally kicking in, or his closeness as he pulled her back, but it felt like she was getting swept away. It was dangerous and she knew that but for some reason she trusted Remy not to treat her like the other women. Something told her she was different. And even if she wasn’t different, she would take her affair with Remy for what it was—fun and exciting. With the smile he was giving her now it was easy to just let herself enjoy the ride. She tilted her head to the side as she looked up at him quizzically. “Where have you been hiding your charm all these years? Or have you just been saving it up for me?” she teased, her smile wide after she asked her question.

[REMY GRAHAM]

Her reaction was exactly as he had predicted it to be. Julie rolled her eyes, but unlike in the past where she would huff, she grinned and laughed at his tease. "I don't think that would be very productive educationally. Unless it was the horizontal tango." his eyes darkened and he smirked himself. "That could be arranged, to." He offered in a quick, soft voice. "If you really want me to learn, it would have to be a woman teaching me, an unattractiee man, or a flaming homosexual. I'm guessing that last option would be the most fun." maybe for her but he wasn't interested in any other guys pawing at her, gay or not. Before he could commnt her foot landed on his once more and he bit his tongue from growling at her, scowling instead. She looked far too pleased with the mishap. "See? I can't learn to dance from a man I have an overwhelming desire to kiss." the scowl disappeared and his eyes darkened again. "I was under the impression you wanted to do more than just kiss." He teased back. "Maybe you should invest in some steel-toed shoes." "Maybe I will." He agreed quickly, pulling her into a spin.

Remy contined to sweep her around the dance floor, trying to keep his toes out from under her feet. "Where have you been hiding your charm all these years? Or have you just been saving it up for me?" she teased, and Remy offered a look that was both hurt and offended, though he was neither. "I'll have you know Ms. Brady that I have always been charming. You think money and sex appeal was the only way I got women in bed? I had to be at least a little charming, you know." The song ended and another picked up in its place immediately. "You've judged me since day one, and the stick up your ass made it impossible to see my charms. That and your jealous boyfriend." He teased smirking, knowing he probably was pissing her off. "Now don't give me that look. You know that there's some truth in what I'm saying. You were too busy to pay attention to the owners son. Granted he was a spoiled pain in the ass who didn't really deserve your time, but that doesn't mean i wasn't charming." His smile was wide now, liking the idea of riling her up for old times sake.

[JULIE BRADY]

The hurt and offended look Remy offered only made Julie giggle, certain he was neither hurt nor offended. “I’ll have you know Ms. Brady that I have always been charming. You think money and sex appeal was the only way I got women in my bed? I had to be at least a little charming, you know.” She did know and had for a while. Of course she always thought it was a strange and annoying sort of charm; she also knew she was in the minority for thinking so. Now it seemed she was part of the majority. “You’ve judge me since day one, and the stick up your ass made it impossible to see my charms. That and your jealous boyfriend.” And just like that he was the normal, annoying Remy. Her smile immediately faded, replace with a pout and low eyebrows. She didn’t have a stick up her ass! She had goals! She certainly wouldn’t have come this far at the Remington if she’d given into Remy’s charms earlier. And yes, she was faithful to Dean, which didn’t allow her to pay much attention to Remy for many years. That seemed perfectly acceptable to her and his teasing left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Now don’t give me that look. You know that there’s some truth in what I’m saying. You were too busy to pay attention to the owner’s son. Granted he was a spoiled pain in the ass who didn’t really deserve your time, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t charming.” She pouted more, looking around at the other couples dancing. The other women didn’t look like they were being hassled by their dates…

“Well I was too busy to pay attention to the owner’s son. There was always work to be done. I couldn’t focus on your annoyingly persistent charms. Besides, I had a stick in my ass—I think that demanded more of my attention.” Her tone was obviously bitter even in her sweet voice, not appreciating him teasing her at the moment. Maybe she would change her mind about tonight just to piss him off the way he was pissing her off. Then again, that would be punishing her too… “And don’t act like I was the only one judging. You always thought I was a prude goodie-two-shoes, but I’ll have you know that assumption was wrong.” The look on his face suggested he didn’t quite believe her, which only made her blood boil more. “Don’t give me that look. I was going to prove it after the benefit, but if you keep being a brat you’re going to miss out. I can still resist your charms, Mr. Graham.” If he was going to rile her up, then she was going to do the same. He’d given her a challenge and she threw it right back. He was such a pain in the ass sometimes; a cute pain in the ass, but a pain in the ass nonetheless.

His hands held her tighter and she glanced at his lips, desire suddenly rushing through her again. Damn it! She had a point to prove! Why did he have to be so insistent with his charms? Her mouth was still pouting and her brow was still low, but her eyes burned a little brighter, trying her damnedest to resist him. “You’re such a pain in the ass sometimes…” she said quietly, finding she was losing this battle.

[REMY GRAHAM]

"Well I was too busy to pay attention to the owner's son. There was always work to be done. I couldn't focus on your annoyingly persistent charms. Besides, I had a stick in my ass I think that demanded more of my attention." He smirked at her poutting and hr ability to turn into a little girl when he teased her. "And don't act like I was the only one judging. You always thought I was a prude goodie-two-shoes, but I'll have you know that assumption was wrong." Remy bit back a bigger smile and offered a mildly incredulous look. She had been a prude, at least in comparison to the women he hauled back there. "Don't give me that look. I was going to prove it after the benefit, but if you keep being a brat you're going to miss out. I can still resist your charms, Mr. Graham." Remy openly laughed now, enchanted by her petulant behavior. "Don't you dare make me drag you back to that closet and prove you wrong, Jules." He teased and his smile widened at the look she gave him. She wanted him just as much. Maybe more. "You're such a pain in the ass sometimes.." He nodded gravely. "All part of my charm." He teased, spinning her again.

The evening continued and Remy and Julie spent it occasionally dancing, mingling, working and even grabbing a bite. The champagne was flowing and Remy had made sure to set aside a bottle in the back for later when he had Julie all to himself. Slowly the room started to empty. Remy was outside helping guests into cars and hailing cabs, thanking them for coming out. When he finally got back in Julie was overseeing the breakdown of the catering equipment. The decorations would come down tomorrow. "Julie, a word please?" He called out, getting her attention and waiting patiently for her to finish what she was doing andcome to him. "Here." He said when she finally came over. He handed her a card which was the key to his suite. "You're dismissed. I'll finish up down here. If you'd still like, I would very much like to see you upstairs." He looked deep into his eyes, suddenly feeing nervous of her rejection...and also of her agreement.

[JULIE BRADY]

“All part of my charm.” Julie rolled her eyes, still pouting but a little amused by Remy’s response. When he spun her again, she let a small smile grace her lips, finding it hard to resist. Why did he always get to win their battles? He continued to sweep her across the dance floor for a time and she stepped on his toes less and less. The rest of the night was passed between dancing, working, mingling, and even getting a bite to eat while they talked with his parents. Julie hadn’t seen Remy’s dad in over a month and it was nice to talk to him again; Mr. Graham was actually a very nice and very smart man. Julie enjoyed their conversations even if Remy thought they were dull. His dad even asked for a dance, to which Julie agreed, though of course there was none of the spark between them that was there between her and Remy when they danced. It was sweet and fun, and Julie found herself having more fun than she expected to at the benefit, considering she was interrupted every now and then by fantasies of what was going to happen after. Remy didn’t make it easier as he would tease her every now and then.

Finally the night began to wind down and Julie helped with the clean-up. She helped carry some of the food trays back to the kitchens and instructed where to put everything as it was broken down. The band got a huge tip and many thanks from Julie once again and a promise of more business in the future. Everything was almost packed away when her name being called caught her attention. “Julie, a word please?” She looked over at Remy standing in the doorway of the ballroom. Her stomach lurched as she realized it was about that time. She nodded her head and swallowed hard, giving a smile to the guys and making sure everything was set for her to go before she headed to Remy. Her heels clicked across the wooden floor as she made her way over and she suddenly felt nervous. The plans were set and she was going to Remy’s suite for real this time. Holy shit…

When she reached him he handed her a card. “Here.” She knew it was the key to his suite. “You’re dismissed. I’ll finish up down here. If you’d still like, I would very much like to see you upstairs.” Her big eyes lifted to his again and if she wasn’t mistaken, he looked a little nervous. Well that made two of them. A small smile crossed her lips before she bit down on his lower one and lifted her hand to the key. She slid it slowly from his fingers before looking deep into his blue eyes again. “See you upstairs. Don’t take too long.” Her sweet voice was very soft as she spoke, just in case someone overheard. She threw another small smile over her shoulder before she walked away, stopping to get her coat and purse from the baggage check. In the elevators she took a deep breath to calm her nerves and slow her heart. It felt like the first time she had sex with how nervous she was. Of course it would be easier when Remy was making out with her again, but that didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking now.

By the time she reached Remy’s suite, she was beginning to be less nervous and more excited. She looked both ways to make sure the hall was empty before she quickly headed into his room. The last thing she needed was someone she knew to catch her going into Remy’s suite! Once inside, she set her purse and coat down on a little bench in front of the full length mirror, looking around the room. There were so many of his personal affects here. It even smelled like him. She unclasped her heavy, beaded necklace and dropped it in her purse so she wouldn’t forget it whenever she left. Looking at the bed made her bite her lip at the way her stomach lurched; she was actually going to have sex with Remy on that bed. The thought itself made her wet. She looked in the mirror, knowing she would have enough time to take her hair down and thankfully she had a small brush in her purse to help her style it so it felt just right around her face. Now she wouldn’t have to worry about her hair getting messed up. She was just putting her brush back in her purse when she heard a key sliding into the lock on the door. Her heart was racing as she waited with a smile for Remy to walk through the door.

[REMY GRAHAM]

When Julie took the card he again felt relieved from not having to face rejection, but anxious now that she would be in his room when he got up there. The thought alone was a nerve wracking. “See you upstairs. Don’t take too long.” Her voice was soft and sweet and he pushed a smile on his face, nodding. He stood in place as she made her way around him, feeling suddenly unsure of all of this. This could end so, so badly for him.

Remy finally moved on, finishing up overseeing the cleanup, dismissing several other staff members before he was certain that all that should be done for the evening was. His mother had long since left, and the janitors were the only ones really there now to put things away along with some of the kitchen staff, who were still cleaning dishes and putting them away. Remy checked his watch and saw that it had been nearly a half hour since he'd let Julie leave, and he made his way to the kitchen to grab the champagne he'd stashed away, and to take the shortcut to the service elevator. The elevator let him off further from his room but he didn't mind the extra walk knowing what was waiting for him. Would she be disrobed? Would she not be there at all? Would she be ready to pounce on him or maybe second guessing herself as he was? He found himself in front of his door and he got the other card out, swiping it through and trying not to think of the what if's.

Remy was immediately greeted by the beautiful Julie, but she was different now, and the greeting was quiet and almost serene. Her hair was down and laying in waves around her shoulders, her beaded necklace gone from around her neck. She smiled at him and he returned the gesture, holding up the bottle of champagne as he shut the door which automatically locked. "In case you didn't get enough earlier." He teased slowly. Remy made his way into the room and set the bottle down on the little table before kicking his shoes off and sitting on the bed. He wriggled out of his gray jacket and looked up to Julie as he loosened his tie. "I feel like I should be trying to seduce you." He teased as the knot loosened around his neck. He left the tie on loosely and got up again, taking a few steps towards the girl in his room. "Maybe a glass of champagne?" He suggested, reaching for her hand and tugging her gently towards him and going to the table.

Remy turned and grabbed the bottle, peeling the foil and the wire surrounding the cork before nudging the cork free from the glass. He poured champagne into the two glasses meant for water and then offered one to Julie, taking a sip of his own as his eyes lingered on hers. "We could strip down to our skivvies and watch TV first if you'd like." He teased, not normally so awkward, but finding it strange to breech the friend barrier with Julie. She'd been untouchable for so long that it felt almost awkward to have her in there with him, even if he had been ready to tear her dress off earlier. The spark had vanished to some degree and now he was unsure. Yes, he wanted to fuck her, but it felt different and scary now. What if this ruined them forever?

[JULIE BRADY]

Remy smiled, but Julie wasn’t quite convinced. He was fidgety for some reason. As he held up the bottle of champagne, she smiled wider, her stomach easing a little. At least there would be some alcohol to ease her. “In case you didn’t get enough earlier.” She gave a soft nervous giggle, watching him move into the room. He began making himself comfortable and she realized maybe she should be doing the same. She had a little bit, but he kicked his shoes off and that appeared to be a wonderful idea. Her own feet slid out of her shoes, her heels almost groaning in relief to be on a flat surface again. Why had she never noticed the carpet was so soft? She watched a little shyly as he stripped off his jacket and tugged at his tie, biting her lip gently. “I feel like I should be trying to seduce you.” She gave a breathy laugh. “Then why don’t you?” He moved toward her and she watched with anticipation. Was this it? “Maybe a glass of champagne?” His hand clasped hers and she had to admit she was a little disappointed, but not by much. This was a nerve-wracking situation they were in. She watched patiently while Remy opened the bottle and then poured them drinks. She took her glass and brought it to her lips, hoping maybe it would help calm their nerves. His eyes stayed on hers and she could feel the butterflies starting in her stomach again.

“We could strip down to our skivvies and watch TV first if you’d like.” She openly laughed, shaking her head. “Once you get down to your skivvies I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on much else.” It was an honest statement and her eyes were flirty before she sipped at her champagne again. Before they had been ready to tear each other’s clothes off, but now…it was so awkward now. Why did it have to be awkward? She drained her cup before setting it down on the table. “It’s funny. All these years you’ve teased about bringing me up here, and now that I’m here, you’re all thumbs.” Her voice was soft and playful, not insulting at all. There was a warm smile on her face as she turned toward him more, inching his way. He was nervous, she could see that, and for once she could use the word cute to describe Remy. It made her smile more. “It must be part of your charm.” She knew he didn’t get like this with other girls, which only confirmed for her that this was different. What they had was completely different than what he had with other women. “We can go over and over in our heads that we shouldn’t be doing this, it isn’t professional, it isn’t safe, blah, blah, blah, and trust me, I’ve done it just about every night since we started making out on a regular basis. But you know what? All that thinking is exhausting. For once I don’t care if it’s wrong or right or any of that.” She gave an almost shy shrug of her shoulders, glancing down at her hands now wringing over her torso. “I just know that every time we kiss I end up wanting to tear your clothes off.” Her cheeks flushed but her eyes came back to his with a shy smirk. It was hard talking about her desires like this, but they were gnawing at her constantly and she was so exhausted by it. All she wanted was to give in.

“So…are you going to kiss me or what?”

[REMY GRAHAM]

"Once you get down to your skivvies I don't think I'll be able to focus on much else." She admitted with a laugh and he smiled in return, his stomach churning. She finished her champagne and set her glass down. Remy brought his own glass to his lips, draining it easily enough. "It's funny. All these years you've teased about bringing me up here, and now that I'm here, you're all thumbs." Remy pouted despite the teasing in her voice. "And there goes my pride." He teased back as she slunk closer. "It must be part of your charm. "Must be." He shot back seductively, his glass clinking on the table, watching her with hungry eyes as she got closer. Since when had Julie become the seducer in this situation?

"We can go over and over in our heads that we shouldn't be doing this, it isn't professional, it isn't safe, blah, blah, blah, and trust me, I've done it just about every night since we started making out on a regular basis. But you know what? All that thinking is exhausting." She was getting closer and her point was clear; no more screwing around. Well, not in the literal sense since they weren't technically screwing around yet. "For once I don't care if it's wrong or right or any of that. I just know that every time we kiss I end up wanting to tear your clothes off." She was pink and her hands were wringing anxiously at her stomach, and Remy found that his stomach lurched with excitement again at her confession. Women often admitted to wanting him, but it was different with Jules. She'd been steadily denying him for a decade. "So...are you going to kiss me or what?" Who could deny such a request? Not Remy.

He didn't verbalize his answer, instead closing the gap between them and cupping her face gently, pulling it in to his as he pressed his lips hard to hers. The kiss quickly became heated and it didn't take Remy long to start pawing at her once more. "God this is such a bad idea." He admitted against her lips with a smile as his hands pulled her hips against his, "But you're right.. fuck it." He delivered one last hard kiss before pulling his face away from hers and delivering kisses down her jaw and across her cheek, moving his lips down to her neck. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, kissing the soft, fragrant flesh and gently turning her away from him so he could stand behind her instead. "I've been wanting to do this all night." He admitted softly as his mouth pulled away from her neck so that he could find the zipper of her dress. Slowly he pulled the metal strip down, exposing more of her thin, elegant back to him. Remy took his time, admiring the bare skin and the clasp of her bra. Finally the zipper attached to the slinky material ended just above her rear end and his hand slipped to her shoulders to unlatch the halter top. The dress fell instantly into a puddle at her feet and he sucked in a breath as he took the whole picture in. "Jesus.." he muttered softly, his dick jerking to life as he admire the pale, milky skin and the sexy lingerie that graced it. His pale eyes lingered at her ass, her panties not leaving too much up to the imagination. his fingers reached out touching hr hip, her skin hot and soft.

Remy slowly walked around her, taking in the entire package, his fingers trailing across her back and landing on her other hip as he got in front of her. His eyes were down at her feet and they slowly worked their way up, lingering maybe a moment too long on her breasts, tucked inside a strapless bra that matched the lacy white and pink panties on her hips. Finally as his eyes met hers he gave her a wicked grin, closing the gap quickly between them as his mouth found hers once more. Remy easily began pushing her backwards towards the bed, feeling her legs hit the mattress. Remy slid a knee on the bed and laid Julie onto her back, climbing over her as his mouth hungrily devoured hers. His hand reached for the nightstand, grabbing something which he waved around. Music suddenly filled the room and he dropped the remote back onto the nightstand.

"I take it back.." He teased, smiling against her mouth before pulling away and grinning down at her. "You're not a prude. Not anymore at least." He teased. Remy got up off the bed and adjusted himself in his pants as he turned away from the mostly naked woman on his bed. He grabbed the champagne bottle and took a sip straight from the bottle, coming back towards Julie and handing it to her. "Want a show?" He asked playfully as the music thudded around the room. His smiled was wickedly playful as his hips swayed to the beat, his fingers undoing the loosened knot of his tie and pulling it off his neck with mock seduction. He threw it at Julie and then began to unbutton his vest, his hips swirling in circles as he let it slip off his arms, leaving him in his pants and button down shirt. The grin he gave her was a silly one and he reached up, mussing his hair up as his tongue slid over his lips, making a kissy face at the sexy girl on his bed. Finally his fingers moved to the buttons at the top of his shirt, slowly undoing them, one at a time. When he got halfway down he pulled the material open to show her a hint of his fuzzy chest before closing it back up and finishing to undo the buttons. When he was finished with the last button he turned away from her, looking over his shoulder at the smile on her face. With his hips still swaying seductively he let the shirt slowly slide off his shoulders. He spun around quickly, showing off his chest playfully as a finger dipped into his mouth and then trailed down his chest, circling his left nipple. "You like that, baby?" He asked in a flirty voice, clearly playing with her.

Thrusting his hips he danced his way back to the bed, grabbing the champagne bottle from the beautiful Julie. He took a deep sip and then climbed back onto the bed, straddling her. He put a hand to her chest and pushed her flat onto her back. "Don't. Move." He instructed with a devilish smile as he tilted the bottle over her stomach, a small amount of the cold alcohol dripping into her belly button. "Don't spill it!" He scolded as she flinched, but he was quick to hover over her stomach, his mouth sucking at the champagne pooled on her stomach. "Mmm.." He moaned with a grin on his face as his tongue dipped itno her belly button. "Bubbly.."

[JULIE BRADY]

Julie smiled as Remy closed the distance between them, flushing a little more as his hands gently cupped her face. His kiss was hard and consuming and her hands reached up to rest against his neck. Their kiss was quick to heat up and she whimpered as his hands began to paw at her. “God this is such a bad idea.” She let out an annoyed huff, too turned on to let him stop now. But she could feel his smile with how close he was and she opened her eyes to confirm it just as his hands pulled her hips into his. “But you’re right…fuck it.” Now she smiled wide, her heart leaping into her throat. The smile stayed as his lips briefly came back to hers before trailing across her cheek and jaw and then down her neck, making her whimper as she buried a hand in his hair, her other arm coming around his shoulders. His lips on the sensitive skin only turned her on more. She was forced to let go as he turned her, though, and she opened her eyes as she followed his instruction. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” His fingers found the zipper of her dress, making her heart race. He delivered what he promised, of course—he was slow to pull her zipper down, teasing her with patience. His fingers trailed down her back, giving her chills and she bit her lip when he lingered at the clasp of her bra. Thank goodness she wore sexy underwear tonight.

At last the zipper ended and she gathered her hair over one shoulder as he tugged on the halter strap of her dress. As her dress pooled at her feet, she heard him suck in a sharp breath and she looked over her shoulder at him. Of course his eyes were lingering at her ass and she couldn’t help the satisfied little smile that came to her lips at that. She liked knowing he was happy with what he saw. His fingers moved to her hip then trailed around her back as he slowly came forward. She bit her lip nervously, his fingers lighting fires beneath her skin and making her wanted him all the more as she watched with anxious and lustful eyes. He held her hip as his beautiful blue eyes traveled up her body slowly leaving her with a feeling that she was under a microscope or maybe a statue in a museum. It made her blush and she glanced away bashfully. When she looked back at him, he was eyeing her breasts hungrily which made her stomach lurch once more. At last his eyes met hers again and the wicked grin that graced his lips made her own smile form before he kissed her again. That was better—there was no staring going on when their lips were attached. He began moving her and she gripped his shoulders as he did, feeling him moving her backwards and knowing it was towards the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, his knee came up on the bed before he laid her down and she went down without a fight.

With his body hovering over hers, she buried both hands in his hair as they kissed, the butterflies in her stomach migrating between her legs. She gasped for air between kisses, her heart pounding delightfully as she reveled in his weight on top of her. He reached for something on the nightstand, though she didn’t know what, a suddenly there was music in the room. Now she smiled against his lips, finding it humorously cheesy. Was that how he seduced all his women? Nice trick. “I take it back…” Her eyes fluttered open in confusion and found him grinning. “You’re not a prude. Not anymore at least.” Now she grinned and gently hit his shoulder playfully. “I told you.” He slid off her, much to her disappointment, and she watched him make his way back to the champagne bottle. As he took a sip right from the bottle, she briefly thought of the pirates in the movies who drank right from the bottle. Remy would make a sexy pirate although the thought made her grin. To her surprise he handed her the bottle, which she took with an inquisitive look. “Want a show?” She smiled wide. “Let’s see it.” His hips started swaying to the beat of the music and she giggled, watching his ridiculous show. He couldn’t be serious, not with that wicked little smile on his face. His fingers found the knot of his tie and slowly undid it, making her laugh at his mock seduction. As he tossed it to Julie she caught it with a laugh and then watched him undo his vest. “Take it off!” she teased, the alcohol loosening her up just enough to be playful. His hips swirled as he slid his vest off making her catcall a soft, “Ow ow!” She cracked up at his hands came to his hair and he licked his lips with ridiculous gusto, but when he made a kissy face she returned it playfully. Here she was nervous about going to his suite half the night and now he was putting on the funniest show she’d ever seen before sex—it was an interesting turn of events and one that she adored. Slowly his buttons were undone, giving her a silly peek at his fuzzy chest before he finished undoing all of them, leaving her giggling. Just before he was going to slip it off, though, he turned away and looked over his shoulder with a big grin that had her laughing wholeheartedly again. The shirt slid off his shoulders and she bit her lip as he turned around, showing off his fit albeit hairy torso. She actually found the fuzz sexy and manly. Of course she couldn’t seriously enjoy it as his finger dipped into his mouth before circling his nipple and making her laugh so hard she held her sides. “You like that baby?” She put on a mock seductive face herself. “Oh yeah…” she said in a breathy, obviously not seriously sexy voice that made her giggle more.

She was still laughing as he thrust his hips back to the bed and took the bottle of champagne from her, one she hadn’t touched because she’d been laughing too much. He took a sip before climbing back onto the bed and straddling her and she felt her butterflies returning as she looked up at him and bit her lip while she smiled. She had been leaned back on her elbows but his hands pushed her back until she was lying flat on the bed, her head tilted so she could watch him. “Don’t. Move.” She gave him a curious smile before he began tilting the bottle toward her belly button. Cold champagne pooled into her navel and she flinched a little at the shocking sensation. “Don’t spill it!” “Well then why’d you put it there?” she demanding back playfully, giggling softly as she watched him move down her body. At the feel of his lips on her belly she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, turned on by it. Her hands moved down to hold his head gently as he sucked up all the champagne. “Mmm…” His groan and the feel of his tongue in her navel made her eyes sink shut as she smiled. She wanted him badly. “Bubbly…” Her eyes opened again as she looked down at him, letting out another soft giggle before tugging gently at his ears. “Come here…” she pleaded softly, wanting to kiss him again. Of course he planted kisses along the way, making her smile more. When he was hovered over her again, she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him again, deep and passionate. His mouth tasted like champagne and it added a sweet flavor as their tongues massaged each other. Her hands buried in his hair with a soft whimper, the heat between them building rapidly.

Her hips lifted gently off the bed, grinding against his slowly to wind him up. It was obvious with how little there was between them what she did to him and it only got better with her hips moving against his. When her hips fell back to the bed, his followed and she moaned quietly against his lips. She untangled one hand from his hair and let it slide down his back slowly. It slipped lower and in between them, her fingers quickly working to undo his pants. When the task was complete she smiled against his lips and trailed her fingers teasingly along his package. She was quite satisfied with what she found and she could feel herself getting wetter. “Looks like you aren’t all talk…” she teased into his mouth breathlessly before his lips devoured hers once more. Everything was heightened because of the long, long wait to get to this moment.

[REMY GRAHAM]

As he finished lapping up the champagne, Julie let out a soft laugh, reaching down and tugging at his ears. “Come here…” she pleaded softly and he obliged the command, trailing wet, champagne kisses up her torso and through the ridge of her breasts before finding his mouth pressed hard to hers. Julie slid hers hands into his hair, and his free hand moved to explore her body, sliding around her breasts but never really grabbing them. He could feel how into it she was, and it surprised him to some degree. Remy never expected this to go down between them, and never, ever, expected Julie to be the one to initiate most of it. Hr hips moved off the bed and pressed into his, making him groan out into her mouth with need. Why had this sex kitten been denying him all these years? The little tease continued to grin her moist heat into him and when her hips fell back to the bed he had no choice but to dip his own back down to continue the incredible friction, which only served to get him hotter. There was no denying this was happening tonight..

Julie's crafty little fingers moved from his hair and down his chest, setting him on fire with every inch she covered. When her hand reached the button of his pants he let out a soft groan into her mouth, finding it all incredibly sexy. She popped the button open with ease and slid her hand inside his pants, making his breath hitch with excitement, his hips pushing excitedly into her hand. Electric coursed through him as her dainty fingers teased the hard flesh and again he moaned into her mouth. “Looks like you aren’t all talk…” A raspy breath rattled out and he kissed her harder, the hand exploring her now at the back of her head, fingers curled in the tangle of dark hair, keeping her close. "If you like what you feel now, just wait five minutes.. I'll blow your fucking mind." He promised, his needy, hard kisses going gown her jaw once more, over her neck and quickly moving to her breasts.

This was it.. the point of no return.

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[REMY GRAHAM]

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Remy wasn't entirely surprised to see Julie's eyes grow wide, but he smirked none the less. “Is that pot?” His smile only grew at the way she asked it, suddenly feeling like he was a teenager again with a girl secretly hidden in his bedroom. His brows lowered with a dangerous sort of look as he strutted towards the girl on his bed. "I believe it is." He said smoothly, stating the obvious. “I haven’t smoked pot since early college. I was too scared of getting caught to really enjoy getting high.” He cocked a brow, a little surprised she'd tried it, but not surprised that she'd been a wimp about it. “I’m glad I can continue to surprise you.” He chuckled at her ability to tell how shocked he'd been, her smile lighting a gentle fire in his stomach. He genuinely was enjoying his time with the girl.

Suddenly Julie looked a little confused as he sauntered closer. “You’re not going out onto the balcony with that?” The lighter was already sparking a flame and he gave a little chuckle. Was she serious? It was the middle of February and he was wearing basically nothing. “No, you can’t smoke that in here!" Her hand caught his arm as he was sliding onto the bed and he offered an incredulous look. "What if somebody walks by and the pot stink is floating out into the hall? Your mom’s going to find out!” Poor, innocent Julie.. Remy actually laughed, and ignored her objection. "No she won't." He said sliding onto the bed behind her and wrapping his legs on either side of hers as he drew a deep breath of smoke into his lungs. “You’re going to get in so much trouble.” Remy let the smoke that was in his chest ease out, a chuckle rumbling along with it. "I hope I do." He teased, sliding a free hand around the girl nestled between his legs and pulling her body back into his. "Maybe I'll get spanked." He said playfully into her ear.

Remy took another hit, enjoying the feeling of the beautiful girl leaning against him, the smell of his shampoo and sex swirling with the smell of pot. "My mother would deny it through and through, but she smoked plenty. Or used to." His voice was a littl strained as he talked with the smoke in his lungs, but then let it out slowly. "I don't keep track of her extra curriculars, but I used to raid her stash all the time in high school. Whenever I came home for break I would stock up on pot and booze to party with through the semester with my friends. They all did the same, so every weekend was a wild one. I almost got expelled for the booze once, and for sneaking off campus." He explained, reaching for the empty cake plate so the ashes had someplace to go other than the bed. "I bet it's hard to believe I was a bit of a trouble maker." The laughed rumbled through his chest, knowing it wasn't a stretch to believe something so incredibly. He took another drag and then held the joint close for Julie to take. "I promise you won't get caught. Relax. Enjoy yourself, Jules. Nothing feels better than being a little high after fucking." His thumb slid slowly up and down the soft skin of her stomach, waiting patiently for the drug to fully take hold of him.

[JULIE BRADY]

Julie looked behind her, watching as Remy let out the illegal smoke with a chuckle. “I hope I do.” She smiled and rolled her eyes, giggling softly as his hand came around to her stomach and pulled him back against his fuzzy chest. “Maybe I’ll get spanked.” Another giggle escaped her as he spoke the words into her ear, making her shake her head gently. She could hear him sucking in another hit and she wondered if she should risk doing it too. What if somebody came to the door? Would they really do that? Everyone knew this was Remy’s room and they wouldn’t want to upset his mom… “My mother would deny it through and through, but she smoked plenty. Or used to.” Julie turned her head to look up at him, her head still rested on his chest. “No way!” she protested, completely shocked by the reveal. Caroline wouldn’t smoke pot! She was way too proper. “I don’t keep track of her extracurriculars, but I used to raid her stash all the time in high school. Whenever I came home for break I would stock up on pot and booze to party with through the semester with my friends. They all did the same, so every weekend was a wild one. I almost got expelled for booze once, and for sneaking off campus.” He’d never told her all this and she found herself smiling, easily able to imagine him doing all of that. She didn’t approve, but it was nice to hear some of his memories from school. They hadn’t gone to school together, so it was interesting to know some of what he did, even if it came as no surprise. “I bet it’s hard to believe I was a bit of a troublemaker.” Julie laughed and then got a mockingly shocked look on her face. “Oh yeah, I can’t possibly imagine,” she replied sardonically.

Remy took another hit and then passed the joint her way, making Julie’s smile falter just a little. She wasn’t so sure about this… “I promise you won’t get caught. Relax. Enjoy yourself, Jules. Nothing feels better than being a little high after fucking.” She looked from the joint to the man holding it, obviously nervous about this. Slowly she reached up and took it between her thumb and index finger, inspecting it with uncertain blue eyes. She looked back at him and then smiled warily, shaking her head gently. “You’re an awful, terrible, no good influence Remy Graham.” With that she gave in to peer pressure and brought the joint to her lips. Sucking the smoke into her mouth was fine, but breathing it into her lungs was more difficult. She held it in as long as she could, her face screwing up a little at how her lungs protested. Finally she gave in and let the smoke out, coughing as she did so. Apparently Remy was amused. “Shut up, I haven’t done this in a long time!” she protested playfully, fighting back a smile. After she’d caught her breath she took another hit and sucked it in deep, again holding it for as long as she could. This time she didn’t cough as much when she let it out and passed it back to Remy.

“I went to a few parties with Dean in high school. Most of them had alcohol and some of them had pot, but I was too chicken to try it until senior year. That time was fun because the host’s parents were out of town, but any time after that there was some adult around and I was afraid we’d get busted. It wasn’t really the strange adults that scared me, though—it was my mom’s wrath if she ever found out I was smoking pot. I’d be lucky if she didn’t lock me in the basement if she found out about this.” Remy passed back the joint and she took it, taking a hit, more gracefully this time. When she let out the smoke, she gave a little shrug. “When her initial anger died down, though, she might forgive me for doing it once. God knows she was a pothead in high school.” She took another hit and then passed it back to Remy. “Did your mom ever find out you were stealing her drugs?” A giggle escaped her as she thought about Remy’s mom smoking pot. “I still can’t believe she was a pothead.” Her brain was getting fuzzy and she giggled softly again to think about Caroline Graham doing this. Apparently it was starting to take some effect.

[REMY GRAHAM]

Remy couldn't help but be amused at the way Julie looked between him and the joint. He would be okay if she refused, but he would probably stop then, taking the small buzz instead of getting too high. Slowly she took the joint from him and he grinned, his thumb sliding slowly over the skin of her stomach as she examined it. "You're an awful, terrible, no good influence Remy Graham.". He let out a laugh and nodded. "You're not the first to think so." He teased as she smoked. He was impressed with the way she held the smoke untl it came spluttering out of her mouth, forcing a laugh to form at his own mouth. "Shut up, I haven't done this in a long time!" she protested and he laughed again shakinghis head. "Sorry, sorry.." she said unconvincingly, the drug starting to take effect a little. Julie took anoher hit and passed the joint back to him, coughing less this time.

"I went to a few parties with Dean in high school. Most of them had alcohol and some of them had pot, but I was too chicken to try it until senior year. That time was fun because the host's parents were out of town, but any time after that there was some adult around and I was afraid we'd get busted. It wasn't really the strange adults that scared me, though...it was my mom's wrath if she ever found out I was smoking pot." How different hey had been.. Remy had never cared about gettng caught. The worst thing that would happen was military school, and he was positive even that was an empty threat. "I'd be lucky if she didn't lock me in the basement if she found out about this." Remy took a hit and passed the joint back, thinking about Julie's mom. The woman was hot, and young if he remembered correctly. "When her initial anger died down, though, she might forgive me for doing it once. God knows she was a pothead in high school." he laughed softy, taking he joint back as she passed it. "A lot of folks in that generation were." He teased knowing her mom was far younger than his parents.

"Did your mom ever find out you were stealing her drugs? I still can't believe she was a pothead.". He smiled as his hand continued to rub her belly more mindlessly now, relaxing against the back of the bed. "If she did, she never said anything. It was't something we ever really discussed, yah know? I came across it while snooping, and the more experienced I got, the more I was able to smell the smoke under her perfume." He explained. "It's a stress reliever, and God knows my moms stressed. She used to be worse, but.. well you remember her, you've been around long enough to know how moms been over the years." Remy took a hit and passed it back to Jules. "That's your last hit for a while. I don't want you to get too high, you won't like it." He instructed knowing it would hit her harder since she was unexperienced. "But even if mom did find out, she probably wouldn't have done much. She wasn't much of a disciplnarian. She made threats, the kind that scares kids shitless, but never followed through." He laughed softly. "When I was a kid she once told me she was going to give me to a poor family because I went apeshit over not getting some toy. I forget what it was but that made me cry like a banchee. I was a liiiittle spoiled." He chuckled, taking one last hit of the joint before putting it out on the plate. "You know, your mom didn't strike me as scary." He said, combing a hand through Julie's still damp hair, the other still at her stomach ,holding her close. "I remember her coming in to see you. She was young.. and hot. Don't take this the wrong way, but I'd totally do your mom." He smiled wide at her reaction, letting out a light laugh, enjoying this moment with Jules.

[JULIE BRADY]

Julie liked the way Remy’s hand rubbed her belly and it helped her to relax more against him, her head leaning back against his shoulder. The smoke in the air was filling her brain, making everything warm and fuzzy. Like Remy’s chest…the thought made her smile to herself. “If she did, she never said anything. It wasn’t something we ever really discussed, yah know? I came across it while snooping, and the more experienced I got, the more I was able to smell the smoke under her perfume. It’s a stress reliever, and God knows my mom’s stressed. She used to be worse, but…well you remember her, you’ve been around long enough to know how Mom’s been over the years.” Julie nodded, giggling a little at Caroline smoking pot. She was probably one of those mellow potheads who just sort of lapsed into silence when they were high. Nobody could blame Caroline for need a little stress relief. Remy passed the joint back to Julie and she took it, bringing it absentmindedly to her lips. “That’s your last hit for a while. I don’t want you to get too high, you won’t like it.” The girl shrugged as she sucked in the smoke, breathing it deep into her lungs as she passed it back. “It’s cool, I don’t wanna get blitzed anyway,” she replied in a slightly strained voice as she held the smoke in. Finally she exhaled and the smoke curled into the air. “But even if Mom did find out, she probably wouldn’t have done much. She wasn’t much of a disciplinarian. She made threats, the kind that scares kids shitless, but never followed through.” That sounded like Caroline. Her own mom had been very different in that way—if she told you she was going to do something, she meant it. It was funny how different the two women were in almost every way. “When I was a kid she once told me she was going to give me to a poor family because I went apeshit over not getting some toy. I forget what it was but that made me cry like a banshee. I was a liiiiittle spoiled.” Julie giggled again, her hand finding its way over his at her stomach, resting gently on top of it as it moved over her soft skin.

“You know, your mom didn’t strike me as scary.” She looked curiously at him as his other hand swept through her damp hair. It was nice to have a person’s hands combing her hair, especially Remy’s. “I remember her coming in to see you. She was young…and hot. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d totally do your mom.” Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened as she looked utterly appalled. The hand not on his pushed hard on his chest. “Ew, Remy! That’s my mom!” While the thought made her cringe, she couldn’t help but smile at the way he smiled. She finally let out a laugh of disbelief and shook her head before resting it again on his shoulder. “You’re so gross. I don’t ever want to think about my mom having sex with anyone.” Her whole body gave an exaggerated cringe before she laughed, her whole body relaxed now. She’d been fucked, fed, slightly intoxicated and now drugged. When was the last time she’d felt so good? “She wouldn’t want you anyway. As charming as you are, she despises the thought of you and me involved together at all.” Her head turned as she looked up at him with an almost lazy smile. “She thinks you’re a terrible influence and you’re defiling her darling daughter.” She giggled at the way he smiled, knowing she was provoking him.

“She likes older guys anyway. My stepdad is about five years older than her. Maybe she would dig your dad, though…” His reaction made her laugh, looking up at him again from her spot against his shoulder. Her free hand found its way to his thigh, resting motionlessly against it while the fingertips of her hand on top of his dragged gently and mindlessly across the top of his hand. “I wouldn’t cross her if I were you. She may not look all that scary, but that woman will tear you to shreds if provoked.” Her head nodded matter-of-factly. A few people had messed with her mom in the past and learned firsthand what she was capable of. She looked back up at him, smiling wide. “Oops! Too late. You’ve crossed her by defiling me. Get ready to be torn to shreds, Remington.” She was teasing him, obvious by her mischievous smile, and she found this was a moment she probably wouldn’t forget—laying in Remy’s arms, teasing and joking with him, naked and free and incredibly relaxed. It was hard to believe she could feel so happy with someone she thought was so incredibly annoying just months before. How things changed…