Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2) by E.S. Carter Page A

time I thought it was a good surprise but now I’m thinking it was an absolutely, fucking, stupid surprise.”
    Confusion passes over her face, overriding the previous lust she openly displayed. She hesitates for a second before attempting to lift herself from my lap. My grip tightens and as much as it kills me and causes my dick to ache, wanting to free itself by punching its way out of my clothing, I still her, keeping her pressed tightly against the evidence of my desire.
    “Hey…” I can see she thinks I was referring to us taking this further and not the three people I have waiting for our arrival, in my suite.
    “I wasn’t talking about anything between us being stupid; in fact, it’s killing me that I have to stop myself from fucking you right here, right now.” I lift one hand from her hips and trace the outline of her face, pausing for a moment before running my fingers over her full, pouty lips.
    “There’s a few people waiting for us that’s all, I thought it was a good surprise but now I’m not so sure.”
    “Who’s waiting for us?” she seems genuinely perplexed, “I thought you said you had a day or two off, I thought I had you all to myself, finally.”
    I want to laugh, I don’t think she realises she is sulking but fuck if it doesn’t look cute on her.
     
    N ormally any kind of pouty, girly shit would make me want to kick someone out of my bed but it just looks adorable on her and she doesn’t even know she’s doing it. It’s not in a pathetic, whiny way like some chicks do, she is genuinely disappointed that it’s not going to be just us and she can’t help but wear it all over her face.
    Damn if that doesn’t make me want her even more.
    “I think you’ll like it Emmy, I did it for you, I was trying to show you that I appreciate what you’ve given up to come and be with me. I only said it was stupid because I cannot keep my hands off you and I don’t want an audience.”
    She blinks once and the pout evaporates from her face, a small smile replacing it.
    “I’m sorry; I sound like a spoilt child. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately.”
    “Well I don’t know either but I know what is getting into you very soon.”
    She smacks my shoulder and laughs.
    “What? I’m being serious. Once you’ve seen your surprise and spent time with them, you and I have something that needs attending to.”
    She laughs again before resting her forehead on mine and bewitching me with her smiling eyes.
    “Next time no surprises Okay?”
    “Oh trust me Emmy, I won’t be making the same mistake again.” I tip my head back and bang it against the headrest, causing her to laugh even more, the movement forcing her firm arse to bounce on all the right parts of me.
    “Bloody hell Emmy, stop laughing please?” I groan. “My dick is attempting to fight its way out to meet you as it is, feeling your arse rub up and down all over it is fucking torture.”
    Yeah you guessed it, she laughs even more.
     
    A fter the sexually frustrating limo ride, we get back to the hotel and I still haven’t let slip the surprise, even thought she tried her best to get it out of me.
    We have to enter from the underground parking garage. The front of the hotel is under siege from VB fans, who are trying to get a glimpse of me, or my other co-stars, as we have all be booked into this place by Redlight Productions.
    Security ushers us into a private lift and my nerves start to build with every floor we ascend.
    “Still a chance for you to tell me who’s waiting for us up there.” she squeezes my hand. I’ve not let hers go since we left the limo.
    I look down and arch an eyebrow at her “Not happening Emmy, you’ll find out soon enough.”
    Excitement fills her eyes “Are they famous? Shit, am I gonna make a fool of myself like a crazy fan girl?”
    Now it’s my turn to laugh, “Well I think one of them thinks he is famous, just wait and see.”
    Leading her into my suite on the top floor, I give a