Private Show (The Private Series) by Danielle Torella Read Free Book Online Page A

this is the first time I have seen him angry. He is trying to cover it up, though.
    “We will discuss it at a more appropriate time.” Jack spits out. And I am thrown by his tone with Ben. What was going on?
    Ben isn’t having it, though. “No, I want to know why Caroline is in tears.”
    I have the urge to go stand next to Caroline. It’s odd, but I just feel like I need to be close to her right now, maybe to comfort her? I half hug the young beauty. Ben looks to me and smiles a grateful smile.
    “So? What’s the deal this time, Dad? What did she do now to disappoint you?”
    “This is not the time or place, son.”
    Caroline wipes her eyes and speaks up. “I just got an e-mail form the fashion program that I was accepted into this summer. Turns out they have a winter opening and it would be with the lead designer.”
    “That’s amazing, sis! You have to be thrilled… why are you so upset?” He turns to their father. “What? What is wrong now?”
    “New York City is no place for a fifteen-year-old girl. I told you how I felt about the summer program, Caroline, and now you expect me to pull you out of school to be a gofer?”
    “Jack!” Gwen snips.
    Jack lowers his voice and leans into his girlfriend, “She just isn’t ready yet.”
    “But her psychologist, said she has made great progress.” She returns softly. Jack gives her a look of not now .
    I am stunned by his aggressiveness, but also his concern.
    “Dad, I have told you, it’s for school and I would live in school housing there. I wouldn’t be the only teenager.”
    “We will talk more about this later, Caroline.” And that was that.

 
     
     
    On the way back to Ben’s place he can’t keep his hands off my legs. He leisurely trails his full palm up and down the inside of my thigh, then switching to a light touch in the same motion, leaving me completely mad. The drive feels like it is taking forever.
    He makes his turn into the underground parking garage of his building, kills the engine, and turns to me. He has a serene smile on his face. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, and frankly throwing me off.
    “You.”
    He lets out a soft sigh and I can see the wheels in his head turning. “Ready?” He nods his head in the direction on the silver elevators.
    “More than you know.”
     

     
    Inside, he grabs a bottle of my favorite wine and two glasses and saunters back to me. He runs the back of his knuckles over my temporary tattoo of the British flag on my upper arm and begins circling it.
    “This looks hot on you.”
    I look down at his hand running over the fake ink and smile. He moves his hands to my shoulders and up the back of my neck, and releases my pigtails.
    “That’s better,” he whispers in my ear.
    He steps away to pour the wine and hands me a glass. We both take a long sip of the sweet and lightly bubbly wine. “Now, this surprise you have…”
    And that’s my cue. I stand and walk toward his bedroom. I look over my shoulder and wink, and it doesn’t take him long to follow in my suit.
    But before I can make it to his bedroom door, he spins and pins me to the wall of the hallway. Taken off guard, I moan loudly as soon as his mouth finds my neck. He’s sucking and licking from my collarbone to my earlobe. He grabs the back of my left knee and lifts it so I can wrap it around his waist. I can feel his growing arousal at the apex of my thighs.
    Will I ever get enough of this man? I certainly hope not.
    He carries me into the bedroom, kicking the door open he takes long strides to the large bed. He sets me down on the floor and not the bed, like he typically would.
    “Turn around,” he demands, and I am so turned on that I don’t question it. Once my back is to him, he grips my hips and continues kissing my neck. Then he stops. He is no longer touching me. I turn to make sure he is still there and he just looks at me. Until I notice where his right hand is. He is holding himself through his black dress