Page 169 of Blue Gold

EPILOGUE TWO

ELLIOT

Six months later

My heart was beating fast, my temperature rising at knowing that in a few moments, I’d walk the runway for the first time in almost a year. The last time I opened a show, I fell on my face in front of the whole room. It was a breaking point, one of many. But knowing that since then, I’d overcome much worse, I didn’t allow passing fears to interrupt me.

Closing my eyes, I transformed the shouting and yelling of the backstage into nothing but white noise until the show’s producer called my name.

In a heartbeat, I blinked them open to see her holding five fingers ahead of her.

My cue.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Vito giving me the thumbs-up. I sent him a short wink that made him smile, then turned back around and ran up the stage. I shook my body, relaxing those last nerves when it was a go, and I walked out there, feeling like a million bucks.

After too much champagne, and narrowly avoiding indecent exposure, we managed to leave the after-party before things got scandalous. Taking over my lips, Daniel slammed the condo door behind us after we barely stumbled inside.

Fighting for dominance, I grabbed his jaw and angled his head back before pushing my tongue into his mouth, letting him suck on it. He groaned into the kiss, his hands grabbing my ass and squeezing it tight as I explored his mouth with mine. His newly grown stubble rubbed against my jaw as we kissed, scratching my skin in the best possible way that made me hot all over. He felt rough, strong, but at the same time, tender, and his lips were like silky velvet, caressing me with nothing but love. Eager for more, I grabbed his loose tie in both hands and pulled him closer, until there was no room between us, and my thigh shoved against his hard-on.

“F-fuck,” he groaned in his sexy English, tearing his lips away from mine.

I noticed that whenever he got drunk, he slipped into English. Wasn’t it cute?

I began kissing along his neck, going up until I reached the spot behind his ear. His skin was hot, painted in beautiful red that reflected our burning love.

“Maybe we should have kept the bed,” he panted, voice rough.

Taking my lips off him, I glanced back at our empty condo. One would think we’d been robbed, as apart from a few boxes tossed around and some old newspapers, there was nothing in here but white walls.

Not that I care.

Grabbing Daniel’s jaw, I forced his attention back on me. “Beds are such a boring place to have sex, don’t you think?” With my other hand, I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, tossing it away before opening his fly. “Allez, monsieur. Move that sexy ass there,” I said with a wink, knowing he liked it when I got cocky.

Daniel fumbled on his feet, moving over to where our couch once was.

“Now, let me see that cock.”

He eagerly obliged.

Pushing his pants and underwear down his strong legs, he was left in his tailored shoes, socks, and wouldn’t you know it? His sock garters. He was one sexy man, but what I cared about more was his hard dick, which bounced free.

Satisfied, I licked my lips at the sight of his magnificent cock, standing tall just for me. Vito would probably curse me for what I was about to do to his clothes, but oh well, he’d understand my need to get down and dirty with a man like Daniel.

“Oh, God, Elliot,” he gasped as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

“Did we not agree not to call the Lord’s name in vain?” I smirked, then moved to kneel before him. “Or do you want to play church? Uh, let me see if I remember how it go in English…” I said while moving my hand along his stiff length. “Oui, bien sûr. Bless me, Father, for I have sin⁠—”

“Elliot!” Daniel gasped, cutting me off mid-confession.

Looking up at him, I fluttered my eyelashes and pouted my lips. “What is it? Did I not say it right?”

Covering his mouth with his hand, he looked away, his face red all the way down to his neck. If I didn’t know better, I’d blame it on the champagne, but I guess he liked a little role-play.

“S-stop playing games,” he hissed.

“Games?” I brought my hand to the tip of his cock and squeezed it. “I was about to confess my sins, Heavenly Father. Or is it just Father?”

Now, even his ears turned crimson. But I knew speaking English would get that reaction. Loving this side of him, I began moving my hand in long, languid strokes.