Just Him ❤

112. The masked ball.

Chloe took a deep breath and shifted nervously in her seat as they got closer to their destination, The Ballroom at 8 Northumberland Avenue. It was a busy Saturday night in central London and traffic was heavy, meaning that Britta had been right to advise them to leave early. Looking down at the elegant mask in her hands, she thought about the night ahead. There was going to be a four course meal, followed by a charity auction, a performance by two of the BBC's Strictly Come Dancing professional dancers and then music and dancing until the early hours. The whole evening was in aid of a well known brain injury charity, which was one of the charities that the Keep Fighting Foundation (an organisation that was directly inspired by Michael) supported. They had been invited a while ago due to her connection to Michael and Seb had been happy for them to attend. Her eyes moved to her chest and she wondered if she was showing too much skin in her floor length red gown. The neckline plunged to just above her navel and it's ruched side and wrap style skirt meant that the thigh high slit showed off far more leg than she was used to. She felt exposed, despite Seb's assurances that she looked fantastic.
"Hey, stop it." Sitting to her left and looking breath takingly gorgeous in his tux, Seb took her hand and rubbed his thumb over her engagement ring. It stood out, glittering and shining, from her red satin dress and he was glad it did because it showed the world that this beautiful woman was very much his.

"Stop what?" She lifted her head to look at him, her breath caught in her throat at just how handsome he looked.

"Worrying about how you look." He leant over and placed a lingering kiss to her cheek. "You're beautiful, you'll be the most beautiful woman there. I can't keep my eyes off you and neither will anyone else be able to, and this....." He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the diamond ring that adorned her wedding finger. ".....this tells them all that you're mine." He smiled against her skin as he glided her finger across his lips before taking it into his mouth and sucking lightly on her fingertip. Chloe leant her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes as she felt the effects from his mouth deep down inside her.

"Your gonna have to stop doing that." She whispered as she turned in her seat to face him.

"Doing what?" He asked innocently as he kissed the tip of her finger and lowered her hand down to rest in his lap.

"Turning me on at the most inconvenient times." She replied. He'd already been handsy in the lift on the way down from their room and then even more so as soon as they'd got into the back of the black Jag that was taking them to the ball.

"I can't help it. You have no idea the effect you're having on me in that dress."

"I have." She leant in to him and placed her lips on his, his vehement response was instant and he took a firm hold of her face, slipping his tongue into her mouth and groaning low in his throat as their lips moved in sync. "See?" She parted from his lips, already breathless from his kiss.

"You're right on the edge of me losing my self restraint liebe." He murmured darkly.

"Just remember we're in a car, and we'll soon be in public view. It was only last weekend you wanted to protect me from the media, remember?"

"Yeah." He breathed, trying to calm himself. She was right, he had wanted to shield her from the media and he still did. It was only the fact that this was a masked ball that had made him decide to accept the invitation to go, that and the fact there was to be only one official photographer there. The media were not allowed anywhere near the place. "I wish you'd let me fuck you before we came out though."

"Seb!" She gasped, looking quickly towards their driver who remained staring straight ahead, as if he'd heard nothing. Looking back at Seb, she couldn't help but smile at the pleased smirk that graced his lips and she settled back into her seat as he took hold of her hand once more.