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and panties.
    Luca stood
back, checking her out appreciatively when she murmured, "It's a
strapless dress Luca".
    Smirking, he
moved slowly but purposely as he reached around and unclasped her
bra, letting it fall between them before lowering his mouth to her
breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and the other between his
fingertips.
    "Luca, stop. We
can't do this in here" Imogen sighed, pushing his face upward to
hers, stopping to seal her lips over his briefly before reaching
for the navy blue dress and sliding it over her hips.
    "Oh, this is
the dress Im" Luca whistled under his breath, stepping back and
breathing her in. "You look amazing".
    "I've never
worn this colour before. I'm going to try the green" she decided,
hardly finishing her sentence before Luca had the dress unzipped
and was running his hands, and the dress, down the length of her
body.
    His touch was
electric, scorching her skin with every caress. If they didn't get
out of the changing room soon she'd hand herself over to him then
and there.
    Sliding out of
his grip, she shimmied the green dress up and zipped it in place,
reaching down the front of the dress to reposition her breasts, a
deliberate tease aimed at Luca who had made himself comfortable in
a chair in the corner of the room.
    "Amazing; let's
get it and get home" he said, his cock visibly straining against
the denim of his jeans.
    Stripping the
dress off and standing in just her sheer panties, Imogen took her
time to hang the dress properly before crossing the room and
standing between Luca's thighs. "You can't walk out there like
that, Luca" she said, dropping her eyes to his crotch.
    "I know, give
me a minute and I'll be fine. If you get dressed, it'd speed things
up" he smiled.
    "Or, I can help
you" Imogen offered, sinking to her knees and slowly unbuckling his
belt and pulling his jeans open.
    "Im, you
can't…" he whispered as Imogen lowered her mouth over his
length.
    Sinking back
into the chair and into Imogen's rhythm, Luca reached for her hair
and fisted it into a tight bun on top of her head. Thrusting up
gently against Imogen's downward movements, it wasn't long before
Luca's cock was sitting snugly in the back of Imogen's throat, her
gentle rhythm and swallowing bringing him to the brink almost
immediately. As she reached down and cradled his sac, Luca felt his
release approaching and breathed, "Imogen, now" before feeling her
greedily swallow his warm offering.
    "What are you
doing to me, Im?" Luca sighed breathlessly.
    Straightening
up, Imogen smirked at him, "You started it Luca. Now, get me home
so we can finish this properly".
     

CHAPTER
TEN

    "Oh wow Luca,
you look… amazing" she breathed as Luca walked into their
bedroom.
    "This old
thing" Luca laughed, proudly puffing his chest and straining the
gorgeous cut of his dinner suit. "Italian made, you can't go wrong,
huh? However, I think the attention of the night will be firmly on
you—you look beautiful" he whispered, zipping her into her
dress.
    "I'm so nervous
Luca—I've never been this nervous, ever" she said, turning to face
him.
    "I'll be there
every step of the way. Regardless of what happens you're a finalist
Im, your name is out there now. If you win, you've obviously got a
clear path to being published, if not you're in an amazing position
to send your manuscript to other publishers and see how you go.
You'll be fine, I promise—" Luca stopped, hearing the doorbell
ring. "Expecting someone, Im?"
    "Nope" she
replied, shaking her head as they both headed for the front
door.
    Outside, a
courier stood grasping a massive bunch of flowers, sticking his
head around as the door opened, "Imogen Butler?"
    "Yes?" Imogen
replied.
    "Miss. These
are for you" he said, passing her the flowers.
    "Wow, thank
you" she said inspecting the gorgeous bouquet and finding a
glorious arrangement of orange tulips, there had to be 40 or 50
flowers, all the same gorgeous hue, what an unusual yet
breathtaking choice of flower and colour, "is