Chapter 10

"The place looks amazing Dems," Miley gushed, rushing as fast as her Chanel shoes would carry her.

Squealing along with her best friend, Demi opened her arms wide, allowing them to fit perfectly to Miley's shape.

"Look at all of these people that turned out," she breathed in awe.

Tonight was the grand reopening of "Classy Lassie" for the fall season, and one of her biggest crowds to date. Hell, Demi did a fabulous job with decorations, refreshments, and organizing the sections. Which all concluded in the goal of costumer satisfaction and right now, if there were an award for the most pleased costumers holder the other nominees wouldn't even stand a chance.

A small giggled rang from Miley's lips as she leaned into Demi's side, "I think we might need to restock on snacks," she whispered, pointing to the refreshments table where Joe was loading up on cupcakes and soda.

Demi shook her head, trying to make herself look like she wasn't dating the man overflowing in food, "Just look away and I'll deal with him later," she muttered, embarrassed.

The perfect couple, Miley thought with a little chuckle.

"Speaking of boyfriends," Demi winked before continuing, "Where's your less embarrassing stud muffin.

Crap, why did a blush always find it's way onto her cheeks when Nick was mentioned? The past month had been a whirlwind of outrageous events in her life. Her boutique was gaining more successes and attention then it ever had before. She kicked and old boyfriend to the curb and received a way better one.

That night at the lake, weeks ago, was the best night of her life. Her and Nick talked and made love for hours under the moonlight. Dare she say it? That night was her Nicholas Sparks moment. That night she finally felt the love from a man that she was waiting for. Nick made her heart sparkle and the butterflies in her stomach appear. Not only with his confession of wanting to be with her made her believe they were made for each other, but the way he showed her had every nerve ending in her body screaming that this was her moment of love.

"He's right here," the smooth chime of the voice snuck up behind her, and his arms encircled her waist from behind.

Leaning her head back on his chest, Miley smirked up at him, "Conceited much?"

Mirroring her smirked, Nick kissed her nose, earning the giggle he so much adored from her.

"You guys are so cute," Demi cooed, "Now I have to go deal with….that," she frowned, turning her head to see an icing covered Joe as he ate his fifth cupcake, "Wish me luck," she faked smiled for a second before going after her boyfriend.

Miley shook her head laughing at the arguing couple at the snack table, "Joe is…." she trailed off, looking at Nick seriously, "Please don't turn out like him," a second passed before the duo broke into laughter, clinging onto each other.

"The place looks great, Mi," he bent his head, as they gently swayed back and forth to their own music.

"I know, Demi did a great job."

"So did you," Nick protested.

The corners of her mouth kicked up, "Thanks, baby," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

After their chaste peck ended, Nick said something that made the arousing fire ignite in her lower tummy.

"You are so sexy in that dress, I just want to tear it off of you and have my way with you," he nipped at her earlobe.

"Nick," she whined, stroking his shoulder gently, "Why do you have to say that now? I can't just leave. This is my party."

"We can sneak away for a few then come right back," he touched a loose curl that lay on her shoulder, "You have no idea how hot I am for you right now," he murmured in her ear.

Oh she knew, she could feel him. He was hot and very hard, just how she liked it. Damn it, Miley Stewart was trapped. And she clearly knew which road she was going to travel down in this situation.

Acting on her decision, she palmed him, leaning up to his ear she purred, "Meet me in the dressing rooms in five minutes," winking, she disappeared in the crowd.

Swallowing, he did has instructed and waited five minutes before finding his was to the hall that lead to the dressing rooms. There she was, looking sexy as hell, leaning up against the patterned wall. Seeing him making his way towards her, she strutted, meeting him half way. She held onto his shoulders, leaning into kiss him. Her lips were so luscious and soft only making it more painful for his manhood. When their tongues met his head went spinning into another dimension.

His hands roamed her bare back that was exposed due to the strapless dress. The kiss continued deep, open-mouthed, devouring, he still couldn't get enough of her even after these past weeks of having her everyday.

Maybe he wasn't the only needy person here, he thought, after being startled from her pushes on his chests, leading them into one of the luxurious dressing rooms. He came in contact with a white couch, as they pulled away from their heated kiss.

Miley stood straight up, shimming out of her black Maxi dress. Man her eyes were dangerous. She dropped down onto her knees, between his legs, braless. Her hands worked his belt and fastener then she dragged the black slacks and boxers down to his ankles.

She wrapped her right hand around the hard shaft, pumping gracefully. Then she put her mouth on him, just the tip of his cock. She sucked softly, proud of the moan she already received. Opening wider, she took him further, lubricating him. It was challenging to take all of him, but she strived to satisfy her man. His taste was addicting and he was so big and hot in her mouth.

Her throat clamped onto him as she sucked, earning tugs at her hair. While she held the base of his cock with on the hand she occupied the other by cupping his balls and squeezing them every few seconds.

"Christ, Mi!" he seethed, sending chills down her spine.

His balls tightened and hips jerked. She swallowed the sharp taste that poured into her mouth. She slowly released him from her capture and swiped her lips, smiling at him. Pleasing him was so satisfying to her. She loved having the power over him and controlling when he came.

Nick grabbed at her hips, bringing her towards him as he sat up straight. He buried his face in her naked tummy. Her skin was so velvety soft and smelled so wonderful. He dipped his tongue into her belly button then kissed around it.

Miley giggled from the tickle of his unshaven stubble against her sensitive skin, her fingers tangled in his curls, "We can finish when we get home."

His hands now traveled around, cupping her ass, "But I need you now."

"When we get home you can do anything you want to me."

His head shot up, "Anything?" the excitement was clear in his voice. She could see the fantasies developing in his mind, they were even exciting her.

"Anything," she said slowly, cupping his face.

"Promise?" he looked like a little boy who was afraid of getting his candy taken away.

"I promise," she smiled, pecking his lips.

After cleaning themselves up, they slipped back into the party. While Nick went to go stuff his face with Joe, who clearly didn't care what Demi had told him earlier, Miley went to mingle with costumers and learn their opinions on her business.

Nodding with an extremely pleased smile on her face, Miley bubbled inside at the comments a woman in her late thirties made on her line of lingerie. The older woman praised the variety and comfortable fit of the pieces. Secretly whispering that the frisky piece she bought last season spiced up her bed room relationship with her husband.

Miley giggled in response before a very chipper Demi frantically came up to her with an older woman by her side, "Miley this is Mrs. Sinclair from-"

"From Sinclair fashion industry," Yes, Miley knew who this woman was. Infact now she knew why Demi was bout to pee on herself. This was Miley's idol. This was the woman who inspired Miley to dive into the fashion world and now here she was in the flesh, in her boutique. Was it getting hot in here of was it just her?

"It's very nice to meet you Mrs. Sinclair," Miley shook the fashion icon's hand, trying to control herself.

"And it's a pleasure meeting you, doll," Mrs. Sinclair smiled back, "I adore your boutique, Miss, Stewart. It is just what I am looking for."

Ah, she just called her Miss, Stewart. There was a dance party going on in this girls head, "Looking for what?" she asked, her brows furrowed.

"My dear," she started, placing her arm around Miley's shoulder, "I am looking for something new and fresh to add to the wonderful city of New York and you are exactly what I have been searching for."

"Oh my gosh," Miley mouthed to herself.

"I want you to bring 'Classie Lassie' to New York," Mrs. Sinclair had that old glamour Hollywood style and she could make you do things in the blink of an eye, "And I won't take no for and answer," her teeth were so white and framed beautifully by her red lips.

This was such a huge opportunity and something Miley had always dreamed of since she was little. New York was the fashion capitol of America and the most famous designer wanted to be apart of her business.

Miley nodded frantically, "I would love to work with you."

"Fabulous," The older woman threw her head back, "I'll have my people get in touch with you," she leant in and air kissed with her new associate.

"AHHH!" Demi ran to the shocked woman. Roughly, she pulled Miley to her body and started jumping up and down, earning attention from people in the room.

With a huge smile on her face, Miley hugged back. Everything was so perfect and wonderful. This could take her in a whole new direction and she could just see her career taking off and expanding all over the world. Like magnets, her eyes caught with Nick's who was smiling at her, making her excitement fizzle out.

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