Page 77 of Obeying the Owner

“Obviously, to meet me,” he says, locking the door.

“If you want me to stay here, we need to get in your SUV and turn on the air conditioning.”

“Relax. I’ve got it under control.” He takes my hand, escorting me down the porch steps to the driveway. That’s when I notice the idling limousine parked along the side of the street.

My head snaps toward him. “You got us a limo?”

He grins. “I figured we’d travel in style.”

The driver is waiting and opens the back door. I carefully climb in and slide over on the leather seat. Trey moves over beside me, and the door is pushed closed.

I sigh as the cool air hits my heated skin. “I feel like I’m going to my senior prom again. But you’re way hotter than my date was.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Are you going to feel me up on the way to the venue?”

“You’re with a man now.” He slips his hand inside the slit on my dress, curling his fingers around my bare thigh and squeezing. “I’m going to make you come.”

“Here?” I squeak. The divider between the driver and us is up but still…

He turns sideways on the seat, skimming his hand up my inner thigh. “Spread your legs.” I immediately comply, and his hand cups my panty-covered pussy. “So warm. Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

His hand burrows under the lace, gently gliding back and forth over me, spreading around my arousal. I’m already soaked and throbbing, and he’s barely touched me. He slides two fingers inside and continuously pumps them, then groans. “So fucking perfect. I can’t wait to fuck this sweet cunt later.”

The heel of his hand presses against my clit, making me moan. “Yes, more,” I say, rocking my hips.

His thumb rubs all around the sensitive flesh, avoiding direct contact and edging me closer to orgasm. With taut thighs and clenched fists, I balance on the precipice of ecstasy. A needy whimper slips from my lips as I beg, “Please.”

He closes his mouth over mine, his tongue sweeping along my bottom lip before dipping inside. At the same time, his thumb rubs my clit with the perfect amount of pressure to drive me over the edge. My legs quiver, and my mouth parts beneath his as I cry out from the overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s my good girl,” he husks. Slipping his fingers from me, he shoves them between his lips, sucking them clean. “Fuck, you taste good,” he says while I recline against the seat with the strength of a cooked noodle. Reaching over, he pulls a few tissues from the box on the side of the limo and uses them to wipe between my legs.

“You might need to carry me around all night,” I warn.

He laughs. “You’ve got a few minutes to get the blood flowing before we arrive.”

“I’m not complaining. An orgasm trumps steady legs any day of the week. But do I look like I just came? I don’t really want to advertise what we just did. Especially since we haven’t announced we’re together.”

He skims his fingers over my cheek. “You’re flushed.”

I smirk. “And you have lipstick on your mouth.”

He takes another tissue and wipes all around his mouth until he’s in the clear while I reapply the red shade to my lips. I smooth a hand over my hair, and it feels like it’s holding up well. I’m thankful I arranged it in a neat knot on the back of my head.

Glancing out the window as the limo turns, I notice we’re pulling into the vineyard entrance. “Ooh, we’re here. I’m excited and nervous at the same time,” I say.

“What are you nervous about?”

“You and I worked on this together. I just want everything to go smoothly.”

“It will.” He takes hold of my hand and gives me a reassuring squeeze.

The limo driver pulls up in front of the area where the party is taking place. He pops around to open the door for us. Trey steps out first, helping me out of the vehicle.

“Thanks, babe,” I say.

He thanks the driver, and we head inside. I tug my hand from his. “We can’t act like we like each other.”

“Sunshine, what I feel for you goes way beyond like.”

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