Page 71 of Feel Me

“No. I’ll do it,” I inform him.

He nods. “The hotel is forty minutes from here, possibly longer due to traffic downtown. Any specific instructions, sir?” he asks.

“Privacy, at all costs,” I tell him.

“Very well, sir.”

He’s one of those drivers who’s escorted a lot of higher ups. He knows what I’m asking and is smart enough to keep quiet about what goes on in the rear of the limo.

He shuts the window closed and lowers the privacy screen. The lock clicks into place. Now, only I can unlock it. Not that I plan to. I finish adjusting my tie and pop the mirror closed.

I’m early, but that’s how I planned it. I reach for my coat when Melissa sweeps down the concrete steps, her champagne cape fluttering open to reveal her strapless black ball gown that hugs her curves as if painted on. A row of long pearls dangle between her breasts.

I freeze in place, her dress is reminiscent of the one she wore in that dream I had too many times about her, the one where she hovered over my ottoman on all fours. It’s not exact, but it’s close enough to make me hard.

The driver hurries to get the door. “Thank you,” she says as she steps in.

She pauses when she sees me, her eyes flying open. She likes what she sees. Well, that makes two of us. “Um, hi,” she says, edging in. “You look . . . nice.”

I reach for her hand to help her inside and to assure she sits beside me. The driver slams the door shut as my gaze locks on hers. “And you look stunning,” I tell her.

I lift her gloved hand and kiss it. She’s close enough that the skirt of her gown fans over my knee. I can feel her body heat just as she feels mine.

Her hair is pulled up, a pile of curls spilling from the top and delicately brushing her large pearl and diamond stud earrings. Her hair must have taken hours to style, but it’s her face I can’t stop looking at. Her lips are glossed a deep red and black eye shadow illuminates her large eyes. She knew I was coming for her and went all out. I just don’t understand why she seems to hesitate to draw too near.

Maybe there’s someone else in her life. After all, it’s been over a month since she walked out on me. I doubt it, though. Not because she isn’t irresistible, hell, Melissa is sex in high heels, but because she works too damn hard.

Either way, no man is going to come between me and her. Am I being irrational and possessive? Damn right I am. I was the dumb prick who watched her walk away. But now that I have her all to myself, I’m ready to prove how much I need her.

My mouth finds her neck, just like it did the other day at the office, nibbling sucking. “I was fucking stupid to let you go,” I murmur against her skin.

“Declan . . .” she gasps, her body shaking against my chest as I press our bodies closer.

I backed off since that time in my office, mostly to keep her from cancelling our date. But each hour, each damn minute that I didn’t hold her was too long.

It’s not about sex, not anymore, not after everything that’s happened between us. It’s about me feeling close to her, and proving how much I’ve missed us.

My hand kneads her breast. “We have forty minutes,” I whisper against her lips. “Longer with traffic.” She jolts when I pinch her nipple. “And even longer after that if I ask the driver to circle the block.” I yank her small purse out of her hand and toss it across the floor, then carefully remove her hearing aids and place them in the pocket of the arm rest.

“You said you weren’t expecting anything,” she moans as I return to play.

“I lied,” I tell her, snatching her hand and cupping it over my thick erection.

“Jesus,” she rasps, her eyes lustful as she begins to rub.

My tux cost a small fortune, and her dress probably did, too. But we peel off our expensive attire like rags until I’m naked except for my opened white shirt and she’s down to her garter belt and heels. I stretch out along the wide seat, placing her knees on either side of my head, moaning as her head bops up and down on my lap. Her sucks are hard, driving me crazy. Yet as much as my head is swimming with desire, I clutch her hips and pull her down, suckling her sweet skin.

She’s whimpering as she goes deeper, the orgasm that follows making her thighs bat against my temples. I’m ready to come when the driver slams on the brakes. We fall forward and onto the floor, the loud honks of horns signaling some asshole cut him off. But it’s as if nothing happened. Melissa and I don’t stop. I flip her on all fours, pushing into her slowly as her body clenches around my length.

She covers her mouth, trying to muffle her screams as I thrust, my speed increasing with each lurch of my hips. My jaw clamps down. I’m trying to be quiet, too, but the way she’s circling her ass and bearing down makes it impossible. We fall forward again as we finish, her dress in a pile on the floor and my tux?oh, who gives a shit where it is.

I push up on my arms and pull out, pressing her back against my chest as I fall onto my knees. She swivels around, wrenching her neck to stamp her mouth over mine.

Her kiss is long and sweet and she keeps her smile as she pulls away. “Hi,” she says.

She expects me to tell her “hi” back, or say something cute. Instead I clasp her face gently, holding her focus so she can read my lips.

“I love you.”

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