“Have I told you that you look hot tonight?”
I grin and nod. “You can tell me again, though.”
“So hot, love.”
This version of him who doesn’t hide his desire for me is my favorite. He doesn’t flaunt it in front of his father or Theo, which I’m grateful for, but he doesn’t hide it either. After Bastian left earlier and Caius came back, we went shopping for tonight’s event. He easily found a tux to wear while my search was a lot more difficult. What do you wear to meet the president?
Does the president know how bad cryptocurrency mining is for the environment? Maybe I should share the video with him.
My thoughts are once again jerked back to Caius. His palm is lazily teasing over the bare skin of my thigh exposed with the high slit of my dress. There are other people in the car, but I’m wishing it were just us. The things I’d let him do to me right now…
“Did you ever hear anymore from you-know-who?” I whisper, needing to throw a blanket over the burning heat igniting within me.
“Nope,” he murmurs before fusing his lips to mine.
I guess that’s the end of that conversation.
I’m okay with the kiss instead of words. He kisses me deeply and with such possessiveness that I feel like I belong to him. It’s nice to feel so wanted and cared for.
For how long?
I ignore the negative thoughts. It’s easy to push them out and focus on the good stuff. The man I should be wary of knows how to play my body exactly as it should be played. His fingertips brush over the lips of my pussy over my thong, causing me to jolt in surprise. He kisses me hard, snuffing out the yelp of surprise coming out of me.
We can’t do this stuff with people in the car.
And yet I try to part my legs in this fancy dress. I don’t get much movement, but he’s able to add just enough pressure.
“Do you think there will be any hot models or actresses there?” Theo asks from the front seat.
Caius, while keeping his fingertip right where I want it, pulls away from our kiss to answer him. “Naturally. The beautiful people always get invited first.”
Kaitlyn then asks Theo if there will be real princesses there. I’m unable to keep up with their conversation as Caius continues to tease me. Just when I think I might come, he stops.
My heart races out of control and I whip my head to glower at him. This makes him chuckle under his breath.
I’ve seen him smile—truly smile—and now I get a laugh out of him. Is this real life? Where’s the psychopath who held me at gunpoint on our first meeting and then proceeded to lock me back up under the floor? Or where’s the sinister man who had no issue whatsoever drugging me whenever it suited him?
I guess he’s there too.
This man has many layers.
Like our ozone? It probably has holes all in it. I’m curious how much in emissions does the state of New York alone put off into the air. I kind of wish I had my phone so I could look up that factoid. If I had to guess, China would be the winner since they produce a huge portion of what we use in our everyday lives.
Pleasure zings through me again, jolting me out of my thoughts. His finger is teasing me again, making the dark vehicle seem to light up with sparkles of light. So close. I want to come. I’m almost there…
And he stops again.
Can I kill him? Strangle him with his bowtie?
I shift in my seat, hoping he’ll get the message to continue along. He presses once against my clit before releasing. It’s just mean.
“You’re a cruel man,” I grumble quietly.
“It’s your punishment.”
I scoff. “For what?”
He doesn’t answer. His finger gets back to work. I grip his wrist, holding him right where I want him. My legs shake with the need to release. I’m unable to keep a whiney sound from escaping, but he quickly swallows it down with another deep kiss.