Page 56 of Connected

“Kat, what the hell are you doin’? The driver he can—”

“Hey, relax. He can’t see us. Limos have modesty glass—we can see him but he can’t see us.”

“Really…” Digby’s grin now widens. “Oh hey, Mr. Driver-man, why don’t we take the long scenic route around the city before we head back to the base?”

“Certainly. I can do that for you, Mr. Westwood—Sir.”

“Mr. Westwood?” Digby frowns, “Sir? What the fuck is he goin’ on about?”

“Oh…” Kat laughs. “I guess he thinks you’re Rhys?”

“What? Oh well, I don’t care, just as long as you know the difference.” He flicks his tongue over the pert hard of her beaded nipple and then teasingly nips a bite—it makes her squeal with delight and she grins before forcing her lips back on his for a kiss. He places his hand on her cheeks holding her still and stares her in the eyes. “Oh hell… I want you so fuckin’ much.”

“Wait…” she snaps, stopping him and with a teasing lick of her lips, she turns around to sit with her back against his chest. “Ohhh… I really love this position, it makes for much deeper penetration.”

She groans and taking Digby’s hands in hers, she then moves them in a slow massage motion over her breasts, as she slides her hips back against his groin, teasing his cock.

It hardens with lust and presses tight against the front of his pants. “Oh fuck…” he moans, grappling one-handed at his zipper. “Hm… you know… you smell so fuckin’ good. It reminds me of somethin’, but I can’t remember what. Hell, it’s drivin’ me crazy—Kat, I really want you, so fuckin’much.”

“Really… So, what exactly do I smell of?”

“It’s like… like everythin’ I love—vanilla and home-baked cookies. Oh yeah… yeah, I could fuckin’ eat you just to taste that smell.”

“Then why don’t you—eat me?” she smiles. Biting against her bottom lip as she loosens her hair and lets her curls fall around her shoulders.

“Mmm… I love when you wear your hair down—mostly cos it feels great over my cock when you suck me off,” he laughs. Playfully he bites at her neck and whispers against her ear, “Lieutenant Morgan, I am going to fuck you so hard.”

“Oh, keep talking… I love it when you talk dirty like that” she groans.

“Yes ma’am,” he smiles as she places her hands on his—again holding them on her breasts, he teasingly pulls at her nipples. She writhes and moans, squirming against his groin. She loves the soft-drawl of his voice as he tells her exactly what he’s going to do and closing her eyes, she grinds harder, teasing his cock through his pants.

He fumbles clumsily with his belt, while his tongue licks against her neck and he slides her forward on his lap. Looking down, the curves of her ass peep from underneath the green satin where she’s sat astride him. “Oh Geez… No panties…” he groans.

“Well, there really wasn’t much room for anything else in this dress,” she grins.

Digby takes a deep breath and again checks the tinted glass that separates them from the driver. “You sure he can’t see us?” he frowns.

“Yep, I’m sure. And anyway, would it really matter if he could?” A huge teasing grin fills her face, and she sighs loudly. “I wanna do it here—right now. I’ve never done it in a limo before.”

“No, me either, but then I don’t actually think I’ve ever been in a limo before,” he growls, and sucking on her shoulder he makes small red marks on her skin. He leans his head back and resting it on the seat he grins, as he does, his eyes glance up and he notices a small blue neon light in the limo’s roof. He stops and gripping Kat around the waist, he holds her still. “Fuck!” His face drops as he continues to stare upward and he takes a hold of Kat’s hand, stopping her as she grapples frantically with his zipper. “Kat… hold up and wait a minute.”

“Why? What is it?” She looks around, trying to see what has the focus of his attention.

He sits forward, sliding her onto the seat next to him. “You fuckin’ asshole! Kat pull your dress up.”

“What? Why, what is it? What’s going on? Oh come on Digby, we haven’t got long—let’s just fuck.”

“I said pull your dress up. That dirty fuckin’ asshole son-of-a-bitch brother of mine.”

Digby gestures his middle finger to the corner of the limo as he looks around before searching the rest of the interior—feeling along the roof and along the seating.

“Digby, what’s going on?” Kat frowns, concerned by his sudden movement—but the lack of sexual activity.

“Fuckin’ cameras… Rhys has them everywhere. I should have fuckin’ known. Well, fuck you asshole!” He again sticks his middle finger up. “Sorry, I never gave any thought to it.”

“What? Wait… you mean Rhys can see us? He just… he just saw us doing… Oh my God!” Quickly she covers herself—pulling the dress over her breasts.

Digby snorts a laugh and looking at his phone, he returns another one-fingered salute at the camera.

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