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“The driver…”

“Won’t hear anything unless you hit that button right there.” He nodded to the panel with the buttons and looked back at me. “Let me hear you, Cupcake.”

When his mouth centered over my sex, I didn’t have a choice. His powerful suction over my clit yanked a scream from the depths of my being. I gripped his hair and spread my legs wider, earning a growl from him. He rewarded me by bringing me to orgasm faster than I’d ever known possible. He didn’t let me come down and relax after that first one. He adjusted his hold on my hips and lifted my body higher so I was more available to his mouth.

I sucked in a sharp breath and tugged at his hair as he stroked me with his magical tongue until I was right back on the edge of my orgasm. Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, he shoved me into my pleasure, dragging it out until my mind was numb and my body limp. I called out his name and pressed my thighs together, trying to get a break, but with Drake’s shoulders between them, I had no hope. He wouldn’t stop until he was finished.

When Drake finally sat up, his face was wet and his eyes were starving. He reached over and slapped the button. “Drop us off, Jim.”

I tried to scramble to get my dress down, but my limbs were nearly useless. My breathing was uneven as I watched Drake tug a handkerchief out of his pocket to clean his face. “Wow.”

He sat next to me and neatly folded the handkerchief before putting it back in his jacket pocket. “As soon as this dinner is over, I’m getting you back in this car and I’m fucking you before we get back to Price’s. Sharing you is fun, but I need to fuck you alone. I want one hundred percent of your attention.”

In a lusty daze, I bit my lip and smiled. “Okay.”

I barely noticed when the car came to a stop, but a moment later, Jim opened the back door and flashes went off all around as Drake slid out. He reached in for me and I latched my hand around his. As he pulled me out, even more flashes went off, and I was instantly blinded by them.

“Where are Cole and Price? Is the relationship between all of you already over?”

“Who are you wearing, Sonnie?!”

Drake wrapped his arm around me, leaned down, and pressed a lingering kiss to my mouth that canceled out some of the noise. Before I was ready for the kiss to be over, though, he pulled away and interlaced our fingers. “Let’s go, Cupcake.”

I smiled up at him, centered around him and his kiss. I squeezed his hand and walked beside him up a small red carpet and into a massive glass building. The wall of glass nearest the journalists had large velvet curtains hung to act as privacy for the guests entering the new museum. The Museum of Curated Love wouldn’t have been anything I made the drive for, but it was a great set for our first public date. It’d just worked out that a large charity Drake supported was having a dinner and silent auction in the museum that night.

I’d been shocked when the date had been sprung on us by their publicist but Drake seemed fine with it. He’d only grumbled when the publicist insisted I be dropped off at a salon to have myhair and makeup professionally done. Maybe I should’ve been offended the man seemed horrified by the idea of me doing my own hair and makeup, but I’d never had a day at a salon before. I got to take Rosie with me, too. We’d had our ownPretty Womanmoment when an assistant brought in a rack of dresses for me to choose from. Minus the sex work aspect. Mostly. Maybe?

It’d been a fun day with Rosie and I had hope it’d be a fun evening with Drake. He’d stunned my nerves enough that I’d gotten through the line of journalists without tripping even once. The hard part was over. At least, I thought so. I hadn’t really given any thought to what the dinner would be like.

CHAPTER 29

Drake

Sonofabitch. I looked around the first floor of the museum and rolled my lips into my mouth. Apparently curated love meant porn. I glanced down at Sonnie and saw her eyes widen as she took in the art around us. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh at her cute as hell reaction or drag her into a bathroom. I’d been hard since my first taste of her and being surrounded by paintings and statues of people fucking in various positions wasn’t helping.

Sonnie looked up at me with a beautiful blush staining her cheeks. The professional makeup almost hid it and that just made me want to wipe it off even more. “Well…”

I bit my knuckle to keep from laughing out loud and dragged her closer. “I didn’t expect this.”

She breathed out a quiet laugh and leaned into my chest. “Just to be clear, to minimize the sexual fetish side of this thing between all of us, your publicist sent us to a sex museum?”

A sharp pang of concern went off in the back of my brain but I dismissed it. Paul wasn’t great, but he was being paid to take care of our public image. If he tried anything at all, it would be self-sabotage. “Seems a little off, huh?”

She straightened her shoulders and moved over to a statue of two men wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs. Her blush deepened when she saw their carnal connection. The dress she’d picked out was a floor-length black number with a lower neckline. That neckline let me watch as her blush traveled down her neck and over her chest. Licking her lips, she absently fanned herself before shifting to look at another statue, one of a man and woman.

I moved to stand behind her and rested my hands on her hips. “You like them?”

She leaned back into me and I could feel the tremor working its way through her body. “Yes.”

Stroking my hand around to her stomach, I let her feel how much I was affected by her. I groaned when she instantly rubbed her ass against my dick. “We were spotted. I could call Jim and have him back here in two minutes.”

Sonnie leaned forward slightly, studying the same statue and grinding her ass into me. “I want to look around. This is beautiful. Look at the pain the artist captured on the man’s face.”

I looked around to make sure no one was watching and slid my palm down to cup her sex. She jumped and I leaned into her to growl against her ear. “The woman is clearly tormenting him.”

She slid her hand over mine. “I don’t think so. Look at her face. She’s in pain, too. She’s just as desperate for him.”

“What do you think she wants?”

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