We’re almost at the exit when a familiar voice calls my name.
Reluctantly, I turn around to see what she wants.
“Go out the back exit,” Hailee tells us. “The limo is waiting.”
“The limo?” I repeat like an idiot.
“Yes, you know, the big black vehicle we arrived in,” Hailee teases.
“Y-yeah, I know. I—” I turn to look at Freya as thoughts of what we could do in said limo begin spinning around my head.
“Go. Just go,” Hailee says with a smile. “If it needs valeting, I’ll send you the invoice.”
I bark out a laugh as I march in the direction she pointed us in.
“Whoa, slow down,” Freya complains from behind me.
I look back to find her attempting to run in her heels.
“Shit,” I hiss before sweeping her into my arms.
“Cole,” she squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Hey,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose before continuing.
“Excited for another ride in the limo, huh?” she teases.
“I’d be happy in the back of a truck if I got to be alone with you, Whirlwind. I’m done sharing you with everyone else. You’re mine now.”
She smiles against my neck. “Is that right?”
“Sure is.”
A member of the club’s staff is waiting at the back exit, and they hold the door open for us, allowing us to climb straight into the back of the limo.
I place Freya on the seat beside me as we wait for the driver. Once I’ve given him my address, I put the privacy screen up and pull Freya onto my lap.
“What are you doing?” She gasps as she straddles me, forcing her dress to ride up high enough that I get a tease of her panties beneath.
I slide my palms up the soft skin of her thighs, pushing her dress even higher as I palm her ass, dragging her closer.
“Oh,” she gasps when she bumps against my hard cock. “You really like limos, huh?”
I chuckle. “Couldn’t give a shit about the car, Freya. This is all for you.” I thrust up, grinding my length against her.
“Cole,” she cries out, her fingers curling around my shoulders, her nails digging through my shirt.
“Fuck, you’re incredible, Freya. So fucking sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”
“It’s the dress.”
“Sure, that’s pretty. But it’s the woman wearing it that I’m becoming obsessed with.”
She leans forward, her lips crashing against mine as we continue moving against each other.
Fire shoots through my veins, my body begging to take what it needs right here. But I can’t. As hot as it would be to take Freya for the first time in the back of a limo, she deserves so much more than that.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t give her a little taste of what’s to come …
