“Weird,” I drawl. “Because I got a call today saying my car has been ready for a week and needs to be picked up.”
“The fucker!” snaps Nathan. “I should’ve known something was up when I saw his missed call.”
I burst out laughing at his reaction. “Why would you hide it?”
“I love spending every minute I can with you.” Tipping his head back against the headrest, he peers at me adoringly. “Dropping you off and picking you up. So, I bribed him to delay the work, so you’ll have no choice but to ride with me.”
“You could’ve just said so, silly.”
“I didn’t want to take the chance.” Shrugging, he says, “Since the cat’s out of the bag, I’m telling you nothing is changing. Our routine will stay the same.”
“At some point, I’ll need my car back,” I remind him.
“Will cross that bridge when it comes.”
Unhinged man. “Fine.”
Satisfied, he goes back to driving.
***
The entire journey to New York in Nathan’s private jet was a test of my restraint. Acting like our relationship was purely professional in front of his staff was tormenting.
It didn’t help when Nathan kept shooting lustful glances my way when no one was observing. Or not so accidental brushes of his fingers. I wanted to climb into his lap each time rather than sit across from him.
Meanwhile, he was a picture of calm and composure, completely unruffled as he worked on his laptop. It was a hot sight, seeing him in business mode. One I’ll have wet dreams about.
As soon as we had landed, slipped inside the waiting limousine, and Nathan commanded to draw the privacy screen, I was on him.
Our greedy hands tore off each other’s clothes, just enough to pull out his cock and bunch my skirt around my waist after ripping off my panties. I was wound up so tight that I came on his first thrust. The painful fullness of him hurtled me over the edge. He fucked me hard and fast, coming inside me just as quickly.
I pant against his chest, still straddling him minutes later.
Rubbing circles on my back till the aftershocks pass my body, he carefully slides out of me. His semen trickles out of me. I shudder when he uses his fingers to push it back inside. I clench around him, eager to keep it in.
“Good girl,” he rasps proudly.
Some of his cum sticks to my inner thighs. He leans sideways to grab tissues and cleans it up before righting myskirt. Tilting my face to press his lips over mine, he kisses me, slow and lazy.
Our foreheads touching, he vows, “Just one more month, then we won’t have to hide.”
I nod, stroking the side of his face. I pray everything goes well on this trip and Nathan convinces Ben DiNozzo to agree to sell his company. Then we’d be one step closer to winning the war coming our way.
Placing me next to him, Nathan tucks his cock away and zips up. Then holds me all the way to our hotel, Bellmont.
***
We’re back to maintaining a respectable distance as we’re taken to our suites, which are right beside each other.
I step into mine first, staring with my jaw on the floor at the luxurious and splendidly decorated interior. It’s a mix of modern and renaissance era. High and intricate ceilings, red rug covering the floors, an arched wall leading to the balcony with the breathing view of all the skyscrapers.
“Please call if you need anything, ma’am,” says the man, coming out from the bedroom after keeping my bags.
“Thank you.”
With a small bow, he exits.
I’ve barely taken a step to admire the rest of the suite when there’s a knock at my door. Walking toward it, I pull it open. My eyes collide with Nathan’s.
