“Yes, Sir," he says, his voice smooth like hot fudge.
When I get out of the car, he waits for me to open the door.
I smirk. My little Rabbit is a fast learner.
This time when I help him out of the car, he doesn’t stumble.
Of course, I know where all the cameras are, so I know we are in the clear with where I parked, and for the moment, I just stand there, his hand in mine, against the open door.
I don’t think, I just do it. I kiss him.
Oliver doesn’t startle, nor does he act surprised. His hand comes to rest on my neck, and he squeezes my throat gently ashe parts his lips and slides his tongue in my mouth. I can taste myself on him, and it’s strangely arousing.
I take his bottom lip between my teeth and bite it gently, and he yelps ever so slightly.
“That’s for being a fucking brat," I say, kissing him softly where I nipped him.
“Thank you,” he says, his hand on my throat sliding around my neck, his fingers gripping the edges of my hair.
“You don’t have to thank me.” I whisper. “I am glad to serve.”
Oliver’s gaze drifts to my eyes, and they look a little glazed. I’m not sure if it’s this day, or the moment, or something so much more. Perhaps all of it.
“Now, let’s get you to bed. I hear you have a very early day tomorrow.”
He nods. “Right.”
I let him go and get his things from the back of the car. I carry the bags as he leads the way to his porch. I glance up at the lantern only momentarily.
Oliver fiddles with his keys, much slower than he should.
“Is everything alright?” I ask.
He shakes his head and slides the key in the lock.
“Perfect," he says, but his voice sounds a little despondent.
I worry he’s heading into a drop, and so I don’t think twice about pulling him into my arms and holding him tightly. His arms come up around me and his shoulders relax.
“Good night, Oliver,” I whisper, placing a soft kiss beneath his ear.
When I pull away, he looks at me with misty eyes.
“Good night, Sloane," he says, catching his error. “I mean, Mr. Pierce.”
I give him a soft, reassuring smile.
“Sloane is fine," I say.
He smiles back at me and nods. “Okay, Sloane.”
And with that, I give him my back and head to my car. The entire drive home I can’t stop smiling, and I know it’s certainly got nothing to do with the blowjob I received, or the one I gave.
It has nothing to do with this aching need that feels somehow sated for the first time in years.
“He said my name,” I whisper aloud to the confidential air.
And perhaps that itself is the most dangerous thing of all.
