“Night, Da,” Finn mumbles.
I sit on the edge of his bed. I don’t know what to do, haven’t done this before.
Aurelia’s watching from the doorway.
I lean down and kiss Finn’s forehead. Then move to Liam’s bed and do the same.
“Goodnight, boys.”
“Night,” Liam whispers.
By the time I’m out the door, Finn’s already asleep.
Downstairs, I catch Aurelia in the hallway.
“My lawyer sent custody documents to my apartment. Needs both of us to review them tonight. He’s waiting for confirmation.”
She looks at me. Knows it’s probably a lie. “Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of documents?”
“Expanding visitation. Overnights eventually. School involvement.”
She studies my face for a long moment. “Let me get my coat.”
In the car, my driver pulls away from the estate and heads toward Manhattan. Aurelia sits on the opposite side of the back seat. Far enough away that we’re not touching. Close enough that I can smell her perfume. The partition is halfway down. My driver can see us in the rearview mirror.
Neither of us speaks.
The city passes by outside. Streetlights and traffic and people living normal lives that don’t involve lying to get someone alone in a car.
I look at her. She’s staring out the window. Jaw tight. Hands folded in her lap.
“Aurelia.”
She turns to face me.
The space between us disappears. I don’t know who moves first. Doesn’t matter. My mouth is on hers, her hands fisting in my shirt.
I pull back just long enough to reach for the partition control. “Keep your eyes and ears on the road,” I tell the driver.
The partition slides all the way up and clicks into place. The back seat feels suddenly smaller, the air thicker. Aurelia’s hands are already on my belt, fingers working fast, metal buckle clinking softly as she pulls it open. I’m hard, straining against the fabric,and when she frees me her palm wraps around the length with a grip that makes my breath catch.
She slides down between the seats without a word, knees sinking into the thick carpeted floor. The leather is cool against my thighs as she pushes my trousers lower. Her mouth is on me in the next second with no hesitation. She takes me deep, lips sliding down until I hit the back of her throat, tongue pressing flat along the underside.
I grip the edge of the seat, knuckles whitening, forcing myself to stay quiet. The driver is only feet away, separated by glass and privacy, but every small sound feels too loud. She pulls back slowly, sucking hard, then sinks down again, hand twisting at the base in perfect rhythm.
“Fuck,” I whisper, barely audible, head falling back against the headrest. “Just like that.”
She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight through my spine. Her free hand braces on my thigh, nails digging in just enough to sting. She sets a steady pace. Deep, wet pulls that have my hips twitching up involuntarily. I thread fingers into her hair, not guiding, just holding, feeling the movement of her head.
“Look at me,” I breathe.
She glances up, eyes dark, lips stretched around me, and the sight nearly undoes me. She hollows her cheeks, sucks harder, tongue swirling over the head on every upstroke. My stomach tightens.
“Aurelia,” I warn, voice rough and low. “I’m close.”
