I did. Heaving breasts… purple panties pushed to the side of our joined sexes. My essence glistened on top of my womanhood, which was stretched and straining around his erection.
And as if the image of us like this wasn’t erotic enough, he brought one of his hands back down to my sex to complete the picture.
This time, I did cry out. Probably loud enough for the driver to hear. It had been one thing for him to touch me like this when my eyes were squeezed closed.
But the sight of his hand—pale and heavily veined with muscle—moving on top of my dark womanhood? What could I do but cry out and then scream when my release came just a few seconds later? Sharp, alive, and completely mind-splitting!
A deep, triumphant chuckle sounded in my ear. But then he grunted, “Fuck, love, I can’t take it no more.”
Another warning, as it turned out.
He pushed me forward, just enough to get leverage, and then lost all control. Yanking my head back by my twists, he desperately pumped into my sex.
He’d been such a cruel devil in my ear. But his frantic, sloppy thrusts told me how hard he’d been fighting to hold back while giving me two orgasms.
Make that three.
Something about the way he was taking full and utter possession of me. Fisting my twists as he drilled into me from below. Like I was undeniablyhis. I was so sensitive and primed that another climax crested over me without much prompting.
And soon, my soft cries were joined by Mick’s loud shout as he surged inside of me. Then everything fell silent.
There was nothing in the air but the sound of our heavy breathing.
Wait a minute…. There was no sound other than our breath. Why was there no sound other than our breathing?
I lifted up and immediately scrambled off Mick when I realized the car was totally still, with the engine off, obviously parked somewhere.
“We’re not moving!” I said to Mick, who was still sitting in his seat, his face relaxed and blissed out. “Why aren’t we moving?”
CHAPTER16
Kayla
Mick had the good grace to look chagrined as he put himself away and rebuttoned his suit pants. “Well, you see, Kayla, we got to the hotel garage ’bout five minutes ago. But you were too busy to notice.”
“And you kept going?” I nearly shouted. But then, realizing we no longer had the benefit of the car engine to mask our conversation, I lowered my voice to repeat, “And you kept going?”
He raised his hands. “In me defense, love, you nodded when I asked if you’d be willin’ to go on. As close as ya were, it woulda been unfair of me to stop. I’m not even sure you woulda let me stop. And that’s theLaw & Ordertruth, both the UK and the US versions.”
“I can’t believe this!” I reclosed my bra with the speed of a teenage girl caught making out by the police. “Now the driver knows! And, and…”
I looked out the tinted window and spotted an attendant in a hotel uniform standing near the garage door that led into the hotel lobby, obviously waiting for us to get out of the car. I waved a frantic hand toward him. “And whoever that is!”
Mick just laughed. “Kayla, it’s fine. They’re French. They know what’s what.”
I held my hand out to him. “Give me your special room key. I refuse to let a butler escort me up like I’ve done all those other times.”
“But I’m right here with ya. Ya don’t need a—” he began to say.
“Now! Now! Now!”
“Okay, okay!” Mick handed me his room key, clearly very amused as I jammed my arms through my coat sleeves.
Then, without any further discussion, I put my hand on the door handle and raised my chin high.
I refused to do the walk of shame past the waiting attendant.
I did therunof shame. Swiftly opening the car door and racing through the entrance, which the attendant hastily pulled open for me when he saw me barreling toward him.
