“I love you, too.” I winked at him, and at his questioning gaze, I said, “Oh, and by the way, my meeting tonight was canceled. I’m all yours until I have to leave for the meeting at 9:00 a.m.”
His eyes widened, and then he blinked a few times. “Well let’s get you settled, then. I refuse to lose one single moment alone with you.”
Chapter three
Whenwewalkedoutof that closet, there was an elderly couple walking by who stopped short when they saw us. While the woman looked at us a moment too long, her husband just smiled. I saw a very specific look in his eye that made me smile broadly and reach up to wipe at the corner of my mouth.
Rylie, on the other hand, chuckled, and then smacked my ass, making that plug move again. I shuddered at the pleasurable pain. The evil look in his eye made me realize just how much I was in for over the next few days.
That was emphasized when we reached the car, and he put my carry on in the back seat, and opened the door for me.
“New car?”
“Old one died. Figured, since I’m doing so well at work right now, I deserved a nicer car.” He looked me up and down and shrugged. “I want to drive my girl around in style.”
I went to get in, but he just pushed me against the door, trailed his hand up my skirt, and around to where the plug sat. There was a quick glance around the garage before he said, “Hands on the seat.”
I bent over and followed his instructions as he lifted my dress and got to his knees. I shifted my hips to allow him a better view of me, and there was a needy groan from him that made me smile. His hands roamed over both of my ass cheeks before smacking one hard. A small chuckle flowed over me at my answering moan.
He spread my legs apart, moved my panties to the side, and trailed a finger from one end of me to the other. “Mmm. Beautifully presented Luci.”
“It’s all yours.” I said as his fingers started working my clit, in small slow movements, but it was when he twisted the butt plug, that I jumped and twitched.
“Yes, it is. Don’t you forget it.”
“You could remind me just how much you own it.” I said just before his tongue ran the length of me and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning so loud it echoed throughout the garage.
His tongue licked and explored every inch of exposed flesh. I ground and twisted my hips against him as he grasped onto my hips and bit down on my clit. I didn’t hold back that time. Rylie smacked my ass, which I was sure was supposed to be his way to remind me to stay quiet, but had quite the opposite effect.
When his tongue entered me, he pulled and pushed the butt plug causing me to grind against him. I was so close. Had been so close since the moment I had first taken him into my mouth in that closet.
Rylie knew it too, because he pulled away, just as I was about to careen off that edge, blew on my clit and smacked it.
“Rylie.” I begged.
“Not until we get to the hotel.” He stood, twisting that plug again, which had me physically concentrating on not cumming at the movement.
“Then you better not move that plug again, because I won’t be able to stop myself. Again. It’s going to be hard enough to sit in the car.” I glared at him as I stood up.
The left side of his lips were lifted in a pleased smile, and it was his eyes that had so much heat, it melted the silver in them.
Resting my hand on his cheek, I stared into those light gray eyes that had captivated me almost two years ago for a long moment before he leaned forward and kissed me hard, gripping my ass and lifting me off the ground. I moaned into him, because again, as that plug moved, it hit that spot. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to have a mess on those leather seats.
When I pulled back, our foreheads resting on each other, he growled and said, “Then let’s go.”
He put me down, and when I slid into the front seat, his eyes trailed up and down my body before meeting my eyes, shaking his head, and closing the door.
“What?” I asked tentatively when he got behind the wheel and turned the car on.
His eyes narrowed. “Huh?”
“Why did you shake your head?” I was suddenly feeling very self-conscious about… well, everything. “Do you not like the dress? Did I do something?”
“What?” He said confused, pulling out of the garage and into the street.
I looked down at my lap and just played with my fingers. “Nothing.”
We were about five minutes from the airport when he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. His thumb running in small motions back and forth.
