I smirk. “Yeah, maybe. But screw it, baby. You can fuck with my head all night long if you want.”
That draws another laugh out of us. The car feels like its own self-contained universe, like nothing outside of this limo can hurt us. But the fact is that video exists, and if he uploads it anywhere… And what if this driver isn’t as discreet as the company promised? What if someone saw us at the boatyard?
“I think we need to go public,” I say.
Instantly, I know it’s a mistake. Dakota leans away from me, pushing herself against the window as if she wishes she could sink through it.
“Go public with what?”
“With us,” I say.
“What would we even say? We’ve been on two dates, Jack. We need to slow down.”
“If we were a normal couple, maybe we could.”
“A couple? Is that what we are?”
I surge across the car. Crash my lips against hers. She responds instantly, rubbing up against me. She moans with an urgent, needy quality that makes my dick go rock-hard instantly. When I glide my hand up her leg, she opens her thighs. I’m almost at her core when she pushes her hand against my chest.
“Stop, Jack.”
I quickly move to the other side of the limo. Have to. I’m burning all over and my manhood is aching from how hard it is.
“We need to make this decision before somebody makes it for us,” I tell her.
“We need more time.”
“What if that jerk uploads the video?”
“He won’t,” she says. “He comes across like a jackass. And he clearly didn’t know who you are.”
“He might learn who I am later. See a photo of me somewhere. Upload it anonymously for the sheer thrill. Or mute the audio and lie about what was said.”
“You’ve said it yourself, Jack.Bothour careers are in danger if we do this. I’m suddenly the fuck-her-way-to-the-top streamer, and you’re Mr. Take Advantage. That’s how people will see it.”
“We’ve got something, Dakota,” I tell her. “And I know you’ve got stuff going on, reasons for not wanting to rush in. I respect that. But you can’t sit there and tell me you don’t feel it. I know you do.”
“I feel it, Jack,” she murmurs. “Even in the first messages we sent, I felt it. But having some feelings for one magical moment isn’t a good reason to blow up our lives.”
“We could handle it right. Come out as a happy, healthy couple.”
“That would be wonderful… when we’re a happy, healthy couple, not when we’ve only just started seeing each other.” A pause. “You’d never do this alone, would you?”
“No,” I tell her. “I wouldn’t do this alone, and if we were having sex in a clamshell bed and you said stop, I’d stop.”
“I shouldn’t have said that,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry.”
I wave a hand. “No—I’m sorry. I’m being a bitter prick.”
“You’ve got a lot of weight on your shoulders.”
“And you haven’t?” I say, reaching over and taking her hand. “You built an empire with your personality and your skill. I’d hate to be the reason that crumbles down.”
“Then let’s not panic. For all we know, we’ve got weeks, months even, before we’re forced to make a decision.”
“You’re right,” I say, not sure if I believe it. But trying to, for her sake.
Soon, it’s time to say goodbye. Our kiss is deep and passionate, tongues finding each other eagerly. She moans as she smooths her hand up my leg. I can feel how badly she wants this, but then she stops herself.
