AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Good. July issue is all set, and the summer line is sold out.”
He smiles at me proudly. “Congrats, Red.”
“Thanks. How was your day?” Kensington Consolidated has officially weathered the storm. The investigation ended without charges. Stock has risen. Being the CEO of a Dow company isn’t your typical nine to five though.
We sound like we’ve been married for decades. Crew is talking about some deal Oliver wants to take as we walk from the elevator to the bay of the garage for the penthouse where our cars are kept. We climb into Crew’s Lamborghini.
Impulsively, I lean over and unzip his pants. He stops talking immediately, zeroing on my hand palming his cock. The growl of the metal teeth parting is the only sound in the car.
“Did he show you their deliverables?” I ask, tracing the outline of his erection with my fingers.
Crew’s breathing is fast and ragged. “I can’t even remember what we were just talking about, to be honest.”
I laugh a little before I tug his cock out and lower my head, running my tongue around the crown.
“Scarlett.” My name comes out in a garbled groan, full of grit and gravel and want.
The garage lights are motion-activated. They flick off, plunging the car into near darkness, not shadows. The lack of light feels taboo and erotic. Heat pools in my stomach and dampens between my legs, making me feel needy and desperate. I clench my thighs together.
I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and grazing the underside with my teeth, the way I know he likes it. I’m rewarded with a husky growl. One hand glides into my hair and tugs. “God, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Red,” he rasps. “You suck me so good, baby.”
I moan around him, knowing the vibrations will travel down his shaft. His hips jerk, telling me he’s close. Heavy breathing fills the car before he groans and fills my mouth. I swallow and lean back, letting his half-hard dick go after a final, wet suck.
Crew’s head is tilted back. He rolls it to look at me, his eyes lidded and hazy with pleasure. A lazy, satisfied grin on his lips. His cock still out. Still hard. Every woman’s fantasy.
“Come here,” he grits out.
I glance around the dark, empty garage, and then I crawl across the gearshift and settle in his lap. His dick settles against the soaked lace of my underwear as my dress fans out around our laps. I moan at the contact.
Crew’s hand slides up my thigh and between my legs. He growls when he feels how wet I am, the rumble deep and possessive and followed by my name.
He just came, but I’m so worked up I think he could breathe on me and I’d explode. His hand moves to his cock, fisting the long length and rubbing against my center. “You want this, Scarlett?”
“Yes.” I pack as much need into the three letters as I can manage, drawing the word out into a whimper as he starts to nudge inside me.
“This is okay, right? You’re okay?”
Forget breathing. The slight pressure and the concern in his voice causes me to ball my fists to fight off my orgasm. “I’m fine,” I gasp. “Fully recovered. Just fuck me.Please.”
He does, moving my thong to the side and filling me with the delicious glide I’ve missed. His mouth finds the spot between my neck and my shoulder, pressing warm, wet kisses and whispering dirty words against my skin. I rock and grind against him, meeting every thrust until I fall off the peak of pleasure. Waves of warmth spiral and spread, leaving me sated and spent. I feel Crew shudder as he comes inside of me.
I don’t move from his lap, wanting to stay in this moment for a little while longer. Connected, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
“Not bad for an old married couple, huh?”
My lips tug up into a smile as I lean back and pat his abs. “Glad you haven’t let yourself go.”
His smile is wide and genuine as I slide off him and back to my side of the car. We both fix our outfits before Crew starts the car and rolls out of the garage. He drives with one hand, keeping the other tangled with mine.
I recognize the restaurant he stops outside, even though I’ve never eaten here before. It’s known for being trendy and upscale.
Crew hands the keys over to the valet and we head inside. There’s another couple waiting at the hostess stand we stop behind.
“Have you been here before?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “They have the best view.”
“Best view of what?”
