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“I’m here with you too, and I love you too. Now,” I said shifting the conversation, “how are you?”
“I’m pretty good. I found a place right nearby and I’m moving in pretty soon.”
I was so happy to hear that. The only thing better than having a best friend, was having one that lived close to you.
One hour, three missed calls, and about a hundred messages later, I’m finally ready. Dillon was undoubtedly annoyed because we’re running late, but I’m confident that when he sees me, timing will be the last thing on his mind. I looked absolutely flawless in this dress, and the makeup was to die for.
I checked the Tiffany & Co watch on my wrist, placed there by a jeweler. What is my life? I never thought the day would come when I’d be dressed by stylist and jeweled by jewelers.
I grabbed my clutch, phone, and sandals, then made my way down the elevator. The dress was long, so I had to hold the end to keep it from brushing the dirty ground. This dress costed more than my rent, and I definitely couldn’t afford to replace it if it gets damaged.
Abigail had already left in the car with Lucio earlier. She had been ready since about 5 pm, so I told her to go.
The elevator finally dinged after what felt like forever, and I briskly walked out into the lobby which was mostly empty, with just the guards and a few residents who I didn’t know and didn’t have any interest in knowing.
“Looking great, Ms. Willis,” Smith, the front desk clerk, complimented me. “Thank you, Smith.”
I spotted the limousine pulling up in front of the building, and the back door opened as I approached, so I quickly got in. Dillon didn’t step out, which was a relief.
I couldn’t help but gawk at how incredibly sexy he looked in that suit. His sharp haircut alone had the power to make me swoon, and that hint of stubble? It couldn’t be more enticing. A well-groomed man was my biggest turn-on, and Dillon was the epitome of that.
“Hi,” I said in a flirty tone.
“Hey,” he responded, pulling me closer. His warmth made me feel at home; he was home, he just didn’t know it yet.
“How attached are you to your lipstick?”
“I can always reapply. Do you want to kiss me, Mr. Xander?”
“I do,” he confirmed, even though I knew it already. I loved teasing him, keeping him on his toes, and savoring his responses.
“Kiss me then.” He chuckled, his head tilting back slightly before he brought his lips to mine. It was a soft, meaningful kiss, not passionate and rough. It was like he was giving me everything in that kiss, and I cherished being the one to receive those parts of him.
“How many women do you kiss like that?” I teased.
“Just one. She’s my firecracker,” he giggled, and I could see Mikkel’s eyes widen. I’m sure he had never seen Dillon display so much emotion before, which was adorable and intimidating. “She better be me, or you’re going to be in trouble,” I playfully warned.
He grabbed my thigh and planted soft kisses on my neck. “She is definitely you. You look gorgeous, if I haven’t already mentioned. I can’t wait to take this dress off you later. I don’t fuck you nearly as often as I should,” he leaned in and whispered in my ear.
Wearing lace panties on a day like this was a mistake. The way he was talking to me was driving me wild, and my body was reacting in ways I hadn’t expected.
“Mikkel,” I interrupted, “how long until we arrive?”
“Forty minutes,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the GPS map.
“Thank you.” I pressed the button on the remote to raise the black soundproof partition.
“You were right,” I said, “you don’t fuck me as much as you should because you’re always so busy. But that’s why we cherish moments like these,” I giggled.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned, extending his hand toward me.
“I’m in charge. Don’t mess up my hair. And don’t finish outside my mouth, this dress is too delicate,” I instructed, my tone bold and direct.
He groaned and threw his head back. Dillon wasn’t used to me talking to him so candidly, but I had my needs, and I wasn’t afraid to voice them.
“Your mouth,” he said, pushing his fingers into my mouth. I wished it were something else, but this was foreplay. “It’s driving me wild. You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you? Wanting me to take you right here in the limo, and look at how you’re sucking my fingers. What am I going to do with you?”
Dillon knew how to say the right words, and it drove me wild. I groaned as I continued sucking his fingers but maintained control over the saliva.
