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“I can say that from over here,” I teased, grinning into the shadows. “Plus, this way, I won’t have to fix my lipstick before we leave the limo.”
“Ah, a woman’s work is never done.” He chuckled, but it was darker than usual, ripe with the day’s tensions, and rich with his mood—whatever today had heralded, it hadn’t been fruitful, and for whatever reason our attendance at the gala was necessary, that wasn’t cheering him up either. “I still think you should come and say hello.”
“And I think you should look at me first before you ruin what I spent all day making beautiful for you.”
It was those two words that would seal the deal.
For you.
I knew what he was like. Even in such a short space of time, I could read him like he was one of my favorite books.
I heard some fumbling, then his cellphone screen blinked on which preempted his flashlight. I half-expected him to use that to spotlight me, but he didn’t. Instead, he aimed it at the console which had a small inset area for placing drinks, before he flipped a stronger light on in the cabin.
My eyes took a second to adjust, as did his, and when he caught sight of me, deep in the shadows, I watched his expression change.
From fatigued and drawn to alight with lust.
Bright with energy.
Almost incandescent with it in a way that made the lights superfluous to requirements.
I wouldn’t lie that I’d picked my pose intentionally, and I didn’t want to maintain it for long either. My chest muscles were already starting to burn, but it was worth it for that look.
Leaning back against the banquette seat, my elbows were digging into the cushions which I knew accentuated my cleavage. My legs, impossibly long thanks to the high heels, were crossed, and the skirt of my dress had swung free, exposing all of them to his gaze.
I felt like a siren, one whose call beckoned only him, and I watched as he leaned forward, rumbling, “Spread your legs, Camille.”
“You’ll muss me up,” I complained half-heartedly.
A swarthy grin creased his jaw. “Down below, maybe. I’ll make sure you look pristine everywhere else.”
A breathy moan escaped me, and it was beyond my control to contain it as I obeyed—what fool wouldn’t?
I let my legs part, the knees spreading even as I kept my feet tucked together, and watched as he slid along the cabin, down the seats, before he reached me at the other end.
When he dropped to his knees, I moaned with delight as he immediately buried his face in my pussy. My hands dug into the cushions as he dove for gold and found it within seconds, his tongue lashing my clit like he wanted my orgasm more than he wanted his next breath.
I could hear my juices, could hear how wet I was, and fuck, it felt so good, so right, that I didn’t even care that Duncan could probably hear us behind the privacy screen.
All that mattered was how delicious this was.
I knew, all evening, he’d scent of me. My pussy juices around his lips as he spoke with the bigwigs of Manhattan. As we rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous, he’d be coated in my arousal—
Boom.
My thoughts, my needs, his wicked tongue, and the combination of his fingers thrusting into me and a day’s worth of waiting for this had me exploding with the fastest climax in the record books.
It made me feel like I was both imploding and exploding as I reared up, belly muscles tensing as I hunched forward, my hands dragging through his hair as I tried to pull him off, but he wouldn’t let me. He just carried on and on, taking me higher and higher until I wanted to scream with both wonder and distress.
When he knocked me toward that edge again, I hovered there, endlessly, so close to falling over...
He stopped.
And I stared at him.
Bewildered, befuddled, just dazedly gaping at him, wondering why he’d denied me.
For a second, I couldn’t understand what he was doing, then I saw his cock make an appearance between us. It was thick and red, pulsing with need, his pre-cum dripping from the tip. He slid the head through the folds, coating him with my juices, before he pushed into me.
