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I hand it to her while shaking my head, pouring an even larger glass for myself. “Nah, it’s better to arrive in style at events like this.”
Rachel chuckles, taking a sip before asking, “What exactly am I getting myself into tonight?”
I shrug. “Who knows? Hopefully it won’t be lame. No promises,” I add while clinking my glass against hers, downing it quickly before pouring another.
She places a hand on mine, taking the bottle away from me and setting it back in the mini fridge. “Actually, I was hoping we could talk.”
I lean back in my seat, my brow furrowing as I look down, watching her nibble on her bottom lip. “What about?”
Her gaze slides to the chauffeur before returning to me. I straighten in my seat, leaning over and saying to the man, “Do you think you can give us a little privacy.”
“Of course, Mr. Brent,” says the chauffeur in his thick French accent
I watch the black window go down, waiting until it’s locked into place before turn back to Rachel, taking her hand into mine. “What is it?” I press my lips against her knuckles. “Are you nervous?”
Rachel shakes her head. “No, it’s not that. I just want to know if we’reokay?”
I frown, not really understanding the question. “What do you mean?”
“Well, last week when we were having canapés after you bought me this beautiful dress, you seemed upset.”
I clench my jaw, remembering the way she had talked about my privilege; how she didn’t understand where I was coming from at all. I nod. “Yeah, I remember.”
I wish I could block the memory. It’s not my favorite. Honestly, I want to forget the whole thing happened. However, it happened and the conversation only proved that we came from two completely different worlds. Originally, I didn’t think that would be a problem. Now, I’m not so sure. My parents won’t approve of her. I already know that. It wouldn’t matter if I didn’t need their money and their name to get by.
I also didn’t like the fact she called me privileged. It’s the truth, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“Are you still mad at me?”
I don’t quite know how to answer that question. Yes? No? It’s still too soon. I’d rather shove it under a rug and talk about it later, especially since I have to focus all my attentions on wooing Mr. Blake tonight.
I force a smile. The worry in her eyes seizes my heart, clenching it tight as if it will never let me go. My hand slides up to her face, cupping it gently while I nuzzle my forehead against hers.
“You have nothing to worry about,” I breathe, knowing it’s not quite the truth.
She doesn’t need to worry, but this is a discussion we’ll have to have at a later time. My thoughts are elsewhere, and my gaze dips to her lips. I stroke her chin, pushing it upwards. I kiss her gently, putting all my love and affection into that one touch. She opens for me, moaning softly when my tongue flicks against hers.
I pull her closer to me, wanting and needing more. My hand slides up her leg, pushing her skirt up. She gasps when my fingers slide against her panties, her legs opening for me. I’m so very glad I had the chauffeur close the window. I don’t know when I will have another opportunity like this.
My mouth travels from her lips down to her throat as my fingers slip inside her underwear, pushing inside her. I moan as I feel her wet insides tighten around me, as if she’s already primed and ready for me. I kiss the tops of her breasts, grazing my teeth against the flesh lightly. My other hand tugs at the red fabric until her nipple is exposed. I nibble on it lightly, enjoy her gasps, the way she grabs my hair and digs her nails into my scalp. I suck on it gently before grazing my teeth against it again. I decide I don’t ever want to leave this car. I just want to stay in here with Rachel, block out the rest of the world, and forget my family troubles. Forget about Samuel and his stupid firm.
Rachel pushes me away, her hands reaching for my pants. She deftly unbuttons and unzips them. I moan as she pushes the fabric apart, exposing my tenting underwear. She leans forward, a mischievous smile on her lips as she pushes my underwear away, exposing my hard cock. I gasp as she licks my sensitive tip, already twitching and leaking with precum. Licking my bottom lip, I watch her lick my shaft, running that sweet, velvety tongue up along the side before teasing the slit.
I lean back in my seat, trying to keep my hands off her so she can work her magic. It’s hard though. She’s so beautiful. Her mouth is amazing. All I want to do is grab her head and shove myself deep inside her; use her like she’s a sex toy. I want to hit the back of her throat, make her gag, make her swallow all ofmy cum.
I hiss when she takes my tip into her mouth. She suckles gentle before swallowing me whole. I shudder as I hit the back of her throat, grinding my teeth to keep from moaning too loudly. Her hand grabs the base of my cock, tightening and loosening while she takes me, sucking me. Her teeth grazes against my sensitive flesh and I twitch, knowing I’m getting close.
I push her away, claiming her lips with mine and pushing her against the window. I grab her leg, tossing it over my shoulder. I rip her panties down, desperate to be deep inside her. She gasps and I see the longing in her eyes. I know she wants it as much as I do. I tease her clit with my cock, enjoying her shudders as her fingers dig into my shoulders. My mouth seizes her nipples once more,andshe cries out as I suck on it. My hands tug at her underwear, pulling them down around her knees while I position myself at her entrance.
“Mr. Brent, we should be there shortly.”
I still, my whole body trembling to keep myself from shoving deep inside her. “How much longer?” I ask, hating the desperation in my voice.
“Precisely three minutes.”
I swallow. That’s definitely not enough time for what I want to do to Rachel. She stares at me, a smile on her lips, her gaze daring me to finish what I started. I try to do the math in my head, but it still won’t be enough to get us both off. Slowly, I push away from her, my whole body screaming at me to stop, to demand the chauffeur to pull over in a side street.
But I can’t be late.
