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“What? They’ll get in the way when we start trying for a baby.”
“RICK!” My face turns bright red, mortification setting in. Going out without panties on? Not happening, no matter how naughty the thought.
“Spoilsport,” he chuckles, walking backwards. “And here I was thinking you were more adventurous with a few drinks inside you.”
“Rick. Really.” The elevator doors ping open, and I fan my face trying to calm the colour down. “And I am, actually, but not when I’m meeting your boss and his wife. Later.” He pinches my ass, sending me scuttling forward. “Honestly, what’s got into you tonight?”
“You look hot,” he says, grabbing my hand again. “I’m allowed to want my wife.”
I smile and follow, every part of me suddenly relaxed and not thinking about anything but him. It’s not until I get to the waiting car that I realise he’s done it again, made me think of something other than what I’m worrying about. I pull him to me, kissing him as hard as I can manage and not giving a care in the world to my lipstick. “And here, take these and put them in your purse,” he says, passing me an envelope. “I got tickets for Puccini. I know how you enjoy it.” My smile widens, feet bouncing.
“You really are perfect,” I purr. “Completely and utterly perfect.”
“I know.”
“Any more humility you’d like to douse me with?”
“Not tonight. Get your ass in the car Mrs Tanner, because we’re going to get this done and then come home and fuck. I mean, make babies. Deal?”
I nod and slide into the car, digging in my bag for lipstick. That sounds fine by me. “Deal.”
***
As first events go, tonight has been wonderful. I lean against Rick’s shoulder and look around the room, watching the other couples dancing alongside us. A pianist sits over in the corner, gentle rhythms coming from his fingers. Nothing but a smile has lingered on my face all evening, and not because it was false. These people are lovely. Honest, seemingly interested in who I am rather than just the wife, and I’ve already been invited to many girls’ days out. Champagne bottles are piled high on the tables, glasses toppled over from the revelry of the night. It’s all been flawless. Charming.
“You tired, babe?” he whispers against my cheek.
“Of you? Never.” His fingers slide lower, past my waist and onto my ass. Tipsy as I might be, I reach round and move it upwards again.
“Rick. Not here.”
“The car?”
I pull back from the ear nibbling that’s occurring. “What on earth has gotten into you?”
“Horny.”
“Very. Obviously.”
“Can’t blame a man when you look like this. What did I ever do to deserve you?” he says, running his fingers through my hair. He hooks it behind my ear, his eyes looking at my mouth. “High school pageant winner. You were a queen then, Han, still are now.”
If the drink I’ve consumed wasn’t making me feel wobbly, these words certainly are. A coy smile stretches my cheeks and I back off a few steps, reaching for his fingers. Time to go as far as I’m concerned. We’ve got babies to make and a new adventure to begin. He chuckles behind me and keeps up, eventually throwing his arm around my shoulder and quickening our pace to get to the door. I giggle and begin almost running with him, trying to keep up with the pace in these heels.
It seems to take an age for our driver to come get us, but it doesn’t seem to matter. We chat and laugh, hovering under an umbrella to keep dry, until the car eventually arrives. His hands start wandering the second we’re in the dark confines of the back seat, one of them travelling far too close to the apex of my thighs under my long dress.
“Rick, stop,” I murmur, through our lips.
“No,” he replies, chuckling. The tension in his voice makes me giggle. I’ve never known him be so in need of this before. I try pushing him off, my eyes looking at the blacked out screen between us and the driver, but eventually just give in. Who am I kidding? I want this as much as he does. All night he’s been sending me the look, and all night I’ve been sending it back in return. Who am I to stop us having a bit of fun in the back of car? I glance at the screen between us and the driver again, hoping it really is blacked out. Seems blurred out at least, but who knows.
“Han,” he breathes, fingers hooking around my panties. I feel him tug, moving them downwards slightly and out of the way. My head buzzes, legs widening as he gets in close and eases a finger inside me. I moan, tipping my head back against the window. Oh, god. If I thought we weren’t getting adventurous before, we definitely are now.
The whole atmosphere makes me needy, and so close to exploding that I barely know what to do with myself. I groan again, trying to focusing on the feel of his fingers inside me, the sense of his manly presence all over me. It’s all so hot and sweaty. The glass is streaming up around us, my fingers clutching onto the handle beneath them, and then the first jolt of pleasure starts tumbling through me. I kick one of the heels off, bringing one leg up so he can get deeper inside me. So close. And he knows me so well, so well that within seconds I’m almost climbing the side of the car with the sensation that floods me.
He holds me fast, keeping me as still and as quiet as he can, until the last ebbs of my orgasm start waning. It’s just his lips then. His lips and the fact that he’s dragging my hand towards his cock. My eyes fly open at that, fingers trying to retract from where he’s taking them. I hear the fly unzip, a sharp tug making me feel a little pressured.
“Come on, babe. Just give me something,” he mumbles, pushing my hand into his pants. “You got yours.” Oh god, I’m really thinking about doing this.
I gingerly grip his cock, eyes looking everywhere but at him. At least the windows are fogged up, but really? All this is … I don’t know. I can’t process, and I’m suddenly so shy I don’t know what to do with myself. I shuffle into a better position, taking hold of the thing. Honestly, he’s right. I got mine. Thankfully, just as I’m about to find some courage and get on with it, the car pulls to a stop and the intercom kicks in.
