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Boss, back up security detail will pull behind you in, 3…2…there.
Finger to my earpiece, I glanced in the rearview mirror.I see them. I was wondering.
You know I always have it under control.
I slightly chuckled.
“What?”
“I’m wearing my earpiece.”
“Oh.” She relaxed back in her seat.
“Bella,” I flashed her a quick glance, “where is Noah?”
She peeked at me, then out the window, letting out a long sigh. “He’s actually taking care of something for me, and we didn’t expect to have to go anywhere so early.”
“Wedding stuff?” I pried a bit.
“Just like you asked me to trust you,” she turned her body to face me and placed her hand on my leg, “I need the same from you.”
“Using my own words against me.” I nodded, proud of her bravery.
She smiled and squeezed my leg. “Yes sexy. Please respect me and don’t ask questions.”
“Touché.” I chortled. “You win.”
Time passed quickly as I sped behind Joseph on the way to the hotel. We were now about twenty minutes away and I was craving a taste of my fiancée. I inched my hand further up Isabelle’s thigh. To my dismay, she was wearing panties, but to my delight, I felt lace. She laid her head back and closed her eyes as I slipped my fingertip under the thin elastic and teased her, lightly massaging her sensitive area.
“Do you want me to continue?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Mm-hmm.”
My phone rang through the car Bluetooth, and she groaned. I smiled but never removed my hand as I pressed theanswerbutton on the steering wheel with my clean finger.
Greco.
Mr. Greco, hello my name is Addison Marks and I’m with the New York Metro Times. Do you have a moment?
If you want to schedule an interview, you’re going to have to speak to my publicist and my fiancée can give you the number.
Mr. Greco, your fiancée is exactly why I’m calling, so maybe I can speak with her then?
My eyes darted toward Isabelle, and I shook my head, giving her the signal not to speak.
Miss Marks, you’re going to have to speak to my publicist. I’m sorry.I tried to be nice, feigning an apology but I was rapidly losing my patience.
Mr. Greco, you and your fiancée might want to know—
I hung up before she could finish her sentence. I glimpsed at Isabelle, who was thankfully still more focused on what I was doing to her body. “You’re not going to comment on what that call was about?”
She lifted her hips on my fingers and shook her head. “Later, right now… I just want you to pullover and…fuckmeoh god.”
“I can’t pull over. Joseph and the guys behind us will worry and stop too.”
“O-o-okay, God don’t stop.” She grabbed my hand, shoving it against her hard as she ground herself against it.
“Cum for me.” I commanded under my breath.
