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Shane keeps my hand firmly clasped in his as we walk out of the hotel. “We’re over here,” he says as we walk towards the valet, who is standing in front of the sexiest car I have ever seen in my life. A Lamborghini Sian. The valet hands the keys to us as we reach him.
“Good evening, Mr. Ryan.”
“Did you look after her, Stu?” Shane asks.
“I certainly did, Sir. She’s a beauty.”
Shane looks at me, his eyes roaming over my body. “She sure is.” He licks his lips and I realize he’s not talking about the car. The valet coughs awkwardly and excuses himself.
“Wow!” I say as I step towards the car. “This is beautiful. Is it yours?”
“No. I borrowed it.” He shakes his head as he leans down to open the door for me. “But we can get one for home if you like?”
“Yes!” I squeal. “And are you letting me drive?”
“No,” he says before he kisses me softly. “We drive on the other side of the road over here, sweetheart.” He laughs and I look down and realize it’s the passenger door he just opened and not the driver’s one.
Shane drives the Lamborghini like he stole it, gunning the engine as hard as he can down the country roads as we head to the restaurant. He was right about the balls. They are less obvious when I’m sitting down. But this car is like one huge tease. Its engine roars so beautifully that it vibrates through my body and whenever Shane’s hand is not on the wheel, it is on my thighs, sliding between them and squeezing as if to remind me he is there. As if I could forget.
By the time we reach the restaurant, I am a trembling mess.
Shane gets out of the car first and walks around to open my door. I take his outstretched hand and step out, pulling down the hem of my incredibly short dress.
“You look beautiful,” he growls as he slides a hand onto my ass and closes the door behind us.
The damn balls start their incessant rolling again when I take a step and I am overwhelmed by a rush of wet heat between my thighs.
“Shane!” I gasp quietly, holding onto his arm with my free hand.
He turns and looks at me, his face full of concern as his eyes roam over my face. But then his concern turns into something else as he realizes why I’m struggling to even breathe.
“Aw, sweetheart, do you need some relief?” he soothes, his voice as smooth as chocolate and a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Yes,” I pant with a nod of my head. “Like, now.”
He bends his head down, dusting his lips over the delicate skin on my neck. “Soon, Jessie,” he murmurs against me and I whimper.
When we reach the restaurant, Shane is greeted by the owner and one of the waiters. He introduces me, and I force a smile as they make polite small talk with us, while my pussy throbs like a Harley Davidson engine.
When we are finally seated, I am pleased to see we’re situated in a booth in a quiet part of the restaurant. Shane slides onto the bench next to me until our thighs are pressed together.
“How’re you doing, Hacker?” he chuckles.
“This isn’t funny, Shane. I need to get these things out of me.”
“Not yet,” he says as he slides his hand between my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I clamp my thighs together. “We’re in the middle of a restaurant.”
“Open,” he narrows his eyes at me.
“But someone might see,” I gasp as tiny waves of pleasure keep rolling over my body.
“Do not make me ask a second time, Jessie!” he warns.
Like the obedient, dripping mess that I am, I spread my thighs apart slightly, allowing him access to my pussy. He takes hold of the silicone cord.
“What are you doing?” I ask again. Surely he’s not going to pull them out here at the table? I was planning on going to the ladies’ room.
