Chapter 2

Her rolling hips were getting steadier now, hard and long. She leaned back and supported herself on my knees. I worried about accidentally honking the horn but, then again, that might be hot too.

She interrupted the teasing of her ass with the movement and I gripped her breast over her dress. It was stiff with the presence of her bra and I groaned in frustration. As my fingers squelched in and out of her center, I dipped my hand under her bra and found a breast to grab onto.

“Shit, Suzie, be quiet!”

I cupped her center harshly and she gushed into my palm. She came in my hand and I licked a swath from her collarbones to her chin, leaning in to kiss her and swallowing her moans. As she slowed down her hips, I held her juices tightly in my palm and pulled out of her, bringing my hand to my mouth and drinking her come.

She desperately tried to kiss me, but I held her back with my forearm as I dug into her center to scoop up more of her excess juice.

“Hold on. If we’re going out, you can’t be this wet, you’ll ruin your dress.” I licked at the sweet silk on my fingers and her eyes blazed into mine. I grinned and clutched at her back to push her into me again.

Her lips crushed me and she ran her tongue across my top lip firmly, shooting electric bolts along the length of my spine.

“Mor! I want to scream right now, I feel so good!” She rushed out the last bit in a fit of overstimulation.

“Uhh…” I looked around at the empty garage. “I mean if you wanna…”

She grinned as wide as I’ve ever seen and let out a giant shriek. I exulted in the unbridled emotion and let out a prolonged wolf howl. We giggled as our heart rates slowed down and touched at whatever skin was possible.

“That was fun…” I smiled dopily.

“You haven’t seen anything yet…I’m going to make you feel so good, daddy.” My center throbbed painfully at her words.

She reached down and as she pulled the lever to the backrest, I thunked down.

She swiveled her hips over my pelvis and my eyes were wide, taking in her cleavage and hooded eyes. God, her hair was so flowy and pretty.

She pulled up at the front hem of my pants, putting pressure at my clit and wordlessly asking me to move back. I shifted up to comply and she unclipped my suspenders, tossing them to the sides. After unbuttoning my pants, she zipped me down as she looked straight in my eyes. I was overheated and dizzy, panting lightly.

“Go back as much as possible, please, I want to taste you.”

I exhaled sharply as I shifted back and simultaneously pulled my pants down as much as I could. She hovered over me on her knees as she helped me bring them down further. One of my knees hitched up and she moved to comfortably lean into my center.

It was…slightly awkward and incredibly hot. My beautiful car was being defiled in the best possible way. I knew I would drive it from now on aroused and would want her between my legs forever.

“You–You’re a very determined person, darling.”

She licked up my very wet center and folded her lips over my clit, humming in assent.

“Determined to make you come, daddy…”

My head thumped into the leather headrest as my hips bucked into her face. She doubled down on the licking and…ugh!… My brain short circuited as I tried to focus on losing my soul completely. I could have died in that moment and it would have been all right under her mouth.

I whimpered as my thighs and ass trembled and my center exploded. Behind my eyelids, I saw a million tiny purple swirls and I panted at the dark roof of my car.

“Fucking Jesus Christ!”

She slapped at my side for the vulgarity.

I gasped out sharp breaths as my vision swam back into focus. I gripped at her shoulder as I stretched my jaw, trying to ease the ache of my intense orgasm.

As I blinked, she hovered over my face, wiping at her mouth.

“Your lipstick is all messed up.” My mouth pulled to one side as I wiped at the skin around her lips, fixing it. I rubbed her lips with my thumb to even out the patches of color and fixed her stray hairs. Her lips were so soft under my thumb.

Sighing deeply, I looked in her eyes. “You are amazing, darling. I can’t believe I get to see you and touch you every day.”

“Where do you want to go for dinner?” She asked.

I laughed and pushed at her shoulders to make her go back into the passenger seat.

“Gimme a minute. I’m still feeling kind of stupid.” I pulled my pants up and reached behind my back to stretch the suspenders over my shoulders again.

“Wow, that’s flattering!”

“Wait, I thought you said three quickies. I owe you one…”

“No…we had them…two me and one you. We can can make it four though, or a million…” She smiled wickedly, gripping my thigh roughly and I chuckled, starting the engine.

“Whatever you want, darling! Let’s go to Sorellina?” I floated the idea to her, wholly expecting her to suggest something different. She surprised me, though, and accepted it with gusto.

“YES…Can we get in tonight though?”

“I may or may not have made reservations…just in case…um…yesterday.”

I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my face as I drove and knew she was pleased. I smiled crookedly at the road, overly proud of myself, and she slumped in the passenger seat as she took my hand, sighing softly.

Tonight was definitely going to be a nice evening.

I handed the keys to the valet as someone opened the door for her.

“Thank you.” I murmured to the valet.

I hugged her to me as we both shivered in the cold. The snow crunched underneath us as we walked and I breathed needles into my nostrils. It was thrilling.

I opened the door for her and the hostess greeted us.

“Welcome! Do you have a reservation with us?”

“Hi! For Branson, please?”

She scanned her screen and nodded.

“Yes! Right this way Miss Branson!” She led us to a table in the middle of the restaurant and handed us menus.

“Your waiter will be right with you. Enjoy your meal!”

I took my coat off and draped it over the chair. As I sat down, Suzie ran her foot up my leg and I gulped.

“Um…hi.” I looked in her eyes as she smiled at me. “Am I doing well?”

I hummed, selfishly thinking how I could leverage this. Maybe asking for handcuffs tonight? Or…I wracked my brain for something I wanted. She’d already given me everything this week though and I couldn’t come up with anything.

I smiled at her and opened my menu. The waiter stopped by and we opted to wait a few minutes.

“What looks good?” I said behind my menu.

“I can’t remember what I had last time.”

“The seafood pasta. You liked it.”

“Oh, yeah…Can we get meat and seafood tonight?”

“Sure! That sounds great!” I waited while she made up her mind. The ribeye looked amazing…I could practically taste the tender meat and fat in my mouth right now.

“I want the scallops…what do you want?” She finally decided.

She flashed her dimples at me and I chuckled. The waiter came by again and I ordered for us.

When she ate, she made the same sounds and faces as she made in bed and I looked at her hotly. I planned in my head what I wanted to do to her tonight as I listened to her and my center throbbed.

“So stupid Charles, the warehouse manager, refuses to set up the new shipping procedures, but I didn’t come up with them! It was Frankie! I’m just enforcing it!”

“Frank is the actual CEO, right?”

“Yes! It was a good idea and I agree it’ll improve shipping times but Charles is soo arrogant and anxious about any little change to his routine that he’s just brushing me off. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

I scowled at my plate. Why won’t people obey my girlfriend?

“I don’t know, dude…It does sound like a better procedure, but people can be dumb.” I honestly didn’t have any managerial experience. She was the one who had the degree in all that.

In the real world though, she was a woman. A fucking hot woman and I couldn’t really imagine her walking over to the warehouse in her giant heels to speak directly to Charles in his space. The idiots at work would probably call her a bitch and she was a master of bending men to her will in other ways anyway. Slow incentivizing…gentle manipulation that assuaged egos…I honestly didn’t know the complete range of her toolbox, but she had been successfully running teams for decades and making millions of dollars for other people, so I knew she knew what she was doing.

“Okay…so has it gotten to the point of bringing in Frank?” I thought this as a relatively neutral question.

She stabbed at her potatoes.

“I don’t know…I thought about it…but it feels like I’m sort of giving up…”

“You’re not! You’re just…uh…” I looked for the right word. “Expediting matters…it’s what’s best for the company after all. Right?”

“Yeah…” She waggled her head and sighed. “Ugh, this is why I wanted you to fuck me over my desk today in the middle of the day. People were being difficult.”

I raised my eyebrows.

She smirked at me and took a bite of the fleshy scallop on her fork, staring into my eyes.

“So, how was your day?” She chirped.

“Uh, besides my girlfriend sexting me while I tried to work at Starbucks?”

She giggled. “Oh, we should do that properly one day! One day when I don’t have so many meetings.”

“Definitely. That was hot. My day was okay…I couldn’t get the words out today and spent most of the afternoon researching blood spatter patterns for the murder scene I’m writing, it was gruesome. I eventually started writing and I think tomorrow will be better.”

“Good! And what has Sully said recently?” Sully was my overbearing editor, who saw dollar signs everywhere.

“Eh…he said I needed to make my novels more ‘movie adaptable’…whatever that means.” I grimaced as I remembered our conversation.

“He means more mainstream. Prepackaged little five cent novels that look good in Hallmark movies.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Hallmark movies…They’re fun for a Saturday night when you wanna turn off your brain and feel fuzzies.”

“True. But that’s not you…” She trod carefully.

“What if my writing is too much, though?”

“Like, what if I’m too much of…a know-it-all or…too emotive? I don’t know…maybe too inflexible or something?” I didn’t know what the root cause of my anxiety was and I waited until she processed my rambling.

“Mor, I like your writing. Do you like your writing??”

“Yes. It makes me happy.”

“Right? So fuck Sully!”

I looked at her and laughed.

“FUCK SULLY!” She repeated and the people at the table next door tsked. “If you were John Steinbeck, he wouldn’t say that…”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

“Okay, stop…I get your point. I’ll…talk to my friend at Northwestern about my concerns and he’ll be a little more…objective about this.”

“Yes! That sounds great! But honestly? I really do like your writing, babe.”

I smiled warmly at her and changed the conversation.

She was so handsy on the drive home and I thanked the heavens for her libido.

We waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open and shuffled into the empty space.

I pushed her into the mirrored wall and placed my palms on either side of her as I pressed my mouth on hers. She sniffed out harshly through her nose while I grabbed her ass and neck.

“I can’t wait to rip this dress off you…” I whispered.

“Yes…but be careful, babe. I really do like this one.”

“Right, right…” I kissed her one last time as the elevator dinged. I hugged her from behind as she giggled while I looked up at the camera to grin and say sorry to Evie, the security lady who was probably on duty tonight.

“So-rry!” I moved my mouth in exaggeration. I was still unclear if they had audio or not…Suzie shrieked.

I grabbed at her hips as she tried to unlock the door with her phone.

Her head thumped forward into the burgundy door as I mouthed at her neck, breathing her in.

“Ugh, this stupid door is too complicated…”

I chuckled as I slipped her phone out of her fingers and clicked the app to open the door, even as I dipped my other hand under her dress from behind to dig my finger down her slit over her underwear.

She shivered audibly into the wooden door. I ran my palms over her belly, over her hipbones, and into her center, digging in firmly in a v.