Allison moaned and her hands glided up my chest to delve into my hair. Her tongue dipped into my mouth, and I grasped a handful of her honey curls to angle her head so I could deepen the kiss.
My cock was already on the verge of exploding, then Allison whimpered and rocked against me. I tore my mouth away and shoved her face against my chest as I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. “Shit. If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you in the back seat of this car.”
“Mmm.” The soft sound went straight to my dick. It tried even harder to burst through the zipper of my jeans, which was pretty fucking painful since I’d gone commando.
Allison seemed content to simply lay there, so I kissed the crown of her head and rubbed her back in gentle circles. After a few minutes, she rubbed her nose against my chest and mumbled, “I thought you were taking me home.”
“I am.”
“But”—she pointed out the window on the left side of the car—”that’s Central Park.”
“Relax, nena,” I murmured. “I’ll explain when we get there. Right now, I just want to hold you and savor having you in my arms again.” She fell silent, but I felt the residual tension in her muscles. “Para de morder ese labio,” I growled, remembering my vow in my fantasy. The number of spankings she’d earned was steadily growing.
Her head lifted and her brow was raised nearly to her hairline. “How did you… I hadn’t even done it yet.”
“I know you.”
Allison shook her head. “We had less than twenty-four hours together. We don’t know each other.”
I’d had much more time than that, but I wasn’t ready to share that information. Even with what I’d already known, I’d still learned a lot about her in that short time. And of all the things I’d discovered through my research, they weren’t the ones that convinced me Allison was mine.
“You bite your bottom lip when you’re nervous or stressed. You wrinkle your cute little nose when you’re thinking hard about something. You love your family and want one of your own. You love animals and the crowded streets of New York. Your favorite color is white, your favorite food is lobster rolls. You have a tender heart and are fiercely protective of those you love. You are unbelievably gorgeous when you come and look like an angel when you sleep. And best of all, you believe in a love so deep that two people become one. You are going to be an amazing wife and mother, nena. Shall I keep going?”
Allison’s jaw had gone slack as she stared up at me with wonder. “I can’t believe you remember all of that.”
“I remember everything you said, Ali.” I threaded a hand through her silky strands, then made a fist and held her head immobile. “I remember you saying you would still be there in the morning,” I growled.
She couldn’t move her head, so she lowered her gaze as a blush stole across her cheeks. “I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“Sir.” Derek’s voice came over the intercom. “We’re here.”
I glanced out the tinted window to see that we were pulling into the garage of my mansion. I’d bought the historic 1930’s home for a song when the owner went belly up and needed out fast. I’d renovated some of it, but I was glad I hadn’t done too much. Now Allison would be able to turn it into her dream home.
After gently kissing her forehead, I released my hold on her hair and shifted her off my lap, then quickly adjusted myself. Not that it really made a difference with the size of my cock. I opened the door, and Derek handed me my bag. “Thanks, Derek. Take the rest of the week off. If we go anywhere, it won’t be far.” I had no plans to leave the house for some time. One of the best things about living in Manhattan. Everything delivers.
“Thanks, Diego.” Derek grinned as he jogged around to the driver’s side. I didn’t want his income to be dependent on whether or not I needed a driver every day. So he was on the payroll for my company, which gave him all the benefits, including vacation. But, I also paid him overtime for holidays and overnight trips. So when I gave him time off like this, he was paid either way. Which meant he could spend time with his girlfriend and daughter without having to worry about not making money.
“I’ll text you about next week.” He nodded and gave me a wave before getting into the car. I held my hand out for Allison, and she hesitantly took it, allowing me to help her out of the car. She looked around and though she fidgeted awkwardly, her thoughts were carefully hidden by a neutral expression. I knew it wasn’t in awe at my home because her father owned one of the most expensive townhouses in the city.