“You’re going to be cold,” she says.
“Nope. I have you to keep me warm.”
I pull her close, fitting her in front of me, and wrap my arms around her. When I hold her like this, I can let myself relax a little bit. I’ve got her, and she can’t go anywhere.
She relaxes against me as a taxi pulls in. “Mmm,” she hums, rubbing her ass against my stiff dick. “Sure you don’t want your jacket back?”
I bite her earlobe gently, feel her shiver. “You can be my cover.”
When the taxi door swings open, she and I climb inside together. I give the smartly uniformed driver the name of my hotel, and he shuts the door and merges into the traffic on the road.
I don’t let go of Ava. Instead I settle her between the V of my legs, and run my fingers along her soft, silken thighs under her skirt.
“Lucas,” she whispers, her voice thready.
“I know, baby.”
“The driver can see us.”
I flick my gaze his way for a second before returning it back to her. “He isn’t paying attention.”
“But—”
“Shhh. Who cares? We’ll never see him again.”
I press my lips against the bare skin at the base of her neck. Her breath hitches, and I tighten my hold on her. My cock feels as heavy as iron now. I grit my teeth as she squirms in my lap.
When the ride is finally over, I toss the money at the driver and drag Ava out, keeping her in front of me to hide the tent in my pants. The whole building could be crumbling down in front of me, and it wouldn’t lessen my ardor a bit.
Ava takes my hand and presses it against her belly. And we’re off.
* * *
Ava
My fingers linked with his, I trot as fast as I can in my heels across the impeccable lobby. Lucas maintains speed, his long legs eating up the distance.
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sp; Call me shameless, but I want to kiss Lucas silly in the privacy of an elevator. My body is tingling all over after feeling him pressed against me in the taxi and his hot breath on my neck. Sizzling need throbs with my every pulse; it’s all I can do not to pant.
Disappointment crashes down when we reach the elevators. There’s a crowd waiting—women in traditional kimonos and men in black suits. Crap.
“Don’t despair,” Lucas whispers against my ear. “We’ll find a way.”
“A way to what?” I whisper back, feigning ignorance although running my tongue along my lips probably betrays me.
“Another sneaky”—a sharp nick at the earlobe—“naughty way.” A lick to soothe it.
I gasp. “You’re shameless.”
“Shamelessly desperate for you.”
Hearing those four words, my clit throbs as though they physically rubbed against it. I clench my legs so I don’t behave like a total hussy and devour him right here in front of the elevators.
When a car arrives, we manage to get in first, mainly because Lucas pushes through the crowd. We settle into the back of the elevator, and the people fill in. I’m standing in front of him, his jacket draped around my shoulders and his left hand still linked with mine and pressed against my belly.
As the car moves, I feel his right hand slipping under the skirt and roaming all over my ass, lightly and teasingly. Even though my body is heating with need, I pull away. I’m already about to blow. I don’t need him to stroke…