Next, he turned toward Rae who was still in the car.
Soon, I’ll have you in my bed.
A dark grunt left me.
The driver watched her. "Ms. Harris, you still have me for twenty-four hours."
His voice was even.
Professional.
But his eyes?
They blazed with lust.
I smirked, not caring.
Rae was so intoxicatingly beautiful thatmanymen would want her. And honestly, I looked forward to my future where I would be showing many men like this how she was mine.
Still, the driver continued, “I’ll be outside and waiting in the parking lot, just in case—”
“That won’t be necessary.” I cut him off, smooth and final.
The driver blinked, and his mouth snapped shut at my interruption.
I stepped to the side, offering my hand to Rae.
When she placed her palm in mine, a thrill ran through me.
Warmth.
Softness.
Submission and power in a single touch.
Mon dieu.
I curled my fingers around hers, helping her out of the car, and I knew—I would never let her go.
As she straightened, adjusting the fur coat around her shoulders, I noticed the way her driver hornily took her in.
Her gown shimmered under the city lights, evidence of our earlier sins still clinging to her skin, all the way down to even her thick thighs.
Mon dieu, I want her pussy back in my mouth.
“She won’t need you.” With reluctance, I tore my eyes away from Rae and turned back to the driver. “Mydriver can take her anywhere she needs to go tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. . .
As if I would allow her to leave even then.
As if I didn’t already have a dozen wicked, persuasive orgasmic ways to make her cancel that flight back to LA.
But I waited.
The driver waited.
And then, Rae looked at him.
