Page 11 of Gerald's Wis


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“Can you have the driver pull over?” I asked, moving off Gerald’s lap.

“Kaylee, what’s wrong? Did I do something? You say no, but then act like I have the plague or something.”

“It’s me.” I covered my face with my hands.

“Do you have a boyfriend or something?”

I moved my hands and glared at him.

“I’m not a two-timer, Gerald. If I was in a relationship, I wouldn’t even be in the car,” I growled.

“Sorry,” he sighed. “I just don’t understand what doused the fire between us.”

“I promise. It’s not you,” I whispered. I could feel tears building in my eyes. This was embarrassing, but Gerald deserved an explanation. “I’m not experienced.” My words were barely audible. I barely heard them myself.

“Not experi… Oooh,” he nodded. “I hadn’t considered that. Sorry.”

He took hold of my hand and stroked his thumb over it.

“I’m sorry, beautiful,” he kissed my cheek. “I didn’t mean to pressure you into something you don’t want.”

“That’s not it either,” I shook my head.

“No?”

I shook my head again

“I want you. Really bad,” I bit my bottom lip.

“But?” Gerald prompted me.

“I hear that it’s kind of messy and I didn’t want to disgust you and ruin your car,” I sighed.

“Ah. I see,” he chuckled.

“Gerald,” I whacked him playfully. He smirked and then kissed me leaving me dreamy-eyed when he pulled away.

“How about I give you some options?’ he asked, kissing the back of my hand.

“Options?” He nodded in response. “What kind of options?”

“The kind that leaves the decision of what happens next up to you. Sound good?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. One, I drop you off where you are staying. Two, we go sightseeing and hang out all day. Or, three, we go back to my place.”

A true gentleman. It made him even sexier. I couldn’t help but grin.

“How far are we from your house?” I asked, climbing onto his lap. Gerald moaned and grabbed my hips.

“Not close enough,” he smirked, making me laugh.

He pressed the button lowering the partition. I started to move off of his lap, but he held me in place. He shook his head.

“Stay put, beautiful,” he smiled.

He massaged my ass and bit my bottom lip.