Lacy could not help but giggle again, this time not from happiness but from nerves. She’d only been in the back seat of a car with a man once before, and they only made out before her father emerged from the house and caught them.
“Relax, baby. No one is going to care if we’re making out.”
Drake he lifted her over his lap, arranging her so she sat facing him with a leg on either side of his. He then lifted one hand and wrapped it around the back of her neck. Pulling her close, he kissed her.
She returned the kiss with the passion that exploded after simmering for the past hours they were together but she hadn’t been able to get close to him. She helped when he freed her shirt from the waistband of her jeans. A moment later, his hand warmed her satin-covered breast.
She sighed as he massaged the swell of flesh through her bra. At the same time, her hips began to shift back and forth, rubbing her clit against the rod of his cock. She whined a protest when he lifted his hand from her breast and both hands moved to still her hip movements.
The silence of the car was shattered by the shrill sound of an alarm. It was coming from somewhere in the car, but her brain was so scattered that she couldn’t tell exactly where from.
“What’s that?” she asked as Drake pulled out his phone.
“The alarm that tells us that it’s time to get back to the hotel and prepare for the evening’s festivities.” He tapped the screenseveral times and silence replaced the shrill beeping. Slipping the phone back in his pocket, he lifted her off his lap. “Sorry, sweetheart, it’s time to head back to the hotel.”
Though tempted to hurl herself onto the ground and throw a good old-fashioned temper tantrum, Lacy pulled in a deep breath and released it on a long sigh. “This sucks.”
“We’ll pick up where we left off tonight, in a big bed where we won’t have to be worried about anyone catching us being naughty,” Drake said as he climbed out of the back seat, then helped her out.
“Yeah, but in between you might wear yourself out and not have any energy left for me,” Lacy grumbled softly as he escorted her around the car and helped her into the front passenger’s seat.
He pulled the seat belt over her and connected it before brushing a kiss on her lips. “Don’t you worry, sweet Lacy. I will have plenty of energy left for you. There is something we need to discuss before we get back to the hotel. I don’t want you to feel jealous of anyone I hug over the next couple of days. Meeting readers and authors, giving hugs, and taking selfies with them is part of my job this weekend.”
“I understand,” Lacy answered softly. “I’ll be fine as long as they keep their hands to themselves.”
“That’s all I can ask,” he said, brushing one more kiss on her lips before pulling back and closing the door. She watched him walk around the front of the car as a man dressed in black cargo pants and a black t-shirt jogged toward them from the mall.
“Sir? Excuse me, can I talk to you?”
Drake walked toward him, away from the car, not wanting Lacy to worry about what he knew had to be a stupid matter. “What can I do for you?”
“I just wanted to make sure everything was all right. You were noticed on the cameras climbing into the back seat, and not leaving. The office wanted me to make sure everything was okay.”
Though he wanted to chuckle, Drake was impressed at the efficiency of the security team. They’d only been in the back seat making out about fifteen minutes.
“We’re fine. We just wanted a few minutes of alone time before heading back to our hotel. We’re leaving now.”
The guard looked at the car where Lacy was no doubt watching them closely. “And the young lady is with you voluntarily?”
“Absolutely. Do you want to ask her?” Drake turned and gave Lacy a smile. His Little smiled back and settled back against her seat.
“No, she doesn’t look like she’s in trouble. I’ll let you all go. Have a nice weekend.” With that the guard turned and headed back to the building.
Drake strolled to the car, not wanting to appear nervous to whatever cameras might be watching them.
“Everything okay?” Lacy asked as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah. Big Brother’s eye in the sky was worried that we climbed into the back seat and then didn’t leave. They wanted to make sure I wasn’t trying to kidnap you, or something equally nefarious.”
Drake started the engine and pulled out driving to the nearest exit and turned back to the hotel. “All right, little girl, are you ready for your first paid gig as the convention photographer?”
“I think so,” Lacy said, shifting nervously in her seat.
“You’re going to do great, Lacy. And I’ll be nearby if you need a snuggle.”
Lacy smirked at him. “I’ll just have to fight my way through the throngs of women who will no doubt be crowding you from the moment you hit the lobby.”
Drake waited until he’d parked the vehicle back at the hotel before he told her what was on his heart. Shifting in his seat, he took her hand and held it between both of his.
