The valet gives me a strange look when I politely—okay, rudely—tell him to get my car as quickly as humanly possible. I make up for it by giving him the biggest tip of my life and racing to get to Nevaeh’s and my meeting point. She’s already standing outside with my teammate and my sister, smiling at something they’re telling her.
She’ll never stop mesmerizing me. Merely seeing her smile is enough to make my heart palpitate.
“Get in,mon paradis,” I say as I step out of the car to open her door, watching her face light up with lust at the sight of me. I may have undone most of the buttons of my shirt on the way over to get this reaction.
“Bye,” Nevaeh says to Val and Gabriel, slipping into the passenger seat while running a hand across my chest.
My cock hardens uncomfortably from this simple, little touch, embarrassingly quickly, too.
As soon as I’m in the car, I tell Nevaeh to get her head down as we speed past a dozen reporters. It’s nothing new that people see me with a mystery woman. The women I’ve slept with in the past loved the attention of the press and being seen with me, and I gave it to them without blinking twice. I didn’t mind the world knowing I never settled down, but, right now, I mind it a whole fucking lot because I don’t want Nevaeh to be grouped together with the people in my past.
She’s my present and future.
So, I tell her to duck, both to avoid anyone seeing us together for her job and to prevent them from assuming she doesn’t mean anything to me. That she’s a fling.
She’s not.
She’s so, so much more to me.
Once we’re out of sight, I watch Nevaeh spread her legs for me, tilting her head in my direction to smile.
“Good girl,” I praise, slipping my hand onto her bare thigh where her dress has a slit. A blush creeps up her cleavage and neck before settling on her cheeks.
“Adrian,” Nevaeh says on an exhale, but I take my time trailing my fingers up her leg before letting them disappear underneath her dress.
“Did you get all your answers from the drivers?” I ask, dropping my hand between her thighs but far away from her pussy.
Nevaeh’s legs clench together, trapping my fingers between them.
“Yes,” she says, pulling at her dress to give us more room without the fabric constricting us.
“Fuck, Nevaeh, you’re such a dream,” I say, slipping my hand higher until my index finger can run over her soaking wet panties. “Is this for me?” I ask, rubbing the fabric and making her squirm in the seat.
“No, I just really like your car,” she lies with a naughty smile. I stop rubbing her, and she whimpers. “Fine, yes, it’s for you. It’s always for you. You turn me on, Adrian, and I need you. Please,” she says, and I reward her by sliding her panties to the side and playing with her clit.
“Atta girl, I like hearing you say that,” I say and keep rubbing my fingers in circles before slipping them over her wet center. Fuck, I want to slide right in—
“Oh my God, Adrian,” Nevaeh moans, her walls clenching around my index finger. She’s so tight, I go slow, barely past the first knuckle.
“Are you okay?” I ask, and she nods several times, her hand grabbing the door handle.
“Yes, it feels so good. Keep moving, please,” she begs, so I slip my finger out of her, playing with her clit for another moment and then thrusting back inside her pussy.
“You have no idea how hot that is, baby. I could feel your dripping wet pussy all day,” I say, feeling her clench around me again.
My eyes are on the road up until the moment we make it into my parking garage. Once we’re parked, I turn to her, adding a second finger as I thrust into her.
“Fuck,” she moans loudly, covering her mouth as her eyes flutter shut.
“Don’t muffle your moans. I want to hear you.”
She smiles and screams for me when I thrust back inside and find the little spot that makes her entire body buck.
“I need you to focus on me, Nevaeh. Eyes on me, just for a moment,” I say, although watching her lose herself in the pleasure I’m giving her is by far one of the best sights I’ve ever laid my eyes on. When she doesn’t look at me, I stop my movements. “Before we go upstairs, I need you to tell me what you like in the bedroom. The quicker you do, the sooner I keep going and make you come on my fingers,” I promise, watching her gaze drift to me with uncertainty writing itself all over her face.
“What do you mean?” she says like no one has ever taken the time to ask her this question.
“What turns you on? What do you like done to you? Do you like coming on cocks or faces better? Hands? What do you need? I’ll give you anything,” I say and mean the promise with every fiber of my being.
