Chapter 62 The Ride Home
He manages to flip us in the confined space of the back seat with surprising ease, his strong hands grabbing my waist as he maneuvers me beneath him. In one move, I'm on my back across the leather seat, my dress shifting even higher up to my tummy.
My legs reflexively spread wide around his hips, accommodating his broad frame as he settles between them.
The car feels even smaller now, the air inside full of blatant lust. Outside, the traffic carries on, nothing compared to the intimacy unfolding inside.
Lawrence's eyes are filled with raw hunger as he looks down at me. His palms slide down my thighs, hooking under my knees. With a low growl, he throws my legs over his shoulders, and my heels dangle over his neck, the sharp points of my stilettos grazing his shirt.
Lawrence guides his cock into my entrance gently.
Gasping as the full length of him sheathes itself inside me, I grab the seatbelt dangling nearby for an anchor.
A small smirk plays on his lips as he watches me, even though his breath comes in harsh pants.
I feel everything even more deeply with this angle.
“Fuck, you look so hot.” His voice is husky as he pumps into me, one hand skimming up my calf to steady my leg while the other braces beside my head.
Lawrence leans forward, folding me nearly in half, the new depth making moons and stars swirl behind my eyelids as he thrusts harder, savoring the way I clench around him.
My heels bob with each movement, the strap of one shoe already slipping down his back, and he laughs against my neck.
The confined space amplifies every sensation…the creak of the leather seat beneath us, the slap of skin on skin, the way his cologne mixes with the scent of lust and our arousal. Even the fact that we're not fully naked.
I can't hold back the moans spilling from my lips, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer, urging him faster.
He listens to me, his pace building, his other hand slipping between us to tease where we're joined, circling my clitoris until I'm trembling and not far from reaching my climax.
"Lawrence," I whimper, his name sounding like a plea, and he groans in response, burying his face in my neck as he drives us both toward release, the car rocking subtly with the force of it all.
Elias would know what's going on, despite the partition being up.
We're too loud and obvious.
“Lawrence…” I gasp, about to come. “Lawrence, I…” I grab his face.
He takes my fingers in his mouth and sucks hard. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze the hell out of my...”
I'm coming before he can finish the sentence.
“...fuckkkkkkk… mmmm…” he curses.
I can feel my cunt sucking him in, taking and taking and refusing to give.
My fingers slip out of his mouth, and Lawrence bites his bottom lip, thrusting into me even as I explode around him.
Seconds later, he follows, finishing with one long thrust and coming inside me.
Then his forehead drops to mine, both of us panting.
For a while the only sounds are our erratic breathing and the hum of vehicles outside.
Lawrence reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a white handkerchief.
He’s gentle as he cleans me up, taking his time in wiping away the evidence of what we just did.
When he’s finished, he folds the cloth neatly and tucks it away, then rolls off me with a low, satisfied exhale, sinking back against the leather seat.
His chest is still rising and falling hard.
I sit up lazily, putting myself back together.
I tug my dress down my thighs before running both hands through my hair.
It's wild and tangled, like a tornado tore straight through it.
Suddenly, Elias’s calm voice crackles through the intercom.
“We’ve arrived, sir.”
The announcement cuts through the sex-drenched silence.
Lawrence and I look at each other, and then we both start laughing incredulously at what we just did in the back of his Maybach.
“Thank you, Elias. We'll be right out.” He replies curtly.
I clear my throat, forcing some semblance of seriousness back into my voice even though my legs are still trembling.
“I might always end up horny around you,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him, “but that doesn’t mean you’re forgiven, Lawrence.”
He stares at me, that small, annoyingly sexy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I mean it,” I insist in a firmer tone. “And I’m still going back to my apartment tonight.”
I reach for the door handle, but Lawrence moves fast, his hand touching my arm gently, stopping me.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. The smirk is gone. “I shouldn’t have made those decisions for you. I had no right. I already sent an email to Amanda yesterday reassigning her to the Singapore office. She won’t be taking your position.”
The knot in my chest loosens a little. I relax in my seat, but I keep the frown in place, mostly for show.
“Good,” I mutter.
“Now will you please come home with me? I’ve missed you," he says gently, touching my cheek.
I roll my eyes, but the fight left me.minutes ago, ever since I got on his lap. “Fine. Yes.”
A soft smile breaks across his face, and my heart almost stops. Lawrence hasn't smiled like that in a while.
We straighten our clothes before stepping out of the Maybach into the underground garage.
Elias is still in the driver's seat, his expression neutral, but I swear I see the corner of his mouth twitch faintly.
Lawrence notices my mortification immediately and chuckles under his breath. “What?”
“Elias,” I whisper, pressing both palms to my flaming face. “He knows what we just did in there.”
Lawrence laughs again. “And? I’m sure he’s seen worse. Come on.”
I'm still blushing furiously as we head toward the private elevator that leads up to his penthouse.
Halfway across the garage, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.
I stop walking.
Lawrence slows beside me. “What?”
I glance over my shoulder, scanning the rows of sleek, expensive cars belonging to the other hotel guests.
The shadows between them feel too deep. “Nothing. I just feel like something’s off.”
Lawrence turns, his green eyes equally scanning the garage. Momentarily, something cold settles over his features, and I see the ruthless billionaire who once hunted down Kieran Black.
Then he shrugs, the tension easing from his shoulders.
“It’s nothing,” he says, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me close.
“No one can get in here without clearance. You’re safe.”
His hand settles possessively at the small of my back.
I lean into him, letting his scent and presence chase away the uneasy chill.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Also,” Lawrence adds, “you should have more confidence in me. You know how formidable the security system in my apartment is, right? No one gets in without the code. And we’re the only two people on the planet who know it.”
I scoff sharply. “Forgive me, Your Highness, for doubting your impenetrable fortress. Clearly I should just bow down and thank you for the honor of being locked inside it.”
He laughs again and shakes his head as we step into the private elevator together. The doors glide shut.
But even as the elevator begins its smooth ascent, the prickle at the back of my neck refuses to disappear.
That low, uneasy hum under my skin is still there, whispering that something isn’t right.