Chapter 14

We were packed and ready to head to the airport over an hour and a half before our flight was scheduled. I followed Abe out of the room and to the reception so he could hand in the keys and handle the payment. I kept my head down the entire time, feeling a bit guilty about the mess we’d made of the room.

Minutes later, Abe headed outside, and I followed. I was surprised for a bit when he didn’t immediately head for the parking lot.

“What about the car?” I asked.

He glanced at me over his shoulder. “I told you we only had it for a day, right? It went back yesterday.”

“Then how are we getting to the airport?”

“The same way we arrived, of course.”

It was easy enough to figure out he meant a car would be coming to pick us up. Right on cue, a car stopped in front of the inn, and my eyebrows shot up. Of course, he’d asked for a limo.

The driver jumped out to get our luggage for us, and instead of waiting, Abe stepped forward and pulled the door open, then stood aside and waved for me to go in first. I glanced at him, then at the driver that had come to a stop on the other side of the door, and I slid inside. Abe followed me, and the driver closed the door behind us, then moved to the front.

“We need to be at the airport in a bit over an hour, please let me know if we can't make that time. Other than that, please have the partition up.”

Abe’s voice was smooth and clear. I’d never heard him speak that way before, and for some reason, it made my body shiver.

“Yes, sir,” the driver said readily.

The partition between us and the driver’s seat went up, and Abe leaned back in the seat, throwing an arm around my back, as he stretched his legs out.

“This side of you looks sexier than I thought it would,” I mused to myself.

Abe arched an eyebrow, then let loose a chuckle. “I’m sorry, what?”

I shrugged. “I always imagined what it would be like, to watch you acting like the big boss that you are. I read quite a bit, actually…”

He curled the edges of his lips up, looking amused. “Oh, really? What kind of things do you read? Don’t tell me the same romance stories from before.”

I pursed my lips. “I do read more than just romance stories, you know.” I paused. “But you’re right. There were plenty of stories like those with really awesome titles, about big, bad, and handsome CEOs having all sorts of fun at the office.”

Quite a few times, I’d had fantasies and dreams of Abe fucking me in his office, but they’d only made me cry before. I was letting myself be crazy for a bit at the moment, so remembering those fantasies made my body—and face—feel hot. I wouldn’t tell him any of that, though. It was more information than he really needed.

“Tell me more about these books of yours.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, already guessing what was on his mind. Then I grinned and leaned closer. I figured, since I’d already given in once, there was no reason to keep holding back.

“Why don’t I just show you instead?” I asked huskily, turning around so I pressed close to his side and licked his earlobe. “We’ve got about an hour in here, after all.”

Abe didn’t even try to put up a front, immediately wrapping me in his arms and taking my lips in a long, wet kiss, stealing my breath. I patted his chest to get him to ease up a bit so I could breath, and he did pull back for like a second, just long enough for me to drag in a breath, then his lips were on me again. I wrapped my hands around his neck, sliding my fingers into his hair and clenching it hard, tugging on it so he would give me more room. He pulled back reluctantly with a growl, allowing me to pull in gasps of breath.

Abe wasn’t deterred, his lips moving to the side of my face, kissing from my temple and down to my cheek, then down the side of my neck.

“I really love your dress today,” he growled, then nipped my skin.

All I could do was gasp and hold on. One of his arms stayed wrapped around me, but he brought his other hand to my leg. I was in one of my short dresses, and he slipped his hand between my thighs, sliding slowly up the inside of my thigh, making me moan and shiver and squirm against him. He didn’t do more than that, though, his lips moving from my neck to my chest and down my cleavage.

“Don’t toy with me, Abe,” I growled at him, tugging sharply on his hair.

He just laughed playfully, dragging his nails on the inside of my thigh. My whole body shuddered and I clutched myself closer to him.

“Who’s toying with you,” Abe said innocently, looking up at me with wide eyes. It was ruined, though, because he had his face buried in my chest. “You haven’t given me much detail about your books, and you promised to show me something.”

“How could I show you anything when you’re doing this to me?” I complained, squirming.

He gave me an unapologetic look, and I scowled at him. In the next moment, though, a grin spread across my face. It was enough to get him to pause his movements as he looked up at me with his eyebrows arched.

I moved one of my hands to his chest, beneath his coat, and felt his body go tense. He didn’t move, or try to stop me, as I slid that hand down his front, past his abs to his crotch. I pressed my hand down carefully, petting him playfully through his pants, and I could feel his cock fill up beneath my hand. Abe’s expression grew strained, and it was my turn to give him an innocent look.

“Brooklyn,” he growled.

“What, Abe?” I whispered back, sliding my cheek against his to nibble on his earlobe. “This isn’t toying around either, right?”

He made a rough sound in the back of his throat, his hand pulling out from between my thighs as the arm around me pulled me closer. He dislodged my hand from his crotched, and he slanted his lips across from mine as I climbed his lap and he undid his belt.

“We’ve barely got an hour,” he said roughly, pulling me into his lap.

“So, make it count,” I challenged.

His hands bunched my dress up to my hips, then tugged at my panties. There was no way to take them off without him releasing me, but he didn’t even bother with that, moving the crotch of my panties to the side, then sliding a finger inside me. I winced a little, because I wasn’t wet enough yet, but as his thumb rubbed on my clit and another finger slid inside me, it started to feel good. Then he pulled the hand away, and I felt his wet fingers on my lips. My eyes fluttered open, and I wondered when I’d even close them, to meet Abe’s eyes. The color had shifted to a dark green, a look I only saw in his eyes when he was aroused, and I obediently opened my mouth for him to sink his fingers inside. I licked and sucked his fingers, tasting myself on him.

I reached a hand underneath me to unzip his pants, wrap my fingers around his cock, and stroke him a little. Then I lowered my hips until the head of his cock touched my sex. I circled my hips, rubbing his cock against my clit, before positioning him at my entrance and sliding down.

“Fuck!”

Abe’s one arm around my waist tightened, and I was sure I would have bruises later. I relished the though, taking in a shaky breath as I started to move, completely losing the playful edge as I fucked myself on his cock. I liked the thought that there would be marks left on me later, and I decided it would only be fair if he got the same, leaning forward to press a kiss to his neck, then bit down and sucked.

“Damn, Brooklyn,” Abe groaned, both his hands moving to hold onto my waist.

I growled against his neck, pulling back just long enough to speak.

“Stop talking and fuck me already.”

Abe gave a strained laugh, one that cut off quickly as I squeezed my walls around him, a curse spilling from his lips. His hands flexed on my hips, then held me still as he moved his hips, fucking me from underneath. I wrapped my arms around his neck to muffle the sounds coming out of my mouth as I rocked against him. Abe pressed kisses all over the side of my face, my neck, and to my shoulder over my dress’s strap.

My nails dug into his shoulders, knees hugging tightly to his thighs as a hard shiver wracked through my body. Then, I was crying out as I came, shuddering, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body and making me think I’d shake apart. Abe’s chest rumbled in a growl as he fucked me harder and faster, then went still as I felt his hot come spurt inside me.

I went limp against him, closing my eyes as I rested my head on his shoulder, panting for breath. Abe was about as still as I was, but after a few seconds, I felt him shifting around. I groaned in protest, but didn’t complain. He lifted me with the arm he still had around my waist, making me gasp as his cock slipped out of me. His come followed, and I could feel it trickling down my thigh, but then Abe was wiping something soft between my thighs. Where did the tissues come from?

Abe got us both cleaned up and presentable by himself, my body felt too heavy for me to move to help. By the time we got to the airport, I felt like I could walk without stumbling, though there was still a light tremble in my thighs as I stood up. Once again, I kept my eyes on the ground, my face blushing, as I walked past the driver and into the airport.

Thinking of the trip back was enough to sober me up.