Forbidden Love (Forbidden Trilogy) by S.R. Watson Page B

limo.
    Damn, he knows me well.
    I’m dressed in sweats and a tank, but if I change, I’ll draw attention to me leaving. I make some lame excuse about asking a neighbor to join our booze fest and the girls buy it. Jordan knows better, but simply smiles in understanding. The cool air snips at my exposed arms. My flip-flop clad feet help to quicken my pace as I round the corner looking for the limo. The driver sees me approaching and wastes no time opening the door for me. Grayson frowns when he sees how I’m dressed.
    “Where in the hell are your clothes? It’s too cold for you to be dressed like it’s god damn Summer time,” he barks. I jump at his assertion. Dominance is one thing in the bedroom, but outside of sex, it catches me off guard. “Get in,” he says lowering his voice some.
    “Well, hello to you too. Welcome back.” His eyes lose some of their hardness and he grabs my hands.
    “Sorry for yelling sweetheart. I just don’t want you getting sick trying to see me. That was not my intent. I just wanted to surprise you.”
    His concern is endearing. I want to diffuse any lingering unpleasant vibes. I reach up and bring his face to mine and he rewards me with a sensuous kiss. The remaining goose bumps that weren’t dissipated from the heat circulating in the limo disappear the moment his hands touch me. He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle his muscular thighs. He palms my ass as he thrusts his erection upward. He sucks on my neck and I’m dizzy with desire.
    “I’ve missed you so much baby.” The sound of the privacy screen rising reminds me that we’re not alone. I look in the direction of the driver’s seat, but he is no longer visible. “He can’t see or hear us love,” Grayson says while removing my tank. One flick to the clasp in the front of my bra and my naked breasts are on display for him. The heat in his eyes is unmistakable. Shit this is really happening. I look around the parking lot and I can see people walking to their cars. I instinctively cover my breasts.
    “Grayson, are you sure nobody can see us?” He removes my arms slowly and takes a nipple into his mouth. “Grrrrrayson,” I whimper.
    “I promise nobody can see us baby. Let me fuck you. I can’t wait until this weekend. I miss you too much.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He continues his assault on my other nipple. It doesn’t take long for wetness to pool between my legs.
    He lays me down on the limo seat and pulls frantically at my sweats until they’re in a pile on the limo floor with the rest of my clothes. “This is going to be quick baby.” He reaches down to ensure that I’m wet enough. When he is satisfied that I am, he pulls down his own slacks and boxers to his knees. He positions himself at my entrance before he plunges in and holy hell.
    “Oh Grayson,” I moan. My verbalization spurs him on. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and this new depth has me holding on to his shoulders to brace myself for the pounding he is giving me. He angles his hips in a delicious rhythm as he grinds even deeper.
    “Fuck…so good baby,” he growls. His punishing strokes are relentless. I grab his hair as he pushes me over the edge. I scream his name and a wicked smirks forms on his lips. “Mine,” he claims as he finds his own release inside me. He falls forward to lay on top me. His chest heaves as he works to catch his breath.
    “Damn, I needed that,” I confess, courtesy of the wine. I play with his hair and kiss the side of his face. He flips us over and now I’m resting on top of him.
    “I needed that more than you did. I’ve thought about you nonstop all week.” We did talk on the phone, but between his meetings and my classes, it wasn’t often enough. We talked briefly before turning in each night, but that just made me miss him even more.
    Our post-coital haze is interrupted by a pull of the handles on the limo door. What the hell? “Grayson are you in there?” Bailey’s inquisitive