Page 67 of Lemon Cake

“Hi there sleepy head. I’m heading to your place now.”

“Mkay.”

“Stay in your comfy clothes.”

“Well, that ruins my plans for this expensive evening gown,” she laughed, stretching her muscles. “I’ll try not to fall asleep.”

“I promise to wake you softly, fuck you, then soothe you back to sleep.”

Gemma hummed, pressing her thighs together and reaching for her toys.

“I’ve been hard for hours, just thinking of you moaning my name next to me while I drive you home.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered, spreading her legs and inserting the toy.

“But no fucking yourself until I get there.”

“Please? I’ll let you listen.”

“Not long, baby. I’ll make sure the wait is worth it.”

She bit her lip to suppress a frustrated sigh, but he heard it anyway.

“You can do it. You listen so well, remember? And Ialways reward you for it, don’t I?”

“You do.”

“Do you have your bag packed?”

Rider’s sudden change in conversation threw her off, but perhaps that was the point. “Yes. I have all the presents for dinner too.”

“Good. My mom texted earlier that her flight should still be on time.”

With that, the heat between her thighs diminished and Gemma let out a sigh of relief, grateful Rider didn’t continue to tease her. He stayed on the phone, only hanging up once he knocked on her door. She jumped into his arms, slamming their mouths together as he pushed her against the open door. Gemma was trapped against the wood, parting her mouth in invitation for Rider’s tongue. He was hard, his dick pressing against the restraints of his jeans.

“Where’s your bag?” he asked, his voice dark and rough.

She pointed to the corner and without setting her down, he snatched the bags and swung them over his shoulder before grabbing her keys.

“Is that everything?”

“Yep.”

“Phone? Wallet? Remote?”

“Bag, bag, pocket.”

Rider nodded, locked the door, and carried her and her belongings to his truck. He gently set her down, swiping the remote from her pocket. Once her bags were packed away, he started the engine and drove off. He hadn’t evenleft the parking lot when the buzz started. Gemma moaned, melting into her seat.

His hand found her thigh and pushed under her shirt, the other white-knuckling the steering wheel and the remote. “I missed you.”

“I’m here,” she sighed, the clit stimulator humming to life.

“You sound so beautiful.”

“Just for you.”

Rider rewarded her by increasing the intensity of the toy. “Say it again,” he demanded, shifting in his seat, the bulge in his jeans looking awfully uncomfortable.

---