Page 147 of Double Fault

I drag my fingers along her soft skin until they disappear beneath the hem of her dress.

“Noah,” she breathes. “What are you doing?” She eyes the driver who’sright there.

Angling close, I press a kiss beneath her ear. “If you want me to stop, just say so.” To the driver, I say, “Can you turn the radio up? I like this song.”

He meets my gaze in the mirror, his expression knowing, but without a word, reaches over and turns the volume up.

When I find the soft material of her panties and stroke over the fabric gently, her lips part and her breath catches. As much as I want to tease her, make her beg for it, we’re close to the estate, so I have to use my time wisely.

While I’m rubbing her panties, I look out the window, pretending to be unbothered, all the while my cock is so hard I worry I’ll break through my zipper.

When I’m sure she’s good and wet, I push her panties aside.

It takes all my willpower not to groan when I come into contact with her liquid heat.

I turn and bring my lips to her ear. “So fucking responsive. Your pussy loves me, doesn’t it? I bet you’ve never been this drenched in your life. You’re going to leave a wet spot on thisseat, aren’t you?” I suck on her skin where her neck meets her shoulder.

Though she doesn’t speak, her eyes are hooded with pleasure.

I push my fingers inside her, thumb on her clit, and curl them against that sweet spot. The music is loud enough to drown out the sound of her drenched pussy milking the digits.

“You’re so pretty,” I whisper in her ear.

We’re nearing our destination, so I make sure to give her clit a little extra attention. I can’t leave her hanging. I’m not trying to edge her. Not this time.

“Noah.” My name is a soft exhale.

When I sweep my tongue into her mouth, she loses it. I keep my lips sealed to hers to stifle her cry of pleasure as her core pulses. She comes down slowly, and only when her spasms have abated do I remove my fingers from her body and return her panties to their proper position.

Then, with my eyes locked on hers, I lick my fingers clean.

Her lips part and a gasp escapes her, though an instant later, the car rounds a bend and gravel crunches beneath the tires, stealing her attention.

Outside the car, I pull a handful of cash from my wallet and pass it to the driver.

“Thanks.”

One brow raised, he takes the money and tucks it away. Then he’s gone, slowly rolling down the driveway.

“Oh my God.” Sabrina buries her face in my shoulder. “Did you just pay him off?”

I tug on my sleeves. “He deserved a tip after that, don’t you think? Or”—I cock my head to the side—“maybe the show was all the tip he needed.”

“Noah,” she scolds, her expression withering. “I can’t believe you said that.”

Hand on her waist, I urge her up the stairs. “Worth it, though, right?”

“Yes,” she admits a tad reluctantly. Halfway up the steps, she stops and tips her head back, lips turning down in a frown. “Where are we? This place looks like a castle.”

“It’s Wellmere Castle,” I answer. “It’s mostly used as a museum these days, but they host dinners twice a month. I was able to get us in.”

“This is incredible.” She turns carefully and surveys the grounds. “It’s so beautiful. How old is this place?”

“I’m not sure. I know some estates similar to this one date back to medieval times, but I don’t think this one is quite that old.”

“It’s magical,” she says as we reach the towering set of doors and they open for us.

An attendant appears just inside and holds out an arm, gesturing for us to enter. “Welcome to Wellmere Castle. We hope you enjoy your evening.”

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