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Satisfied, I leaned back in the seat, adjusting my trousers to accommodate my pulsing hard cock who wanted to join the fun.

My fingers traced over my lips, still wet from her. "You taste divine."

She was still panting and at a loss of words. Her curly hair was wild around her face. Those cheeks were flushed from pleasure, and her beautiful eyes were still hazed with the aftermath of her orgasm.

Aww. She had no idea who she met.

I stifled my chuckle.

I wonder if she knows now.

Chapter twelve

Mine to Adore

Fabien

Minutes later, the car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the hotel’s entrance.

My pulse was still pounding from the taste of Rae, from the way she had come apart in my hands, beneath my tongue, in my control.

Finally, we’re here.

For the hundredth time during this ride, I adjusted my slacks, trying to ease my throbbing cock.

As soon as get her alone, I’m burying myself in that wet pussy.

I glanced at Rae.

She was a vision. Her dark brown skin still flushed from pleasure, her breath just beginning to steady, her lips parted in that way that made me want to lick her pussy all over again.

Later.

The driver exited, walked around, and opened the door.

Crisp night air rushed in, cooling the lingering heat between us.

I stepped out first and slipped a folded thousand-dollar bill into the driver’s palm before he could speak.

I even caught the way he tried to place his suit jacket in front of his erection.

Shocked, he looked down at the money, then back to me, and cleared his throat. “Thank you, sir.”

“No problem.”

Still, the driver’s fingers twitched as if unsure whether to hold it or hand it back.

I smirked. “That’s for your. . .patience.”

And erection. Surely, that must have been torture with how delicious she sounded.

As if he heard me, the driver’s mouth parted slightly, and then he nodded.

I was sure he hadn’t expected a tip from me, but he damn well earned it.

After all, I had no doubt he was sitting in his own agony for the past twenty minutes, rock hard and suffering from everything he had witnessed—and more importantly, everything he couldneverhave.

Still, he recovered quickly, clearing his throat once again.

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