Page 34 of Wretched Soul
“Is this your idea of a joke?” I ask, trying not to smile at his cunning little trap.
“Well, I find it funny.”
“Really?” I ask, swiveling back to face him. There’s a sparkle in his eyes, but his expression is otherwise closed. “It’s so hard to tell.” I scrunch up the piece of paper and toss it into a cup holder. “I suppose I should be thankful it wasn’t a love note from some girlfriend. Or wife?”
It has crossed my mind that the reason he’s being so secretive is because he’s in a committed relationship. It’s something I should have asked earlier, but I’d already clocked that he doesn’t wear a wedding band and instinct tells me he’d struggle with one relationship, let alone two.
Shade slides his arm around my back and I let out a gasp as I’m pulled onto his lap. As my legs straddle his, my dress bunches up around my hips. I brace my hands against his chest as we come face to face.
“There’s no one but you, Slayer,” he says as he peels his jacket from my shoulders and flings it onto another seat. There’s pressure between my legs, and he pushes my hips down onto his hardening length. “No wife. No girlfriend. No significant other. Just you.”
His gaze doesn’t leave mine as he tilts his head to the side. He’s waiting for me to respond with like. I roll my eyes. “I haven’t been able to think of any other man except you since we met. So, no, there’s no one else.”
Shade’s tongue slides across his upper lip. “And that’s how it’s going to stay.”
My body jerks as the car pulls away, and Shade’s bulging zipper rubs against my clit, eliciting a groan from deep in my throat. The next rock of my body is all me, but I need more than friction between my legs.
“Are you taking me back to your place?” I croak out. Although I’d cleaned my apartment today when I was supposed to be working from home, I’d prefer his place. If I could find out where he lived, I could start following him.
I swear Shade’s fighting back a smirk. I’m going to have to sharpen my investigative techniques to get anything past him. “I thought we’d just enjoy the drive.”
“You want to fuck me in the limo?”
“Immediately,” he confirms, a hand trailing up across my breasts to my throat and neck.
His eyes darken as he threads his fingers through my hair, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me close. As our mouths collide, I fist his shirt and grind against him. His tongue breaches the seam of my lips and I gladly let him in.
I hum into his mouth as coiling desire twists every muscle in my core. Anticipation has my pussy walls contracting around nothing more than the thought of him inside me again. My arousal has to be making a mess of his suit pants, but when Igo to lift off him, Shade’s grip returns to my waist to keep me in place.
Our kiss breaks, leaving us both panting.
“You’re soaking into my pants, Slayer,” he says without any hint of concern. “I don’t think either of us can wait.”
I glance briefly behind me to the partition that separates us from the driver. Although it’s darkened glass, I can see a man’s silhouette against the street lights ahead.
“He can’t see you,” Shade reassures me. “And he’ll only hear you if I make you scream very loudly. That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
I’d thought about our next time together, and while I’d imagined us in many positions, there was one common theme. “But I want you naked.”
He shrugs. “I want you naked.”
“Here?” I’m still not convinced we wouldn’t be putting on a show.
“I’ll turn the lights off,” he promises. He shifts in his seat to take something out of his back pocket. “But before I do, there’s one small piece of admin we need to discuss.”
“If this is an NDA, I expect to see yournameon it,” I warn when he produces a piece of paper.
His lips quirk. “Do I need one?”
“Clearly not since I can’t go around talking about a man I only know as Shade,” I huff. I might have to resort to wearing him down with my pouting until he gives me his identity freely.
I lean back as Shade unfolds the printout, but he doesn’t show it to me yet. “When I fuck you, Lily, I don’t want us just naked. I want to fuck you bare. I want to fill you with my cum. I want it leaking out of you every time I claim you,” he says. “I intend to leave my mark.”
I don’t know if it’s the timbre of his voice or the need that radiates from him, but his words send another pulse of pleasure through me. “OK,” I rasp.
He shows me the printout, and I’m grateful that one of us still has the capacity to be responsible. “I’ve blanked out my name for obvious reasons, but these are the results of my latest medical check. I’m clean.”
I grind against him. To hell with the admin. “So am I. And I have a contraceptive implant.”
