"No," he rumbled in my ear. "I have to fuck you. Now."
"Why? Are you marking your territory?" I'd only been half serious with the comment, but he pulled back and the look in his eyes said that was exactly what he was doing.
I wriggled out of his gr...
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Shawn was not willing to let me go unsatisfied. By the time we'd reached the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, I was spent and ready for a nap. Shawn, on the other hand, seemed revived, a smug grin on his face as he took my hand, escorting me out of the limo.
An attractive blonde with Eighties pink nail polish stood at the main entrance, checking invitations as guests made their way into the gardens. Shawn was allowed in without flashing any credentials.
"You seem awfully pleased with yourself," I whispered as we entered the grounds.
He dismissed my comment. "Everyone knows who I am."
"That's not what you seem pleased about."
He shot me a wicked grin. "I think I deserve to be pleased. A lot was accomplished within a relatively short amount of time."
"If by a lot was accomplished you mean I can barely walk, then yes, you're correct." I'd never had sex in a moving vehicle before, and considering my rigid seatbelt safety policy, it hadn't ever occurred to me that it would be something I'd want to do. Shawn, however, made everything seem like something I'd want to do, when it involved him anyway. And the man's skills in the bedroom apparently carried to the backseats of cars as well, his expert techniques and positions making me come without ever having to unbuckle.
We walked along a pathway to the atrium where dinner was being served buffet-style. Around us, the pleasant smells and aromas of the fresh outdoors overcame me, putting me in a relaxed mood that was impossible to achieve in the hustle and bustle of the city. It was amazing that such a place existed so close to the chaos of NYC.
"What is this event for anyway?"
"It's sponsored by CotF," Shawn answered. "Children of the Future. They're a foundation that provides resources for foster children. This event is a thank you for those who have donated."
"And how much have you donated?" It truly interested me the causes Shawn contributed to.
"Not how much, what."
I looked at him questioningly.
"I donated a school."
Holy shit. A whole school. Of course he did.
"And several scholarships on top of that. I came tonight to meet the new principal. I want the foundation's Board of Directors to realize that though I'm not hands-on with their program, I'm still around."
I shivered at his hint at omnipotence. It was the same way he handled all his business, I was finding. He left things in capable hands, yet was never too far away for things to go unnoticed. Hopefully, he trusted me enough to not notice everything going on at The Sky Launch. Like, who I was making deals with for events.
