The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 29

After Rade finished speaking with Ace, I'm not sure about because Chen and Kendall had dragged me away so they could pry information out of me, we went to a pizza place.

I don't think Rade ever told them he had taken over for Harvey as my Chauffeur and that I've been staying at his house for the last couple of days.

"Ace, Chen, and Kendall, they seem cool."

Rade said nothing. Just ate his pizza in silence. He hasn't said a word to me since we left his restaurant. In the car, he didn't even look at me through the rearview mirror like he usually does.

I sighed. "What's wrong?" He didn't reply. "Rade," I drew out softly, becoming frustrated with his silence.

He finally looked at me. "I don't think you realize what seeing you with another man does to me."

I forgot how to breathe. "W-What?"

"You blush. You smile. You touch them. Things you should be doing with me," he growled, brows furrowed in frustration.

I crossed my legs. I was in disbelief at his confession. There's a reason he never corrected Ace about us being together. He wants me to be his and only his. I squirmed. My skin was on fire, and I was burning fast.

"That sounds a lot like jealousy to me," I said with a playful smile, needing to lighten the mood because I was burning alive.

Rade's stormy gaze. His words. My pussy ached for him. And if we weren't at a restaurant surrounded by a shit ton of people, I would be kissing him and begging him to fuck me right about now.

I've been in a drought for far too damn long. Sam has been served the divorce papers, and I am more than willing to explore what I know my Chauffeur has to offer me.

"It's more than jealously, mikrí fotiá(little fire). It's possession. It's obsession. I want you all to myself. Ever since the moment I laid eyes on you."

"So what's stopping you?"

His eyes briefly raked over me before settling back on my face. "You're not ready for me."

My soaked panties say otherwise. But I didn't say that out loud. Instead, I said, "Still so bossy." I rolled my eyes. "Telling me what I'm ready for."

"I don't want to be your rebound. Your distraction."

"You didn't want to be friends either," I muttered. That last part was unnecessary, but I was still hurt by it.

"I already told you I don't want or need friends."

"Right, because you have Ace."

He shook his head. "No." Then he motioned me closer with a flick of his index. I leaned in closer, feeling his warm breath on my ear as he whispered, "because I don't have a desire to fuck my friends."

He leaned back, leaving me there stunned and so turned on that I no longer wanted the pizza on my plate. I wanted him. No, needed him.

I bite my lip.

Rade noticed, a deep sounding groan surfacing. "Fuck it. Let's go." He stood abruptly, tossing a bunch of green bills he'd pulled out of his pocket onto the table before heading toward the exit.

I grabbed my purse and thanked the waiter who had returned, a confused expression on his face as I rushed out of the door.

Rade didn't open my door for me. Something told me that if he had, we wouldn't make it out of this parking lot.

As soon as I was in the car, Rade sped off. He drove like he was a criminal being chased by the police. He was eager and starved. As was I.

I spread my legs, knowing he was watching. I was so wet for him, and he hadn't even touched me yet. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand under my underwear.

My back arched and a breathy moan spilled as I began touching myself in the backseat.

Rade's gray eyes kept darting back and forth between me and the road. He had swerved a little, earning a honk from any angry driver to the left of us.

He couldn't see my pussy or my hand, but he could tell it was moving. I rubbed the bundle of nerves, circling it with the pads of my fingertips.

"Rade, I need you," I breathed, never taking my eyes off him.

"Fuck, you're killing me," he rasped, his breathing uneven.

I pushed two of my fingers inside of me, moaning even more when I found my spot. I kept at it, pumping my fingers inside my wet pussy.

"I want you on top of me. Behind me. Inside me. All over."

"Soon, baby. Soon. One more minute and I'm all yours."

He crossed into another lane, getting frustrated with the other cars on the road, even though they were driving the speed limit.

I smiled. I liked seeing him angry and frustrated. He showed more emotion that way.

Pretty quickly, my orgasm tore through me. My back bowed off the seat, my legs shaking, and my entire body flooded with pleasure before eventually subsiding.

I didn't realize I had my eyes closed until I opened them and saw that we were parked in Rade's driveway.

He opened his door. Then opened mine. I withdrew my hand, his eyes trained on the arousal that glistened my fingers.

He cursed and looked at me. "We can't have sex."

"Why not?" I questioned, my face falling.

"Let's take things slow, okay? For your sake and mine. But especially yours. Your heart is still healing."

I just wanted him to fuck me. To make me forget about the pain my heart feels. Which is why I knew he was right. I was still healing. Even if I was getting a divorce, and I was no longer bound by the rings on my finger, I was still married. And no matter how hard I try to hate him, a part of me will always love him. At least, love him and what we had before it all went to total shit.

I nodded. "Okay."

His lips slowly pulled into a smile, pearly whites and all, and it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I vowed from then on that I would make him smile again. That I would never go another day without seeing him smile at me. Smile for me.

He unexpectedly took the hand that was slick with my arousal and slowly, teasingly, sucked each finger while staring deeply into my eyes. Then he kissed my palm, and I nearly melted. "Don't worry ómorfi(beautiful)," he said lowly. "I still have every intention of making you come."