The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 39

Rade's POV
I'd spent the morning fisting my cock until it was numb and my hand hurt like a bitch.

Celeste has become a weakness. I'm on the brink of losing control. I can't even look at her without thinking about every filthy fucking thing I want to do to her. Maybe having her as my roommate wasn't as smart an idea as I originally thought.

Once dressed, I left my room and was immediately bombarded with a sweet smell. Cinnamon? I went downstairs to investigate and found that Celeste was in my kitchen wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of lacy panties.

Fucking hell.

She was dancing to some uptempo song in Spanish. She's swaying her hips around my kitchen, my shirt clinging to her body like a second skin.

I had no idea she could dance. Watching her, it not only turns me on, but it intrigues me. I like seeing her so happy and carefree.

She opens the oven and bends down, her red panties exposed to my view. I can see how plump her pussy is against the fabric and now I'm thinking about putting it in my mouth.

I cock my head to one side, a smirk tugging at my lips at the sight of her. She straightens, and my eyes zero in on a pan of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. The black oven mitts she'd thrown on are slipped off, and she's back to dancing.

I'm wondering if I should make my presence known. Though I don't want her to stop dancing. I like watching the way she moves. So sensual, effortless, and inviting.

She spins, and then she's gasping out loud. "Joder(Fuck)!" She curses in her native tongue, clutching her chest with a frightened pant. "Rade, you scared the hell out of me!" The music coming from her phone is turned off. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know I like having you in my kitchen."

Her cheeks flush red, and my eyes lower to her breasts. Her brown nipples are taut against my shirt. And when she realizes I'm checking her out, her hands quickly block my view.

"I- I made cinnamon rolls," she sputters, her accent thicker when her emotions are heightened. "Are you hungry?"

"Starved." But not for food.

Oblivious to the sexual hunger in my eyes, she turns back around to add the icing and then make me a plate. The plate is pushed in front of me, and I pick up the cinnamoned treat.

This hardly counts as breakfast, but I don't say anything. I take a bite. Her big brown eyes are on me, watching me chew and swallow what she made for me.

"So? What do you think?"

"It's good," I admit.

Her smile widens. "Would you believe me if I told you I made it from scratch?"

"No."

A frown replaces her smile. "What? Why not?"

"I saw the Pillsbury can in the trash."

"Damn it." She huffs a sigh of annoyance, rounding the island. "You suck. You couldn't just lie for once?"

There are moments when she loves my honesty. And there are moments where she doesn't. Sometimes, it makes me an ass.

I grab her waist and pull her into me. She wiggles, but I hold on. And when my lips connect to the sweet spot on her neck, she melts into me. Then I lick my way up to the shell of her ear and whisper, "I don't need you trying to impress me. Besides, nothing will ever taste sweeter than what's between your legs."

"I'm trying to be a good roommate," she whispers back. "You've done so much for me, and I just wanted-" Her words are cut short when I take the lobe of her ear between my teeth.

I tug. She whimpers. I begin to suck on the lobe, feeling her quiver against me in response. I love seeing her unravel before me. Her face gets all red, and it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen.

I stop my torture, and she turns in my arms. "You're such a tease." Her manicured fingers coil around my tie, and she pulls on it lightly.

"You're the one naked in my shirt."

"It's comfortable," she tries to defend, as if that will somehow make the swelling of my dick go down.

"How comfortable?" I ask out of pure curiosity.

"Enough that I can't wait for you to fuck me in it." She pauses in thought, then says, "Maybe I'll let you fuck me in front of a mirror so you can watch me come with your shirt on."

This fucking woman.

Her teeth sink into her lower lip. She pulls away, and I try my hardest not to yank her back into my arms and keep her there.

"Can I borrow the Ferrari?" She asks out of the blue, changing the subject.

I was kind of relieved she did because I was seconds away from losing my damned mind.

"You never have to ask, ómorfi(beautiful)."

Curiosity flickers in her beautiful gaze. "Aren't you going to ask me what for?"

"No."

"But-"

"I trust you."

She smiles. "I promise to bring it back in one piece."

When she begins to walk past me, I can't help myself. I have to touch her one more time before I leave to meet up with Ace. I grab her shirt, keeping her from going any further.

She glances back at me.

"I'll be home late tonight. Will you be okay?"

"I'll miss you, but I'll manage."

Knowing she'll miss me while I'm away makes my heart skip. I almost want to cancel everything and stay here with her. Especially after seeing her sexy ass in my shirt.

"Everly will be back, yeah?" She nods. That's good to know. At least she won't be alone. "I'll check in on you two later tonight."

"Okay."

I pick up on the sadness in her voice. She doesn't want me to go. She hates being apart from me just as much as I hate being apart from her.

I'm so fucking attached that I give in immediately. "One more hug?" I ask, the offer more so for me than her.

"Mhm."

"Come here."

She's back in my arms, only this time her head rests against my chest. We stay there in silence while I hold her. I listen to the sound of her heart and soft breathing. I'm still not sure what's happening to me, but holding her like this- I never want to let go.