The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 43

Tension grew and grew and grew every second that time passed, and we weren't naked and rolling around in his bed. We drove in silence, which only made the heartbeat between my legs thump even louder in my ears.

Every red light pissed me off. And anybody who drove even remotely a mile under the speed limit was dealt a Spanish curse word. In my head, of course.

I gripped the hem of my short dress. I had been so nervous about divorce court that I hadn't thought about how easily Rade would be able to access what he wanted under this dress.

I wore a navy blue sleeveless dress that stopped mid-thigh. It was one of my favorite dresses because it made my legs look good, and the v-neck made my boobs pop.

He glanced at my legs before focusing back on the road. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles were white.

My grip on the hem of my dress tightened until I could feel my nails creating crescent-shaped grooves in my palms. I squirmed, feeling my arousal soak my panties.

The more I thought about what he'd do to me, the more of a horny mess I became. When the car came to a halt, I rolled my eyes in frustration. Another red light. I'd been waiting to have Rade for months, so you would think I'd have patience left to wait ten more minutes. But I didn't. 

I was all out of patience. "Pull over."

Even though Rade kept his head forward and his eyes on the road, I knew he heard me. He swerved into the right lane, and instead of taking us home, he pulled into an alleyway. 

The car was parked, my seatbelt unbuckled, and my door pushed open from the inside. "Get out."

Normally, I'd scold him for not being more nice about it. Sometimes, manners don't exist when it comes to him. But scolding him was far from my task of things to do.

I got out of the car, and as soon as I closed the door, Rade's hands were on my hips and his lips on mine. I reached up to grab his face. My lips parted for him, letting his tongue explore me as if it were the first time.

Rade's rough hands slid down to hook under my thighs. I was lifted and carried. I wrapped my arms around his neck while still kissing, sucking, and tugging at his lips.

He placed me on top of the car hood. We were crammed between two apartment buildings. Anyone could look down and catch us. And that excited me. He drags his lips down to my neck, leaving behind sweet kisses right before he licks the skin.

I moan, the legs I have fastened around him pushing him closer. "I need you, Rade. Please." I'm aching all over, my mind in a lust-filled daze. I grasp his tie between my fingers and whisper breathlessly, "Make me yours."

He lifts his head, his eyes dark and slightly hidden beneath long, thick lashes. "Are you sure?" He questions, breathing heavily. "Because if you don't stop me, there's no telling what might-"

"Fuck. Me. And don't you dare hold back."

I wasn't a broken woman in the process of healing anymore. My wounds had become scars. They were ugly and a constant reminder who gave them to me. I didn't want to ever think about him again. And while I knew that would never truly be possible because of these scars, I decided that in this moment, he didn't even exist.

The only thing that existed was right here in front of me. Tall, dark, handsome, and mine. Rade pushed me on to my back. I felt his erection, hard and begging to be freed. He ground his hips against me. "Can you feel what you do to me, Celeste? Can you feel my control slipping away?"

I nodded, biting my lip hard until I tasted the tiniest drop of blood. I watched him pull off his jacket and rip off his tie. The silky black hair he always kept in a bun was freed, his long, beautiful hair draping over me like a blanket.