Eventually Yours

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~Ronbie

“Why are you so stubborn?” I looked over at her. “Just let me take you home.”

She just stared.

“If you're worried about Breanna seeing us, I have a hat and sunglasses in my car. I could pretend to be your Uber driver.”

“In a suit?” my conscience quipped.

I frowned and focused back on Megan's face. But I could tell by the look on her face, that she hadn't heard a word I just said. She was just staring at my lips... probably reminiscing how they felt all over her body.

“Mimi” I let out.

If she kept staring at me like that I was going to cave in and take her right here in the back of this taxi. It was the last place I would like to take her, but I was not going to oppose the idea if I couldn't control myself.

She finally blinked.

“I can get home just fine.”

“Let me take you,” I repeated.

“You don't have to.”

“But I want to. Breanna doesn't have to see us. Louisa is probably asleep by now. It's half past ten. You can get her and put her to bed when we get to your place, and we can talk.”

“I already said I got it, Ron. And why would you get in the taxi with me? What do you need to tell me so badly that it can't wait till the morning?”

Why is she so angry?

“Why were you bartending?” I let out. “I thought we agreed six years ago that you'd never do that again? I gave you a job so you'd never have to do that again. You know I hate it.”

I wasn't expecting her to go easy on me, but I also wasn't expecting the laughter... a humorless one at that. My jaw clenched and I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Does she think this is funny?

My hand flew to her throat and I squeezed it softly. She gasped as I leaned her back until she pressed against the car door and the window. Megan clenched her thighs together and her eyes clouded with passion.

“Did I tell a joke?” I whispered in her ear.

Megan shivered and I had to use all my self-control to let her go and create the much-needed space between us. We were still in a cab.

Fuck!

The look on her face, her heavy breathing, and the clenching of her thighs—I had to fight the urge to please her right here. I wanted to see her come undone underneath me, on top of me, whether it be my cock or my tongue.

Fuck!

“Ron,” she called out for me.

Lord knows I wanted to answer that call, but I just couldn't. At least not now... not here.

It would have been easier if she just got into my car!

“Please Ron...” she whispered.

But before I could wrap her into my arms the driver clears his throat.

“The sexual tension back there is suffocating and it's turning me on. However, I would like to turn on my meter instead, pal” he looked at me through the rearview mirror. “So can I get an address or... are you going to get in his car and take care of his boner?”