For The Plot

21

"Let's go, baby." I grinned, drowning in Elijah's jacket I grabbed onto his arm as we pushed through the crowd. People cheered and waved and cameras clicked and flashed as we ran out to the doors full of security.

"Lowen Pierce! Over here!" Paparazzi begged. My arms reached around Elijah's neck and we stopped in our tracks to give them a show. I kissed him hard. Sloppy, like in the movies. His hands dug into my waist, pulling me flush against him. I smiled into the kiss as I felt flashes of lights on our faces.

"Ready?" He asked, as we pulled away. It only took one nod before he was dragging me towards to car where the driver stood holding the door with it's windows rolled down.

Elijah sat down first and I crawled onto his lap, my knees each side of his. The door slammed closed and the pap's pushed through to get a shot through the window.

Elijah didn't take a moment before pressing his lips into my neck. The last thing I saw was a blonde with a smirk on her red lips taking a snap, but Elijah pulled my jaw to his and everyone else disappeared. Elijah snuck under my skirt and gripped my hips, pulling me against his crotch.

I felt like a rebellious child. Although this was planned it still feels sneaky. The way he's holding me and kissing me feels illegal to do in the public eye.

The car pulled away and I groaned onto his lips when he pulled me tight onto his erection.
He stopped kissing me to smile, resting his forehead against mine. Then he did it again. In pulses he rocked me on his dick. "Elijah..."

The car has pulled away, I mean to tell him. We can stop now. But I can't form any words and I definitely can't justify why I would want him to stop.

"Yeah, baby?" His raspy voice sent shivers down my spine as when he pulled away to look into my eyes I was done for.

And so I did what any person in my position would do, I kissed him again.

I moved my hands from his jaw to the back of his neck and hair, tugging softly, tilting him to the position I want his mouth in.

The car stopped and a red light beamed through the windows. The driver cleared his voice loudly, snapping us out of the moment. "Excuse me, but where am I taking you?"

"Lowen," he exhaled, pressing his forehead to mine. "Come home with me."

"If you think you're getting it tonight you're mistaken." I giggled.

"No- this has nothing to do with it, but I won't sleep knowing you're alone."

"Then you come home with me, bodyguard."

"Okay." He nodded, turning all serious. He spoke my address clearly but quickly, like it was an inconvenience to have to pull his attention from me.

When he turned back to me he took it all in, looking down at my thighs and following up to my face. "You look good in my jacket."