Burning for her

Chapter 13

Clara

I felt a soft layer of sweat coating my palm as I parked in the garage of my building. I'm the quick text I shoot to my house keeper warning her to put everything away that would tell too much about my work. But there was a chance something would slip her attention and wouldn't slip Abigail's.

"Fancy cars." Abbie stated when she opened her own door , getting out of my car.

"Thanks." I felt heat running into my cheek, painting my skin red.

"Are these yours?" Her eyebrows ran up, pointing around us.

I hummed while nodding, looking around my garage. I loved cars, I always have and even I got to a point in my life where I could buy anything and everything I wanted, the first twenty things I bought were cars and motorbikes.

"All of them?"

"Most of them." I shrugged. I lived on the top floor, the two homes under me stored their cars here too.

"So you are rich. Like rich rich. Like 'sugar mommy' rich." I locked the car behind us, laughing at her statement.

"I guess you could say that, yes." I nodded taking her hand. For my disappointment and pleasure both, she changed her clothes. I would give a lot to finally fuck her in her ballet clothes, but my disappointment turned into a full blown pleasure when she came out from her room in a while floral patterned dress. The edge ended high, revealing a lot from her soft skin. The clothing was loose around her breasts and arms. I guess you could call it a Santa Monica mini dress.

I let my eyes linger on her frame, until her fingers reached out for my hand and locked hers with my fingers. "Do you ride a motorbike?" She pointed at my black Kawasaki motorcycle.

"Yeah." I nodded, walking her to the lift, pushing the button.

"I don't feel that bad about you paying at the grocery store anymore."

"Yes, you shouldn't." I laughed as we stepped in.

As soon as the elevator door started to close in front of us, something shifted in the air. It was filled with tension, buzzing on my skin, my inside begging me to do something about the need for touch in my body.

Just when the door wanted to finally close and I was ready to push her against the elevator wall, a band appeared between the doors, stopping it from fully closing. The family living two floors under me appeared behind the opened doors.

"Hi." The woman smiled at us from next to her husband, their three kids marching inside.

"Hello." I nodded and Abigail shot them a polite smile.

I stepped back and Abbie stepped aside too, giving them enough space to enter fully. Her back was awfully close to my chest. I reached out for her right side, pulling her in by her waist, feeling her abs flex under my fingers. From the left side, where the family stood it looked like she did it only to give them more space.

The dress was just short enough that my fingers touched the skin on the back of her thigh without even trying. I couldn't stop my smirk when she jerked forward a little, barely noticeable, when my fingertips made connection with her skin.

Her right hand came back, touching my leg, her nails digging into my thigh painfully. Even through my pants. Fuck yes!

The elevator stopped, the door opening and the kids running out, their parents following them quickly. I didn't waste any second, but I couldn't even if I wanted to, because Abbie was already facing me, pulling me down by the nape of my neck, smashing her lips against mine. Finally!