Stolen Kiss (Erotic Thriller)

Chapter 8

"Call me when you land in L.A?" Lexi asked, her arms wrapped around her husband's neck. They stood in front of their Colts Neck home, David's bags are being packed into the back of a luxury SUV by Natalie and security guard Mike.

"Have I ever forgotten to call you before?" David replied with a smile. "Still would be nice if you were coming with me."

Natalie flinched inwardly when David kissed Lexi. Bullshit, she thought to herself. You planned this trip at a time when you knew she couldn't go.

"You alright there, little momma?" Mike's low bass broke her train of thought as he nudged her shoulder and she smiled up at him.

"Yeah...long night," she replied, lifting her suitcase into the trunk.

"I got your caffeine waiting in the car." Natalie climbed in and found her favorite drink waiting for her in the mini fridge. "Ready, boss?" She heard Mike call to David.

"Let's hit the road," David said and joined her in the backseat. He waved to Lexi as the car backed out of the driveway and sighed heavily when they were out of sight.

Natalie stared out the window and watched the countryside flew passed her. Her fingers tapped restlessly against the soda bottle she held. She kept replaying David kissing Lexi in her head. Maybe he really does want her here instead and why shouldn't he?

She closed her eyes when she felt David's soft lips pressed to her shoulder, not noticing that he'd moved closer. His hand slid over her knee and up her thigh, lifting her short skirt. He trailed his lips and tongue to her neck, his breath warm against her sensitive skin.

"Mmm fuck...you smell tempting, babygirl," he moaned through his kisses.

"Why'd you say you wished Lexi could come along?"

David hesitated and nipped her ear playfully. "Someone a little jealous?"

"No...well...maybe a little," she admitted then blurted out, "but how about you make your mind up who you want to fuck."

She watched as David pulled away from her neck, his eyes darkening as he raised a brow at her. "What did you just say to me?"

"You heard me. You're telling me one thing, yet I see with my own eyes something completely different," Natalie replied, trying to keep her voice steady. Her inner brat was poking and whining to come out and play.

"But babygirl, that's the fun part. I get to have my cake and eat it too," he growled and sunk his hand into her panties, "Guess which one you are." He gave her clit a flick with his index finger and chuckled when she whimpered.

"What if I'm tired of being made a meal?"

"Have you forgotten your position already? Perhaps you need a little reminder..."

Natalie snorted derisively. "Oh I haven't forgotten. Assistant, whore, adulteress or babygirl. Which one am I supposed to be today?"

She gasped as David slapped her across the face, her cheek stinging and burning. His hand curled around her neck and pinned her to the seat.

"You're showing very little gratitude. That hurts me, baby. You need to apologize," he smirked, his face a mere inch from her own.

They stared at each other for a moment as Natalie's brat side surfaced with a defiant, "No!"

"No?" David snarled and grabbed her hair, throwing her down on the car floor. "If you can't control your mouth and attitude, you can stay on the floor until you're ready to apologize and be a good girl."