ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

Chapter 54

RITA

When my Eyes flutter open, the Car remains still.

He's watching me with soft scrutiny, fingers tracing my spine, like he wants to lull me to sleep, to make me sleep in his arms for an eternity.

"Rested well?" he murmurs, with a warmth that makes my lips curl upward, and I cuddle closer in his strong arms, his hands killing every ounce of my defiance to get off him by the way he touches me so gently.

I nod, blinking away the haze. "Did we arrive?" I whisper, looking up into those azure eyes, my neck craned, my chin resting on his chiseled chest.

"An hour ago," he replies, lips curving.

"You could've woken me," I murmur, feeling both shy and guilty, my pulse a quiet drum in the stillness under his hooded gaze.

"You looked peaceful. I couldn't bring myself to wake you up," he says simply, his head leaning down a little and planting a soft kiss on the peak of my nose.

Heat blooms faintly in my cheeks, a tender ache humming through me; such a gentle gesture scorches my desire for him. He brushes hair from my face, fingers steady, movements imbued with care. It should be forbidden for him to make me yearn for him this way.

"Don't people usually have sex after their date? Why is everything reversed with us?" I sigh, my head dipping down. "There must be something wrong with us..."

"Perfectly wrong, then, because every wrong feels so right, except one," he says, and I know he's indicating my confinement by his boss, with his aid. "And I bet this date is going to be as wrong, yet so perfect."

"Let's go."

I straighten up and gasp as I feel him still inside me, softened. Looking down, I see that we are still connected. "You couldn't pull out, could you?" I mutter, looking up, and our our eyes lock.

"I couldn't," he smirks, grabbing my waist. He gets me off his lap and makes me sit next to him. "I just can neither pull away nor out when it's you. That's why we're having a baby."

"At least my dress isn't ruined, thanks to the condom," I mutter, as I pull the front of my dress up, covering my boobs — tucking them back into the dress.

"But my dick is dead from lack of oxygen," he grumbles, as he pulls the condom out, ties it up, and tosses it into the little bin in the car. "It needs some reanimation later... maybe from your pretty lips, a little resuscitation."

"Depends on how our date is going to end," I hum, as he wipes himself clean and tucks his cock back into his pants.

"Perfectly wrong," he jokes, and his hand finds mine, guiding me from the car. The night air wraps around us, cooling.

"I don't walk funny, do I?" I ask softly, half-anxious, half-playful, hiding my unease behind nervous laughter.

"Not funny enough," he quips, "which is usually odd after having my dick inside your cunt for almost an hour."

"Stop teasing," I whisper, though my lips betray a smile. His once-rotten and dirty words that made me gasp out of courtesy now make me curl my toes.

Inside, the restaurant glows — the aesthetics and ambience are rich.

"What if our reservation's gone?" I ask, hushed but curious, the anxiety of lateness nipping at my calm. This was going to be my first date, and I don't want it to end before it starts.

He smirks. "They can't cancel on the owner."

"You own this place?" I blink, incredulous.

"It's our first date's restaurant," he says softly. "It should belong to us."