For the Record (Record #3)(55)

Brady and Chris slid in after her and immediately started pouring champagne for the ride. They toasted their good fortunes and good times and sipped the crisp champagne. Liz couldn’t keep the smile from her face. A few months ago she would have never envisioned herself in a limo in New York City with Brady. Now she couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

Sure, there were aspects that were far from desirable, but Brady seemed to overshadow them all. She wasn’t one to define herself by a man, and even now in these moments she didn’t feel as if she did that. Her career and independence were still crucial to her. It was why she couldn’t accept help from him with her job. But her life felt more complete than it ever had before . . . even when everything had been going right. Now she had the man she loved, loving her back and encouraging her to pursue her dreams despite the obstacles. They had a fight for the election ahead, but she wanted to be there for him just as he was there for her.

She glanced over at Brady laughing at one of Chris’s jokes and a smile touched her lips. She knew the future was uncertain, but she felt confident in him . . . in them. There were conversations that needed to be had about that future, but she didn’t fear having them as she once had.

When they finally made it through traffic, the driver parked in front of a tall building. Chris hopped out to retrieve Mollie, leaving them all alone in the limo. Brady’s hand immediately trailed down her inner thigh. Her legs were crossed, but that didn’t seem to stop him, and really she wasn’t planning to anyway. He pried her legs apart with ease.

“Don’t move them,” he growled in her ear.

Her body clenched at the command and she did her best not to squirm as his hand explored her thighs. She could feel her body warming up to his touch as it so easily did. His fingers brushed up against her sensitive skin and she couldn’t help but jump.

He smirked at her. “No panties?”

“You like me better without,” she whispered throatily.

His other hand closed around her wrist and brought it to rest on the front of his pants. She felt his dick lengthening in her hand and her eyes bulged.

“Do you see what you do to me?” he asked. She nodded and squeezed to emphasize her point. “Now let me see what I do to you.”

He ran his fingers along the opening to her * gently at first and then probingly. Her wetness coated his fingers, betraying how turned on she was.

“Mmm,” he sighed as he slipped up into her.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she dropped her head back on the headrest. She didn’t know how much time they had and right now she simply didn’t care. She had been craving him all day. She didn’t care what he did to her as long as she got her release. And she felt it building beautifully, euphorically. Her whole world centered in on this moment, and her heavy breathing gave away how close she already was.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Brady whispered in her ear.

“Close,” she groaned.

“How close?” His fingers slid in and out of her. His thumb circled her clit, drawing out the pleasure as long as he could.

Liz bit her lip, completely unable to answer him coherently. Her walls clamped around him, begging for what he was offering.

And then just like that he removed his hand, pushed her legs together, and straightened his suit to hide his erection. Her body protested the sudden movement. The climax hovering just at the brink was receding. Her eyes fluttered open and she began to protest, when the limo door flew open.

“Miss us?” Chris asked when his face appeared in the doorway.

Liz tried not to show how affected she was by what had just occurred. Chris’s eyes flickered between the two of them and he laughed as if he knew what had just happened while he had been gone.

“Hey!” Mollie cried, pushing past Chris and sliding into the limo. She was wearing a slim black halter dress that flared out around her knees, and strappy black heels. “You ready for the show?”

“We’re ready,” Brady said. He dropped his hand over Liz’s shoulders. “Aren’t we?”

“Very,” Liz responded. Son of a bitch.

“Awesome. I’ve seen this one, and it’s my absolute favorite. You’ll love it.”

Chris dropped in beside her, the driver closed the door, and then they were off again. Mollie poured herself some champagne and refilled Liz’s now-empty glass. Liz was going to need more than that to come down from her high.

They arrived at the theater and were directed to their own private box. Chris and Mollie stepped through the red curtain first, but Liz stopped Brady.

“Did you do all this?” she asked, gesturing around.

“If you mean taking my girlfriend out, then yes.”

“I mean . . . all of it . . . the limo, champagne, box seats . . .”

“Well, Chris and I agreed, but it was my suggestion,” he said with a shrug. “Do you not like it? You seemed to like it earlier in the limo.”

“No, I like it! And I liked the limo . . . though I wished you would have given me one more thing,” she said suggestively.

“What would that be?”

Liz ran her hands down the front of his suit. “I think you’ll have to figure it out later when we’re alone.”

“Who says I have to wait until we’re alone?” he asked, brushing his lips against her mouth.