Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3 (Reasonable Doubt #3)(36)

Grabbing her ripped panties off the floor, I wiped her clean. Then I stuffed them into my pocket before taking my seat again.

“Is something wrong sir?” An usher stepped into our balcony. “I heard a disturbance.”

“A disturbance?” I looked at Aubrey then back at him. “No, I don’t think there was one here.”

“Are you sure?” he asked concerned. “What about you, Miss? Are you okay?”

“Yes sir.” Aubrey nodded, attempting to look as normal as possible. “I’m more than fine.”

He walked away, and within seconds, she seemingly transformed into the Aubrey I remembered from months ago, the one that was incapable of not asking questions.

Not that I minded, though.

By the first intermission she’d asked all that was possible about the play and leaned against me, whispering, “This is perfect, Andrew…Thank you.” And then she didn’t speak again until the show ended two hours later.

“The lead was amazing,” she said as the curtains closed. “I really felt all of his emotions in that last scene…”

“Me too.” I helped her into her coat. “Do you have a curfew? Any time that I need to get you back home?”

“I’m twenty two years old.”

“I’m well aware.” I rolled my eyes. “I found that out the hard way, thank you. I meant, do you have a few more hours to spend with me or do you have to get up early?”

“Not until the afternoon…”

“Good.” I led her out of the theater and signaled to the town-car driver across the street. “I want to take you somewhere else. Can I?”

“I would love that…”

I helped her into the town car and after I slid inside, she moved into my lap—pressing her lips against mine, whispering thanks once again.

Holding her close, I gave her a brief tour of my past as we drove through the city—grateful that the driver avoided driving by my former firm.

I showed her my favorite restaurants, my favorite places to relax, and a few places I would like to take her to before I left.

“We’ve arrived at the Waldorf Astoria, Mr. Hamilton.” The driver looked at us through the rearview mirror. “Will this be the final stop for the night?”

“Yes,” I said, noticing Aubrey narrowing her eyes at me.

“I thought you said—”

“Relax…” I kissed her forehead. “This is where I’ve been living since I flew here.”

“Oh…”

I took her hand and walked her through the lobby and onto the elevator that led to the roof.

Opening the doors, I noticed everything was set up exactly as I asked: A lone white clothed table sat in front of a dancing fire, soft lights hung in waves across the trellis, and through the falling snow, the words “I’m sorry” twinkled against the building directly across from us.

“This is so beautiful, Andrew…” she said, looking around. “When did you change your mind about dinner?”

“I didn’t.” I pulled out her chair and uncovered the platter of chocolate and vanilla covered strawberries. “It’s dessert.”

“Did you think of all this yourself?”

“I did.” I sat next to her and put my arms around her shoulders.

“You know,” she said, “typically on a date the two people sit across from each other.”

“Did you miss the memo about me making sure that I wouldn’t treat you like any other date?”

“Not at all.” Her mouth was on mine within seconds and my hands found their way into her hair.

Pulling her forward, I bit her lips and looked into her eyes.

She was silently telling me to take things further, rubbing her hand against my cock.

“Stop touching me, Aubrey,” I whispered, warning her. “I’m not going to be able to be a gentleman anymore if you don’t stop…” I stood up and walked to the door, giving myself some space. “I’m trying to prove to you that I can get through a date without f**king you…”

She followed me, smiling. “I’m pretty sure you already failed at that…” She threaded her fingers through my hair and hastily unbuttoned my shirt.

I wedged my knee between her legs and slid a hand across her thighs, sighing as I felt how wet she was.

“Aubrey…” I groaned as she reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom. “I can wait…”

“I can’t.” She freed my c**k from my pants and rolled the condom onto me without letting my lips go.

I secured my arms around her waist and lifting her up, carrying her over to the rooftop’s railing. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your pu**y.” I kissed her lips. “And your mouth.”

“Is that all you miss?” Her hands went around my neck.

“If it was, then we wouldn’t be here right now.” I slowly slid inside of her, filling her inch by inch, staring into her eyes as I remembered just how good she f**king felt.

Without saying another word, I slid my hands down to her sides and moved her up and down—groaning as her pu**y gripped me tighter and tighter with every stroke.

Her lips found their way to mine, and neither of us let go—grinding into each other as a second light snow fell over us.