Stuck-Up Suit(55)

I couldn’t help taking my hands and cupping Chloe’s cheeks. I didn’t want to scare her, but I’d been wanting to do it all night, and this was my last opportunity.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Will you come back?”

“You can count on that, Chloe.” No truer words had ever come out of my mouth. She was going to have a hell of a time ever trying to get rid of me.

***

TONIGHT HAD DEFINITELY GONE BETTER than I could have ever anticipated.

Back in the town car, the warm feeling inside of me was quickly replaced with worry when I checked my phone and realized that Soraya never responded to the picture I’d sent her. A sinking feeling came over me. It wasn’t like her not to respond to one of my texts.

I was an idiot.

A total f*cking dumbass.

I should have never sent that picture.

My heart started to pound. Should I leave her alone tonight or head to Brooklyn?

“Just park in front of the condo, Louis. I’m not sure yet where I’m headed.”

Just as the car came to a stop at my building, my phone buzzed with a text notification.

Sorry. I didn’t get this until now. My phone was charging in the other room. You look adorable in a boa. Glad things went well. I think I’m turning in early tonight. I feel a little under the weather. Talk tomorrow. xo Letting out a massive sigh of relief that she responded, I leaned my head back in the seat before rereading the message over again. I wasn’t sure whether to head to Brooklyn or not. She said she wasn’t feeling well. I picked up the phone and dialed her, but it went to voicemail. Was she ignoring my call or had she already gone to bed? Maybe she shut her ringer off. When the phone beeped to leave a message, I just started rambling.

“Hi, gorgeous. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. I just wanted to hear your voice before I turned in for the night. You’re probably already in bed. Tonight went well. I want you to meet her when you’re ready. But, Soraya, you need to know something. I don’t think I would have been ready for this if it weren’t for you. The man I was a few years ago is not the man I am now. I was a miserable person. Liam was the better father for her then. I’m convinced. But because of you, I’ll be the kind of father she deserves now. Because you’ve taught me so much about what’s important in life.”

I paused.

Fuck.

Tell her you love her. Just tell her.

“Soraya, I—”

BEEP.

The damn thing cut me off.





CHAPTER 21


SORAYA



I HADN’T NOTICED THE TOWN CAR parked at the curb outside of my building until the window rolled down, and his sexy voice caught my attention. “Wanna ride, beautiful?”

I sashayed to the dark car. “That depends. What kind of a ride are you offering, Mr. Big Prick?”

Catching me by surprise, Graham opened the door, tugged my arm and pulled me inside and across his lap in one swift movement. The playfulness of his action had me smiling, even though it was morning and I hadn’t had my second cup of coffee. That was a rarity.

I giggled, probably sounding like a schoolgirl, but couldn’t help myself. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to give my woman a lift to work.”

“Your woman? You sound like a caveman.” Which I secretly loved.

He buried his face in my neck and breathed in deep. When his breath whooshed out, I felt tension leave his body. “I missed you last night. You weren’t feeling well. Are you better today?”

“I am, actually. I thought I was starting to come down with something. But a good night’s sleep made me feel a lot better.”

“You know what else can make you feel better?” His right arm was across my lap keeping me pinned in place while his other hand started to sneak up my thigh. I was wearing a skirt allowing him easy access.

“Let me guess, your penis? Your penis can make me feel better?”

“Now that you mention it, I’m sure it would. But that’s not what I had in mind, actually.”

“It’s not?”

He shook his head slowly. “Actually, I’ve been fantasizing about how damn sexy you look when you come and I wanted to have the opportunity to watch you closely. I was thinking I’d like to finger f*ck you on the way to work today. When I’m inside of you, I’m too distracted to really study your face.”

“You want to study my face...” I twirled my finger around pointing in the general vicinity of my lap. “while you…”

“Finger f*ck you. Yes.”

I looked into Graham’s eyes. He was dead serious. Without unlocking our gaze, I spoke to his driver, “71st and York, please, Louis.”

Graham’s pupils dilated as he pushed the button for the privacy divider with a smile that was a delicious cross between wicked and delighted. He was dressed for work in his usual custom tailored suit, looking every inch the powerful businessman he was. Yet in that moment, the only business he was focused on was me. That look in itself aroused me. So when he kept me on his lap and spread my legs open, I was already wet for him. He didn’t have to work hard to get what he came for. Remarkably, feeling his eyes fixated on me the whole time didn’t make me self-conscious. Instead, it actually heightened what I was feeling by knowing he was getting off on watching me.