Chapter 18

The car was still humming softly when the silence between us finally settled. We had fucked in the restroom and in the car. My body was still humming too, in ways I couldn’t explain, in ways I didn’t dare think too much about. I was curled against Scott in the backseat, my head resting against his chest, my body aching in ways I didn’t want to think about. I could taste him, still feel the way his hand gripped me.

I couldn’t stop smiling. My lips were swollen, my hair a mess, and still I smiled. This strange, dizzying joy that came with the way he kept holding me as if I might disappear.

Scott hadn’t said much since. He didn’t need to. His hand remained wrapped around mine, strong and grounding, occasionally brushing his thumb over my skin and the top of my head. He sat back in his seat, his expression unreadable to anyone else. I could see the softness in his eyes.

When the car slowed and pulled into the private driveway of his building, reality began to creep back. The driver announced quietly.

“We’ve arrived, sir.”

My stomach fluttered. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until the driver pulled into the driveway.

Scott squeezed my hand once more as he looked down at me. “Ready?” he asked softly.

I swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.”

The driver stepped out quickly, opening my door first. I muttered a thank you and slid out, adjusting the hem of my dress, still a little unsteady on my legs. My heels clicked softly against the floor.

I adjusted my hair, trying to piece myself back together before stepping inside. But before I could take more than two steps toward the door, Scott was there. 

“Wait,” he murmured. His hand caught mine, pulling me back. I turned in surprise, and suddenly his arms were around me again. My breath hitched.

I let out a startled laugh as he lifted me effortlessly off the ground. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my arms clinging to his neck.

“Scott—” I gasped, but the word died as he bent down and kissed me.

It was deep, the kind that claimed me all over again. My hands fisted into his jacket as his mouth moved over mine, while he carried me toward the door.

‘Scott,” I whispered again, though it came out softer this time, broken by a laugh that slipped through my lips.

He didn’t answer, his mouth found mine instead. I melted instantly, kissing him back with the same desperate need that burned between us all night. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, my whole body arching closer to him.

The driver had long since turned away, wisely giving us privacy, but I didn’t care if the whole world was watching. My cheeks flushed.

The door opened, the hallway blurred, and before I could make sense of where we were, he kicked the bedroom door shut behind us. The next second, we were tumbling onto the bed together, laughter tangled with sighs as the mattress dipped beneath us. He stretched out beside me, his hands roaming over my arms, my waist, as if he needed to feel every inch of me again.

But this time, he didn’t kiss me.

Instead, he just held me, pressing his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard, our bodies tangled together. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart pounding. His hand slid up to brush my hair back, his thumb tracing along my temple.

“Tonight is by far the hottest night in my life,” he murmured finally, his voice hoarse. “You’re going to ruin me.”

I smiled. “Maybe you needed a little ruining.”

He chuckled. After a while, he pressed a final kiss to my cheek and pulled away slightly. “Stay here,” he said quietly, brushing his hand over my arm once more before standing.

I blinked at him, dazed. “Where are you going?”

He kissed my forehead. “To run us a bath.”

I nodded softly, watching him walk into the bathroom. I heard the sound of water running as he turned the taps. My chest tightened. I lay there for a while, my heart still spinning, before finally pushing myself up. My body felt heavy. Slowly, I rose from the bed as steam began to drift out from the bathroom doorway.

When he reappeared a few minutes later, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, the sight of him made my breath catch again. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on me.

“It’s ready,” he said.

I stood, hesitating only for a moment before I began to slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders. His gaze sharpened instantly, following every movement with focus. I pushed the fabric slowly down my body, letting it fall in a puddle at my feet.

He didn’t look away, not for a second.

My breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze, but I didn’t stop. I stepped out of the dress and unclasped my bra, letting it slip away. I could’ve slowly taken off my panties, but he took those off in the car and kept them in his pocket. So, I was naked before him.

“God, Sabrina,” he whispered, almost reverently.

I smiled shyly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Are you going to keep staring, or are you coming with me?”

That broke him from his trance. He moved quickly, tugging at his shirt and stripping it away. Piece by piece. I turned then, slipping into the tub, the steam wrapping around me instantly. I sighed as the water slid over my skin. Leaning back against the edge, I let my head fall, closing my eyes for a moment.

When I opened them again, he was there, watching me. His eyes were dark and unreadable.

“You’re very beautiful,” he said in a quiet voice.

I felt the flush rise in my cheeks as I sank deeper into the water, but I didn’t look away.

He stepped into the tub, lowering himself across from me. The water rippled between us, the heat rising. His legs brushed mine, sending ripples both through the water and through my body.

For a moment, we just sat there, looking at each other. Then he leaned forward, cupping my face with his wet hand, tilting me closer as we laced our fingers together. And we kissed.

Our lips met and lingered, our hands brushing under the water, exploring gently. I sighed into him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as I pulled him closer. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, kissing in the bath. My palm brushed against his crotch, and he was already as stone.

I pushed his cock down between my legs, shifting closer, giving me better access to my body. Scott stroked me from under the surface of the water line, even brushing the swells of my breast lightly, and then around my ass. He felt my hip and the start of my ass crack.

Slowly, he slid the tip of his cock back and forth along my slit as I wrapped my arms around him, moaning against his ear.

“You’re being so naughty,” he whispered.

He pressed his finger upward and stroked my clit as his cock sank fully inside me. Scott thrust upward while I lifted my hips to meet him, chasing release. The rhythm between us grew relentless and urgent as we fucked, and fucked, and fucked some more. With my head down and nearly touching the edge of the water, I spasmed around him with his cock buried deep inside me.