Meeting Aunt Carol

~ Thea's POV

After I had spilled all the beans to Stellan about the kind of fantasies I had, he made a promise he had yet to fulfill.

And now every single hour that passed by, my pussy would ache.

The restaurant Aunt Carol had chosen was exactly the kind of place she loved, pretentious, overly air-conditioned, and filled with people who were more interested in being seen than eating the food.

Gross.

Le Jardin was a wash of white tablecloths and hushed whispers. I stood at the entrance, smoothing down the front of the modest navy dress I had chosen for the occasion. It was demure, respectable, and the kind of thing my aunt worshipped.

And I didn't.

Underneath the high neckline, my skin was still sensitive from where Stellan’s beard had grazed me this morning, and underneath my skirt, my thighs still ached from Stellan's grip.

It's crazy how much we have been fucking like mad dogs and I didn't care one bit that I want it to continue.

I checked my phone one last time.

Stellan: The Driver