Forbidden Love

13

Lourde

It was like someone had lifted a weight off my shoulders, and I felt fucking free. Freer than ever before. And by the carefree boyish expression on Barrett’s face, he felt it too. I squeezed his hand on my thigh, watching him paddle shift gears and glide along Park Avenue, but instead of taking a right to my place, he kept going straight.

Elated, the news was finally out, and we didn’t have to hide from anyone, it took me a while to register we had veered off course. “Where are we going?” I asked.

“I think we should celebrate, don’t you?” His hand trailed up my thigh, his fingers skirting the fabric of my thong.

“What did you have in mind?” I breathed out in a whisper of a breath.

“I want to take you away for the night.”

“Now?” I gazed up at him in surprise, and his grin appeared wider on his golden-colored complexion.

“I have nothing with me, and tomorrow morning, I have a meeting with the kitchen contractors.”

“Olivia can handle it. Anyway, I’ll have you back by ten.” His fingers toyed with the lace of my thong. My skin tingled and popped with goosebumps, and it took me a minute to remember what we were talking about.

“Are you sure?” I asked, not giving two fucks about any kitchen contractors whatsoever at this point.

“Positive. My housekeeper will organize clothes and everything else you need so you can just relax.”

“What if I don’t want to relax?” A husky voice escaped me.

His finger dipped underneath the lace, his finger rubbing over my fold.

“Barrett.” I breathed. “I don’t want to crash.”

He laughed like I was crazy, but fuck me, if his fingers kept circling my nub like that, I was about to explode on his leather seat.

“I want to fuck you into the night, Lourde.”

“I’d like that,” I said, crossing my legs and absorbing every moment of his touch. The lights turned red and fuck, thank God for tinted windows because he was nipping and sucking at my neck and collarbone while finger-fucking me hard.

He groaned out. “You’re always so wet for me, dollface.”

A tent peeked in his pants, and I imagined licking and stroking him with my tongue.

I closed my eyes, feeling the roar of the engine and the pull into the seat as we sped away. My thighs tensed, and I groaned out as he filled me again, dragging my wetness to my nub as I clenched around him.

Opening my eyes, I turned to find him grinning.

“You are one wicked man, Barrett Black.”

“Never said I wasn’t.” His grin wavered momentarily before he returned his gaze to the road.

I pulled my dress back down, and when I looked up, we were downtown, pulling into the heliport.

“Oh, are we going to the Hamptons?”

“Yes, we are. What better way to celebrate than where it all began?”

I was ecstatic. Could this day get any better?

He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. “After you, Ms. Diamond,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips and swatting my ass.

I turned to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and didn’t care who saw us. Brushing my lips across his, I kissed him as he pulled me into his chest.

He groaned out. “I think this helicopter ride will be torture, knowing I can’t spread your legs and hear you scream my name.”

I bit down on my lip, the familiar ache between my legs responding to his dirty words. “Well, what is it they say? Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?”

“It’s not absence if I have to look at you across from the chopper now, is it?” Half-hooded eyes trailed my body from head to toe, then back up at me.

“Come now, I’m sure you don’t want to make the front page of the news with public indecency.”

“I wouldn’t give a fuck if it was with you.” He squeezed my ass, and I let out a yelp.

“Barrett!” I tsked out, but he was right. I couldn’t wait for his hands all over my body too. This chopper ride couldn’t go quick enough.

We walked past the entry, and Barrett greeted the staff at the heliport. A woman dressed in a maroon and white suit behind the counter stared from Barrett to me, trying miserably to conceal her surprise at the sight of us. “Everything is ready for you, Mr. Black,” she said, signaling us through the double-glazed security doors.

“Thank you,” he said, and we walked out onto the tarmac holding hands.

As far as helicopters go, this one was very nice. Okay, so I wasn’t actually referring to the Sikorsky S-76 but rather how Barrett dragged his fingers into my folds while we were flying over the Long Island Sound and gave me fucking orgasm after orgasm. But believing in delayed gratification, he wouldn't let me return the favor.

As the helicopter was preparing to land, I turned to him. Something had been on my mind since lunch. “Are you going to tell me what Dad said when he took you into the den?”

“You’re a clever girl, Lourde. Take a guess.”