Reid opened the door to the limo and gestured for me to get in, then climbed in beside me and shut the door behind him. We sat down in the leather seats, our bodies close to each other. All I could do was look into his eyes. That, and smile. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face, it seemed. I felt light and airy with Reid around, giddy just from being in his presence.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, studying my face with a smile.

I leaned in to kiss him, taking his mouth with mine. I put my hand to his cheek to pull his face closer, and he responded eagerly, scooting even closer to me on the seat. I couldn’t stop kissing him, tasting his mouth. I found my body shifting so that I was soon sitting on his lap, straddling his body. He was grinning, his hands on my hips as he pulled me against him. I could feel how hard his cock was beneath me, and my hips rubbed against him without thinking, letting him know exactly what I wanted—to be close to him, as close as possible. He chuckled and put his hands to my thighs, lifting my dress up and over my hips.

He pushed a button next to the door and there was a beeping sound.

“Yes?” came a voice over the intercom.

“Drive around for a little bit, would you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Reid smiled, taking my mouth in a kiss once more.

“Not so shy now, are you?” he asked when I put my hands to his chest, feeling the outline of his hard muscles beneath his shirt. I smirked at him and shook my head. I moaned when his hand brushed over the inside of my thigh to cup my pussy, which was already soaking wet through my panties, the fabric clinging to my sensitive folds. I felt every touch of his hand like fire on my skin.

“God,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “How do I get you to make that noise for me again?”

“Touch me,” I said softly, and he began to stroke my slit with the tip of his finger, barely brushing over my clit, touching it just enough to tease. He did it again, and I bit my lip, begging him for more with my eyes.

“Like this?” He began to rub my clit in circles with his thumb. I nodded at him, feeling overwhelmed with the simple pleasure of that touch alone. He smiled at me, kissed me again, and then switched our bodies in one swift movement so that I was on the seat instead of on his lap. He pulled his hand away from my pussy, and I pretended to pout. He grinned at me, leaning forward to suck my bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I’ll keep touching your little pussy as much as you want.”

His words made my breath catch in my chest, especially when he began to unbutton my dress. He unbuttoned it down to my waist and pulled the top open to reveal my breasts, which were small and bare underneath. I had always been sensitive about the size of my chest, but he looked at me as if I was beautiful and desirable, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking on it gently. I gave a soft sigh when he increased the pressure, the pleasure going straight from my breasts and down between my legs. He still wasn’t touching me there, but the way his mouth felt on my nipples was almost enough to satisfy me in the moment.

He put his hands to my hips then and pulled my panties down and off, spreading my legs so that he could gaze between them. I felt shy suddenly and tried to close my legs, blushing under his scrutiny, but he held them apart and looked up at my face.

“You are perfect,” he said, and I could tell that he meant every word he said. I smiled at him then and relaxed my body, keeping my legs apart for him as he began to stroke my outer lips gently with the tips of his fingers. That touch alone sent electricity through my entire body. I squirmed, feeling hot and ready, more than ready for what I knew he was going to do next. He brought his mouth close to my pussy and slowly licked it from top to bottom, his tongue dipping inside of me to gather the moisture and spread it in circles around my clit. I moaned loudly, too loudly, and knew the driver up front could hear me. I put my hand over my mouth, but he shook his head, pulling my hand away.

“I want to hear every noise you make,” he said, licking me again. “Don’t think about him.”

“Okay,” I breathed and then whimpered as he began to lap at my slit, his tongue moving up and down. His hands brushed over my thighs, teasing them, increasing my pleasure even more. He was licking me slowly, teasingly, not quite touching my clit every time.

“Reid,” I protested, after he had neglected to touch it for a few, very long minutes. I felt him smile against my lower lips. He lifted his face and looked up at me, his eyes bright, mouth glistening with my sex.

“Yes?” he asked, his voice mischievous. I knew my eyes were open wide, looking like I was begging. And I found myself doing just that.

“Please,” I whimpered. I bit my lip and stared at him. He held my eye while he brought his hand to my pussy, stroking it, then slipped two fingers deep inside my tight channel. I clenched around him, moaning as he began to curl them upward, hitting the sweet spot deep within me.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, and I nodded, unable to speak. He put his mouth back between my legs and sucked on my clit this time, paying close attention to it while he fucked me with his fingers. He flicked it with his tongue, teasing it over and over while I moaned continuously, my voice filling the limo. My hips squirmed, moving in rhythm with his fingers as I grinded against his face. He licked me eagerly, hungrily, and my pleasure built and built to a level it had never reached before.

I put my hands to the back of his head as I came, my hips bucking underneath him; he licked me through it, continuing to move his fingers inside of me even after my clit became too sensitive to touch, after the first orgasm. The second one hit me even harder and I cried out, my hips moving beyond control, my legs shaking. He pulled away then and crawled up over my body, tracing my lips with his wet fingers. I took them into my mouth and sucked them clean, then kissed him to share the taste, slipping my tongue against his. I reached down to unfasten his belt, but he stopped my hands, grinning against my lips.

“Not yet,” he said, chuckling, then kissed me again. I pouted but couldn’t help but smile. His grin was infectious, absolutely radiant. He buttoned my dress up for me and then pushed the button to tell the driver to head to the bakery. It was only a few minutes later that the car stopped as we pulled up to the curb.

He looked into my eyes, then nuzzled my jaw. He took my mouth in another kiss that lingered on and on, slow and deep and passionate. By the time we were finished and I got out of the car, I felt light and airy, like I was floating on a cloud.

“Good night, Sloane.”

“Good night,” I told him and watched as the limo pulled away before I went inside.