I fucking snort. Of course it’s named the goddamn Dollar Tree. “I could’ve,” I say, bringing my arm around her waist to lead her across the parking lot, “but not this time. This surprise has been in the works for several weeks.”
“Well, then. I can’t wait to see what it is.” She smiles so fucking beautifully it takes my goddamn breath and pulls her key fob from that cute little clutch, unlocking the doors and popping the back glass so I can drop her bags inside.
I’m fucking relieved when I finally get her tucked behind the wheel and we’re leaving this shopping mayhem in the rearview mirror, but it presents an entirely different kind of problem. My goddamn cock throbs as I watch her weave in and out of traffic like a fucking professional race car driver.
“Fuck, solare,” I murmur, pushing against my cock with a groan. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
She looks over, licking her lips for good measure. “Then let me see you.”
I almost explode right then as I scramble to get my zipper open. “Eyes on the road,” I command, and she obeys as I fist myself. “Pretend this car is my cock. Show me, baby. Show me how you want me to drive it.”
What follows is an erotic, high-speed journey through the streets of Chicago. She drives the fucking car with power and ferocity while I work myself over just as passionately in the passenger seat. It’s insanely hot, and as soon as I shoot my load into the carpet, I move in close to whisper dirty words in her ear while my fingers fuck her soaking pussy.
By the time we enter the tunnel, both of us are sporting goofy grins and totally fucking chill, until Cary’s bike appears behind us. “Where the fuck did he come from?” I snap, turning in my seat to glare at the lone headlight. Piper downshifts suddenly and pops the clutch, barking the tires as she swiftly slows the car. He almost rams us in the ass, and I huff a sudden laugh. “Serves him right. Nosy motherfucker.”
“Do you think he’s been out there this whole time?” she asks, casting her wide, wondering eyes my way.
“No fucking doubt, especially if Ivan knew we were going for a drive,” I say, leaning over to trail my hand up her thigh. “No worries, baby. Cary knows I’d gouge his fucking eyes out if he eavesdropped on anything personal between us. I’m sure he kept his distance.”
Her thighs tighten, trapping my hand between their muscled warmth. “Don’t start things we can’t finish,” she warns, casting me a naughty glance.
I flop back into my seat with a goofy fucking smile. “Do you know how much I love that you’re just as goddamn horny as me? I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.”
She whips the car into her parking slot and shuts off the engine, shifting to face me. “You’re beautiful, Dante. And complicated and awful and a lot of not so pleasant things, but I know all of that and despite it, you’re mine. All fucking mine, and I want you every second we’re together.”
Jesus. What is that burning at the back of my eyeballs? “I …”
“Shh,” she soothes, placing a finger over my lips. “No response needed.” She tilts her head to the side. “Can a girl get help with her door?”
“Right,” I mutter, scrambling out and hurrying around to lift her door. I’m slightly disoriented by the strange softness I feel over her declaration, but the sight of her behind the wheel sets me right again. I hold out my hand. “Miss Tate, if I may.”
She tosses her hair over her shoulder, her scent bombarding my senses, and takes my hand. “Thank you, Mr. Simone.”
I pull her up and into my arms, holding her close for a brief moment before releasing her and shifting us toward the two motherfuckers who’re approaching. “Cary.” I smirk, pulling Piper just a little closer to my side. “We weren’t aware you were tailing us today.”
He shrugs, palming the back of his neck. “I stayed at a good distance, and you even lost me on the way home. Glad to see you made it safely.”
“Right.” I grab Piper’s keys and toss them to him. “There are some bags in the trunk I’d like sent up to the penthouse, and the interior needs a thorough cleaning, especially the carpet.”
“This was your first ride, yeah?” he asks, his brows furrowing. “Did you spill something?”
“You could say that,” Piper replies, her smile fucking devious.
I chuckle and start leading her toward the elevator. We’re still in post-sex fashion, wearing messy clothes with sticky skin, but I can’t for the life of me find a fuck to give. The moment has come. It is now, and I feel it so deep inside me that the words are clawing inside my chest, screaming to be spoken.
I kiss her cheek as we await the elevator. “I’ll be right back. I need to speak with Riley for one second.”
As I leave her side, the constant pull from her body to mine feels like a magnet. I ache to be back at her side. I ache to attach us in way so permanent we can never be broken. I ache to be hers and for her to be mine.
“Riley,” I call from the doorway to his guard shack. “The studio. Is it ready? I can’t wait any longer.”
“They’re coming to polish the floors, but other than that, it’s good to go.” He’s quiet as he watches me waver, and before I can make the decision, he opens his small safe where my keys are kept and tosses me the velvet box. “It’s written all over your face. Go for it, Boss.”
I nod, shoving it into the
