25. Lennie
TWENTY-FIVE
LENNIE
The next half hour seemed to drag on forever. I was so turned on that I thought I was going to burst into flames. To my surprise, Dante was casually talking to Buddha as if nothing had happened in the hallway ten minutes ago.
“How’s the search going for B’s sister?” Gwen asked, taking me out of my dirty thoughts.
We typically didn’t talk about work outside of the building for confidentiality's sake, but she was being careful enough, so I didn’t mind that she asked.
I took a long swig of my champagne, the bubbles sizzling down my throat.
Gwen let out a sigh. “That good, huh?”
I nodded my head and frowned. I was one of the best computer analytics and hacking personnel in the business.
However, for whatever reason, I was having the hardest time finding Badger’s sister.
Without forensics and more information, I was limited in what I could do.
My heart hurt for Badger. I knew what it was like to have your loved ones taken from you.
I wanted to ease her pain and return the one person that meant everything to her.
I checked my phone for the hundredth time. Five minutes left before I needed to meet Dante. I finished up my conversation and started to make my rounds of goodbyes. When I searched the room, there was no sign of him.
I grabbed my jacket from the coat check and made it outside into the brisk autumn air. As soon as I looked at the road, there was Dante standing outside his Jeep with the door open. I climbed into the warm vehicle as he closed the door behind me.
As he got in and put the car into drive, I was struck by nerves.
I had been telling myself I would avoid Dante, and now I was going home with him.
But I knew deep down that Dante wasn’t just some guy.
He was the guy. He was the epitome of my fantasies, and he was giving me what I wanted on a silver platter. Of course I had to take him up on it.
We crawled through the typical city traffic. The more time that passed, the antsier I became. Why did we have to live in a city where traffic was a thing?
Just move, people; I have a man to fuck! I thought. As if he could read my mind, Dante turned down a side road to bypass some of the traffic.
He placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a small squeeze and I placed mine on his, appreciating the way his touch soothed my rapid thoughts.
We finally made it out of the downtown area and into his neighborhood. I glanced over at him as he drove one-handed with ease. His chiseled jaw seemed sharper in the shadows of the night. I wanted to bite his neck and suck until I had left my mark on him so everyone knew he was mine.
As soon as he put his car in park, I pounced, leaping out of the passenger seat and climbing onto his lap.
He let out a grunt from the impact before shutting off the ignition and grabbing my hips. I pulled my dress up and rocked my wet pussy along his erection, letting out a moan when I rubbed my clit just right.
Dante bit his lower lip as he guided me across his length by my hips. I was getting close. The need to come was bubbling up inside of me, and I needed the release more than I needed to breathe.
Dante moved me faster, forcing my release. “Come, kitten.”
And that was all I needed to detonate. Specks of black filled my vision as I came all over Dante’s lap. I let out a cry of bliss before pressing my mouth to his once more. He bit my lower lip, sending another wave of ecstasy through me.
I wrapped my arms around Dante’s neck as he climbed out of the vehicle, holding my bare ass for support.
He made it inside the enormous house and up the stairs to his bedroom in no time. I wanted to go to his playroom, but I also didn’t want to push things with him. I wanted him to bring me there when he was ready.
As we entered his room, the smell of cedar and something uniquely him filled the air. Dante placed me on my feet in front of the bed and turned me around so my back was to his front. Slowly, he unzipped my dress and let it fall to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my red high heels.
Dante let out a curse before roaming his hands down my body. I arched into his touch, loving the feeling of his big hands on me. He cupped my breasts and began to knead the pebbled flesh.
“Get on the bed and lie on your stomach with your hands behind your back,” Dante demanded.
I obeyed, crawling on the bed and doing as he asked, placing my glasses on the nightstand. Then he climbed on the bed and did the unexpected.