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With Bash, I found a comfort I hadn't known I was craving. His touch was grounding, his words were a soothing balm to my frantic heart. But beyond that, there was the shared understanding between us–we were in this together, whatever 'this' entailed.
With him by my side, I felt like we could face any storm.
"Promise?" My voice trembled slightly as I looked up into his eyes.
"Promise," he echoed, giving me a small smile before pulling me into a comforting embrace. I rested my head against his chest, his heartbeat steady and calming beneath my ear. "Do you want me to make you forget?"
I picked my head up to look into his eyes. "Yes."
His smile turned wicked as he swept me up in his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Then let me make you forget," he whispered against my lips before he crushed them with his, swallowing my moan as his hands roamed over my back.
His fingers traced the lines of my spine down to the curve of my waist, pulling me closer till there was no space left between us. I gasped into his mouth as he walked us towards the bed, never breaking our kiss. He laid me down gently, hovering above me as his hand trailed up my thigh, his breath hitching when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties under my dress.
I grinned up at him beneath hooded lids, a surge of desire coursing through me at the sight of his darkened eyes. He growled low in his throat, a predatory glint in his gaze that sent shivers tracking down my spine. "Tease," he muttered against my lips.
"Aren't we going to be late?" I asked.
"Is that a challenge? I can make you come in a minute."
I grinned at him, pulling him closer to me. "I'd like to see you try."
His lips instantly found mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I moaned as he pulled my dress up, his hand travelling up my thigh towards my core. His fingers brushed against me, causing me to twitch in anticipation. He chuckled against my lips, the sound dark and promising.
"Ready?" he murmured against my skin. I could only nod in response, lost in the electric connection between us. He took a moment to savor the expression on my face before his fingers sank into me.
I gasped, clutching onto him as he began moving his fingers expertly. Every thrust, every brush against that sensitive spot inside of me drew out gasps and moans from me. He watched me unravel beneath him with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"God, you're so wet," he said. "So tight."
His other hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as his fingers continued their torture. My breath hitched as a warmth spread from my core–a feeling that was all too familiar. "Bash," I gasped, clutching at his shoulders.
"That wasn't even thirty seconds," he said.
He leaned down to capture my lips with his again, muffling my cries as he pushed me over the edge. The world exploded around me, colors and sounds blurring together as I came undone beneath him.
As my breathing finally started to return to normal, he gently pulled his fingers out of me, bringing them to his lips to taste. His eyes bore into mine as he licked them clean, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Told you," he said with a cocky grin.
"What about you?" I asked.
He grabbed my hand, put it on his hardened cock. "You make me crazy," he said. "So you're going to blow me in the car."
"What?"
He didn't give me time to answer him. Instead, he swooped down and captured my lips in a heated kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more. He pulled back, his eyes intense as they roamed over my face.
"You heard me," he said simply as he helped me to my feet and fixed my disheveled dress. Despite the lingering fog of passion clouding my mind, I felt a shiver of anticipation. Bash being dominant was a sight to behold–it turned me on more than I would ever admit.
With one last lingering kiss, we finally left our room, our hands entangled together naturally. We took the elevator to the garage, his grip on my hand tight and protective. I leaned into him, my body humming with the afterglow of our moment upstairs. The familiar burn of desire was still there, simmering beneath my skin, ready to ignite at his touch.
I slid into the passenger seat, Bash taking his place behind the wheel a moment later. As we pulled out of the garage, he placed his hand on my thigh, creating a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. With the quiet hum of the engine and the soft glow of streetlights passing by, the car felt like our own private world.
His hand slid up my dress again, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Remember our deal?" he asked with a teasing grin, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"You have to watch the road."
"You worry about your job, darlin', I'll worry about mine."
I gave a soft chuckle, heat flooding my cheeks. "You really want to do this now?" I asked, glancing at him.