Chapter 185

Lucien
It was the same all throughout the long, silent journey to the Club. He was aware of her with every pore of his body, his c*ck at half-mast, painful and hard within his immaculate trousers. He tried to concentrate on the messages landing on his phones, tried to read his emails but her alluring presence, her long hair with the fragrance of vanilla that brushed him as she moved, made his staff jump with excitement.
He was conscious that she was doing this deliberately, her small mischievous dimpled smiles, the full mouth with the plump lips glistening as she touched up her lipstick, the way she accidentally fell against him as the car swerved sharply, her full breasts pressing into his arm, her lovely face turned up to him apologetically…