Chapter 42 I shouldn't even be telling you this

• Amberleigh had just assumed Leo would take her back to the penthouse following her private fitting, but she noticed they headed to midtown instead. Even though the open windows were wreaking havoc on her hair, she couldn’t help but stick her head out the window just a bit to feel the air on her face. Like a fucking dog, though canines were certainly onto something with their choice sexual position, (Amber couldn’t decide if her favorite was doggie style or reverse cowgirl). It wasn’t something talked about much at the club, but rumor had it a certain Goddess tended to use dogs in her performance, dogs and peanut butter. Enough said.
• Of course, Amber imagined other things striking her face besides the air. Though now in her daydreams it was a mocha colored dick she imagined instead of vanilla. And she knew the man driving in the leather seat beside her, with his aviator shades on, had lots to do with her chocolate coated dreams of late.
• “I just wanted to thank you again Leo. That was awesome. Thanks for springing me. I needed to get out of there for a while.”