“Yes, Miss?”
“Will you be the driver all weekend?”
“Just for today, Miss.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Something I can do for you?”
“No, it’s nothing.I was just curious.”As Paul drove around the block, Abbie sent a quick text to Megan to let her know the change in plan.Megan had requested the text twice a day to make sure Abbie was safe.Nothing better than a best friend.
The limo turned onto the block of the hotel, and Paul expertly double parked in front.“Slide down and duck a little, if you will, Miss.”She followed his instruction as he jumped out to open the back door for Derek.
Derek came running out of the hotel, and Paul opened the car door while a hotel employee took their luggage from Derek and put it into the trunk of the limo.Derek waved at some fans across the street and hopped into the back seat.He saw her halfway on the floor in the middle of the limo and laughed.
Once the door was closed and Paul was back in the driver’s seat pulling away from the curb, Derek held his hand out to her.She took it and let him lift her up.“Paul, divider up, please.”
“Sir.”
The tinted glass slid into place, and Derek wrapped his arm around Abbie’s waist.“Hi.Sorry about that.”
“You don’t need to apologize.It’s...well, it’s your life.”
“Sometimes, but not all the time.”He nuzzled her neck.“How are you feeling?”
His breath on her neck was distracting.“Hmm?”
“Are you sore from last night?”
Her body ached in ways she hadn’t thought possible, but not from soreness.“Not really, no.”
“It’s a long drive to the house.Or so I’m told.”His lips brushed the sensitive spot on her neck.She shivered.
“I wonder what we’ll do to pass the time.”
Derek slipped his hand up her shirt and skimmed his fingers along her lower back.He licked and nipped the edge of her ear.“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.Scrabble, maybe.”
“Mm, no.I’ve never been very good at spelling.”Abbie wound her fingers through his hair and dipped her head back, to give him access to her throat.He followed her lead and left a trail of kisses down to her collarbone.
She pulled him up for a kiss and moaned at the feel of his lips against hers.The taste of him was intoxicating.Abbie was tiptoeing a slippery ledge, having sex without strings, but she wanted to let loose just this once.When would an opportunity like this happen again?Limo sex with Derek Hartley?
Derek trailed his fingers up her back and flitted along the edge of her bra.“Trivial Pursuit?”
“Actually, I’m pretty good at trivia.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.For example.”Abbie pulled away, and tugged her shirt over her head, revealing the black lace bra.“This opens in the front.”
The laugh from Derek was low, and it sent shivers up Abbie’s spine.“That’s an excellent piece of information to have.”
Derek’s gaze lingered, and Abbie moved to cover herself.
“Oh, no.Don’t do that.You’re...perfection.”Derek kissed her, long and deep.Need started to build in her again, and she rubbed her hips against him.Derek growled and put one hand on her bra.Without looking, he undid the mechanism, and slid his hand under the fabric to cup her breast.His fingers were gentle but sure in their attention to her already taut nipples.
“Derek...”Abbie was breathless, heat coursing through her veins.
“Yes, Abbie?”