“Adrian.” She says my name as if she’s begging.
“Come for me. You’re such a good fucking slut for me, taking whatever I give you.”
“Oh my fuck,” she says as her hands grip my thigh, her back arches and she cries out her pleasure into my suit pants, burying her head there and leaving my cock aching with need.
When she spasms around my fingers, I swear it takes all of me not to come undone with her.
“Good girl.” The praise comes with deeper, calming breaths and she pushes herself up with chaotic ones of her own.
She glances down at my erection as I pull out a tissue to clean up after her release. I save my fingers for last.
The moment it looks like she’s going to attend to me, I tell her to wait. “When we stop, I want my cock buried inside of you.” Surprise lights her eyes. With her lips still parted, I run my thumb along her bottom lip. “As good as your mouth is, I think I’d rather bring you to the edge again.”
And that’s exactly what I do. I fuck her hard enough to rock the car in the dock’s parking lot after asking Noah to take a walk so we could have a moment. I have her bite down on the leather to keep her as quiet as she can be.
It’s much darker with the short hour it’s taken to get to the dock, and cooler by the Hudson River. As I open the car door for Suzette, silently thanking Noah for parking in a rather private area of the lot, the breeze sweets by us.
“I don’t think I’ve ever taken a tour of New York at night on a cruise ship,” Suzette comments softly as she steps out, her hand in mine. Her heels click on the pavement and she looks out toward the harbor.
I can barely focus on what she’s said as the chill sweeps by us. “Do you have a jacket?”
“I wasn’t expecting to come out tonight.”
“I’ll have Noah deliver one.” The moment I’ve shut the door, I slip off my jacket that’s far too large for her and wrap it around her shoulders.
“You don’t have to,” she says as she shakes her head, her locks falling down her shoulders as she does. She smiles up at me with a sweet, sated look on her face. “But I appreciate it.”
With my arm wrapped around her back, I hum in response and search the dock for Trent’s ship.
From where we’re standing, I’m not sure which ship is his and we’re where we should start.
“And they say chivalry is dead,” she teases.
Without thinking much of it, I murmur, “If I’m going to fuck you in the back of my car, I can at least make sure you’re comfortable after.”
“And to think I just called you a gentleman.”
“Mr. Bradford,” Noah says behind me, clearing his throat.
If I could experience shame, I’m certain I’d feel it at this moment. “Noah,” I say and turn to face him, not missing the glee that shines in her devilish eyes. “I was just about to message you.
“If you could see to it, Ms. Parks doesn’t have a jacket this evening. Very much my fault.”
“Say no more, sir.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you so much,” Suzette speaks up, “but truly—”
“Truly you will be cold once we set off, and as much as I adore you in my jacket I’m not sure it’s the look you’ll be going for.”
There’s a pause where Suzette stares back at me, and I wonder if my little vixen is going to fight me on something so simple.
“Mr. Weston is near the northern end, I believe,” Noah speaks before she can object. “His wife Laura is hard to miss tonight. And I’ll see to it that there’s a jacket on your shoulders that’s more suitable, Ms. Parks.” With a nod, he’s off before Suzette can object. I make a mental note to give Noah a bonus for his discretion.
“You don’t have to buy me things.”
“It’s a jacket,” I state as if it’s nothing.
“Come, the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline are waiting for us.”
“It’s why I love the city,” she says and there’s an awe in her tone that draws me closer. With my hand on the small of her back, she leans in closer. I fucking love it. Those walls of hers are crumbling down.
“The skyline?”
“How bright it is at night. How beautiful and lively.”
“It is the city that never sleeps.” Walking toward the railing, we take a moment to appreciate the towering steel lit with shades of blue and yellow lights. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum in agreement, watching her take in the view as the water crashes beneath us.
“I’ve never taken a tour of the city via cruise either. If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t.”
Peeking up at me, Suzette questions, “You wouldn’t have come?”
“I would have, and I would have made the deal before the ship left. It’s the same with the galas and charity balls and all of these … social gatherings. I stay at the bar, I meet and greet who I must and then I leave.”
“All work and no play,” she comments, her eyes locked on mine. There’s a softness tonight I only got glimpses of before.
“Would you like to wait here for your jacket, or meet the hosts for the evening?”
“I think we should get on with it,” she answers, shedding my jacket from her shoulders.
“That’s not going to happen.” I scold her lightly, slipping the jacket into place. “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a jacket while you shiver.”
“I won’t shiver.” The wind rushes by in that moment, as if to prove she’s a liar.
A rough chuckle leaves me and I give her the option again. “We can wait here if you’d like or if you don’t mind wearing my jacket for a moment, we can start the night.”
“I think I don’t mind either way,” she says softly, staring up at me like she was before, although her gaze is ripped away the moment I hear my name in the distance.
“There you are!” Trent calls out.
“Well,” Suzette whispers, “I suppose your jacket will do for now.”
Suzette
The boat cuts through the river below us as the skyline rises above. The bright lights twinkle against the black sky. Up close, it’s intimidating but there’s still something elegant about those tall buildings.
The air at the bow of the boat is crisp and clean. With both of my hands holding the railing, I breathe in deep, grateful for a moment alone after the last hour of socializing. My cheeks hurt from the constant smiling. I laugh when it’s appropriate and keep everything light. This isn’t my first time at a gathering that’s … out of my league.
I’m sure it’s obvious that I don’t quite fit in, but it’s gone well as far as I can tell. Champagne flutes clinked as we worked through the crowd, and the small gathering of women mostly gossiped about social circles I’m not privy to.
Most notably, the view is stunning.
I grew up in New York, but not in the city. I knew the dream of it, breathed in the hope of what NYC offers. I believe in this city. It will never cease to amaze me.