Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“I won’t be late tonight,” he murmured.
“Good.” I swirled my tongue around his cock and pushed the head of him against the roof of my mouth.
He tensed up a bit and shook his head, then pushed himself up on his elbows. “Don’t make me hard. You’re too good at that.”
I kissed the tip. “What if I don’t obey like a good little boy?”
His gaze darkened, and he raked his teeth over his bottom lip. “You’re a fantasy come true. And you want as much sex as I do.”
I had noticed that he was freaking insatiable for his age. I’d read about it too. It wasn’t uncommon for autistic people to be kinky or hypersexual, and Gideon certainly ticked both boxes. Speaking of, we should start living out a few of his fantasies. He had no issues talking about them.
The problem was, most of his fantasies took place in public. Gideon definitely had an exhibitionist in him.
“Do you wanna play with me in public tonight?” I asked, licking the length of his cock.
He groaned and fell back against his pillow again, and I couldn’t help but grin victoriously. I loved having this effect on him.
“What do you suggest?” He scrubbed his hands over his face.
He was getting hard too.
“Wait,” he said. “I know what we’re going to do. Leave it to me.” He pushed himself up once more and gestured for me to crawl over him. “Do you mind if people see you?”
I quirked a brow and straddled his stomach. “I’m not shy, if that’s what you’re asking.” Truth be told, I wanted the surprise. “Don’t tell me anything.” I leaned down and kissed him softly. “If I have any problems with anything, I’ll let you know.”
“Good.” He squeezed my ass tightly and kissed me back. “The filthier, the better.”
I shivered as he grazed his middle finger over my opening. “Downright obscene, Daddy.”
“Mmm, role-play…” He groaned and flipped me over. A somersault rocked my stomach as my back hit the mattress. “Maybe I need you one more time before I leave.”
Maybe I needed him too. Another round, I meant. Not him.
When I took the elevator down to the street that night, I gave myself a pep talk after the minor nervous breakdown I’d had getting out of the shower earlier. Okay, it was possible I was being a drama queen, but this was something else. This was new. I’d spent three weeks in bed with Gideon, a mysterious rich dude with a perverted mind and some sort of confusion about his sexuality, and now I was leaving the apartment building to go somewhere with him.
I’d even paused to consider and reconsider what to wear, and that just wasn’t me.
I wasn’t uncultured; I’d had dates in restaurants with food that cost more than rent, and I wasn’t a stranger to dressing up. But unless there was a dress code, I wore jeans and band tees.
I’d opted for a black Henley tonight. Anthony had given it to me because it’d been too tight for him.
I shouldn’t be nervous. Based on the fantasies Gideon had talked about, we were either going for a dirty ride in his car, or we were going to a bar. Actually, there was a possibility we were going to an adult store too, though I wasn’t sure he’d go for that yet. On the other hand, maybe that would be easier than a bar. At a bar, he’d have to pretend to converse with me, and that could get personal. God forbid.
I stepped out of the elevator and zipped up my jacket. At the end of the fifteen-or-so-feet-long hallway, I saw him. On the other side of the door, rather. He was leaning back against the car door, a car that didn’t belong to him. He’d texted me earlier to let me know he’d be using Tina’s chauffeur service, meaning we’d have a driver who got paid to keep his mouth shut, regardless of what he saw in the back seat.
I’d gotten the impression that Gideon wasn’t unfamiliar with personal drivers, but I understood why he wouldn’t use one of his own tonight. I wasn’t sure, though. It was just another one of my theories about his private life. But yeah, I bet he had a driver. He was that kind of man.
Here we go.
Gideon glanced up from the sidewalk as I exited the building, and he flashed me a smirk tinged with nerves.
It settled some of mine.
“Imagine doing this with a sleep mask,” I said.
His eyes flashed with humor. Then he opened the door for me. “Take a ride with me.”
Yes, sir.
I climbed into the black SUV and immediately recognized the driver. We exchanged a subtle nod. He’d been working for Tina back in the day, too.
The back seat was…spacious. There was enough room for me to kneel at Gideon’s feet if he wanted me to.