Chapter 97 – Pleasing the Boss

And yes, I scream.

Mostly curse words, but I manage to personalize it with a few mentions of his name.

Only then does Hadrian lower my h*ps, resting them over the console bet**en the seats. I watch him through a cum-colored haze as he tears off his jacket then furiously gets his belt undone and his c**k out.

“I told myself I was going to eat you out until we got to my place, but I’m selfish, and I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“I can’t wait eith—” My sentence turns into a gasp as he drives into me. With my h*ps lifted on the console, he hits deep. Deeper than he’s ever been, and I swear he’s deeper than anyone has ever been inside me. It’s overwhelming, but in a good way—in the very best way—and I have to close my eyes. “Hadrian, it’s so much. It’s so, so much.”

“Look at me, Brystin.” His tone is so forceful, my lids pop open in surprise. “Don’t you dare look away.”

I level my gaze with his. I have to force my eyes to stay open as he grinds his pelvis, finding a sensitive spot inside me that feels so good, I can barely stay still through it. “Please,” I beg, unable to articulate what I need.

“Take it,” Hadrian demands. “I want you as ruined as I am.”

“I am. I am. Oh God.”

“Only me, right now, honeybee. I’m the one pleasing this p**sy right now. Such a greedy, greedy kitty, taking all of me like a good girl.”

He lifts my legs so they’re on his shoulders, then increases his tempo, jackhammering into me so fast that it takes me a second to realize the car is pulling over.

Fortunately, Hadrian is more aware than I am right now. Without easing up, he hits the intercom b**ton. “Keep driving,” he orders.

Immediately, the car swerves back into motion.

The driver has to know what’s happening back here, but I’m too lost in Hadrian to be embarrassed. Too lost in the pleasure. My eyes start to close again as another orgasm starts to build.

A smack on my th**h startles my eyes wide. “Look, Brystin. Watch what you do to me.”

Again, I lock eyes with him, and I’m suddenly transported to that first night in his bedroom at Adeline, when I stood there naked while he pleasured himself. He kept his eyes locked on mine then, ignoring the rest of my body, and I thought it had to be the power balance that had him so turned on.

Now, I see his gaze for what it is, see that he’s turned on by me. By all of me. Not just the parts of me that seem made for him, but my thoughts and my feelings. My inner workings. The independent parts of me that he can never truly own. The whole package.

This time I cry when I come. And I keep my eyes open so I can watch him be ruined right along with me.

Hadrian waits until we’ve cleaned up and our heart rates have settled before he tells the driver we’re ready to go home. With the console bet**en the seats, the car isn’t made for cuddling, but we’ve abandoned safety for the entire ride so far, so I don’t complain when Hadrian drags me into his lap.

He buries his face in my neck. “You good?”

“I’m real good.”

His grip tightens, and I almost say it, the three words that I have yet to say, but then we’re slowing down, and the car is pulling over, and it doesn’t feel like the right time anymore.

In the lobby of his apartment, before we head to the elevator, Hadrian pulls me with him to the concierge desk. “Brystin Shaw needs full access to my apartment,” he says. “Anytime she wants.”

“Yes, sir.” The older man’s eager-to-please tone shows he knows who he’s talking to, and he jumps to the task of updating the computer. “I need a copy of her ID for the files, and—”

Hadrian cuts him off. “Contact my assistant, André.”

“Yes, sir. Of course.”

I have a feeling that isn’t the normal protocol, but Seymours are above the rules. No wonder Hadrian is only just now learning how to play fair. It hits me then how much he’s trying to change for me, when he’s never had to change for anyone, and again, I almost tell him that I love him, but as nice as the concierge is, I don’t really need him present for a milestone that should be private.

In the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, Hadrian pulls me into his arms and k**ses me until I’m gasping for air.

Then we’re on his floor, walking into his apartment, and three steps in, I stop dead in my tracks. “Where’s all your stuff?”

The entryway hutch is still here, but the art above it is gone, as is the chair and the Oriental vase.

I glance toward Hadrian who gives a tight-l*pped shrug.

He follows behind me as I explore further. The couch is missing from the living room, and almost all the knickknacks are gone from the built-ins. The kitchen table is gone and the china cabinet is empty. Every room I look in has been cleared of at least half its items, except for the office and the gym.

Even in his bedroom, I find the mattress is still there, but it’s on the floor, and the dresser and nightstands are both gone, and all his personal items that used to be kept inside are stacked on the ground.

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