I moaned helplessly as he sucked against my bottom lip, shivering when his hand hoisted my skirt to palm my asscheek, giving a hard squeeze.
I melted against him as our lock got more out of control. I ran my lips to the corner of his mouth before dragging them to his Adam’s apple, licking back to his chin in a quivering breath.
The strong smell of his cologne, mixed with smoke, altered my senses.
A horn blasted through, and I blinked away from my reverie.
I hadn’t saddled Ares nor kissed him; I was still seated where I was, and our eyes were still doused in desire.
Ares’ gaze went back to the road, and I tried my best to calm my quivering body.
It was all in my head. What’s wrong with me?
The cars behind us roared with horns, the light had turned green, and Ares was yet to go.
But then the engine roared to life, tires screeching against the asphalt as it shot ahead.
"Please, please, please!" I mumbled under my breath as panic filled my lungs faster than the first time.
Ares kicked in gear again and blurred through the free road, and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for an imminent crash, but they flashed open soon right after, when I felt his hand on my thigh.
Rasping, I set my eyes on his side profile before leveling them to his hand. It just rested there without moving. I anticipated it would, completely forgetting we were speeding.
His hand moved, and I shamelessly parted my knees to get him to dive in.
What am I doing? I’m not enjoying this, am I?
He fondled, and my body clenched from a feeling. I pressed my back into the seat, my chest rising and falling heavily as the adrenaline coursed through my veins like fire.
I’m still overwhelmed by this wild ride, and adding his strokes to the mix was like playing with a volcano about to erupt.
I invited him more, my skirt hoisting with ease until his hand fingers grazed my panties, he rubbed against the damped area, and a soft sigh released from me.
I’m fucking wet and at this point I don’t care, I just want him to touch me.
I glanced his way, a silent plea in my eyes. He focused on the road, but for some reason, I could tell he could feel my desperation.
I thrust my hips forward, and more of his fingers pushed into me. I jolted when he moved it, giving soft rubs to the spot and stimulating me further.
"A-Ares..." I moaned lightly, writhing against my seat to feel him more.
His jaw clenched hard, and he retreated his hand, leaving me with a burn that wasn’t sated.
The car came to an abrupt stop, and I tried to catch my breath, a feeling flaring in my insides.
Annoyance.
When the doors lifted open, I stepped out quickly for air. I lingered at that spot, trying to collect myself, while hiding my vexation.
~☆~
Eating lunch at a five-star restaurant wasn’t the norm for me, but it was a cool experience, if only I could digest my food properly.
I lifted my gaze to Ares eating, and when he caught my stare, I brought mine back to my food, eager to cut my steak.
What happened in the car was too fresh not to speak about and ignore, so I set my cutlery down about speaking, but Ares’ phone rang.
He grabbed it, seeing the caller, and said. "Excuse me."
He pushed to his feet and walked to the corner to answer.
I kept my glare, refusing to look away. How dare he touch me like that only to leave me starving? I admit I wanted him to finish me off even though I shouldn’t.
Why did he stop?
I grabbed my glass and chugged the red wine in one go. I went back to cutting my streak and finally accomplished my feat, chewing against it with far too much mouth movement.
My heart skipped a beat when he walked back to his seat and ate in silence.
I have had enough.
"Are you attracted to me, Mr. King?" I asked boldly, setting my glass down.
Ares lifted his eyes off his plate and pinned those cold eyes. He smirked, leaning back to his seat and just observing me as if I had introduced a very fascinating topic.
"Well?" I urged, getting impatient.
"Yes."
Everything around me faded away, and I held my breath for a second before I blinked to ground myself.
"I’m attracted to you, Ms. Lane. Are you attracted to me?" he asked the question right back, holding my gaze in a way I couldn’t look away.
"No."
I went back to eating, and the stillness felt like something hung in the air.
I pushed to my feet, clenching my purse. "If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
His eyes followed me until I disappeared from view.
When I got to the restroom, I set my purse on the counter beside the sink and peered at the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes dazed like I had come down a high.
I thought back to his touch in the car, his eyes clear with desire, and ghostly sensations plagued me.
I heard a flush from the toilet, and I jolted back to reality, clearing my throat as I applied my lipstick.
Footsteps echoed behind me until a woman stood at the far corner washing her hands.
"Mrs. King."
I glanced her way. The woman had brunette hair with wispy bangs that framed her face. She wore a dark, fitted blazer with matching high-waisted pants and a silky brown blouse underneath.
"Do I know you?"
"No, you don’t, but I know you. I’m Jenna."
Jenna stretched out her hand, but I didn’t take it.
"Then it’s nice meeting you." I grabbed my purse to walk out, but her words stopped me.
"How much do you know about your husband, Mrs. King?"
I turned to her.
"We all know the Kings have owned this city for as long as its foundation. But we never asked the right questions. Who are the Kings, and what do they really stand for?"
My puzzled expression prompted a smile on her soft, nude lips.
She brought out her card for me to take. "Call me when you want answers to those questions."
I hesitantly took it, eyeing her until she left the restroom, before I looked back at the card.
Jenna Drew—Reporter, Midnight Times.