A Leap of Faith by T. Gephart

the cakes.” I beamed as I watched Alex carefully picked up the cardboard box to carry out to the car.
    “You never cease to amaze me.” Alex whispered as he kissed the top of my head.
    “Well at least then I don’t have to worry about you being bored!” I whispered back.
    “Not a chance,” Alex affirmed as he strode purposely through the door. I grabbed my handbag and Hannah’s present as I followed close behind.
    We walked silently to the elevator, Alex’s eyes were clouded. He kept them cast down, pensively inspecting the delicate contents of the box he carried.
    I wasn’t sure what the big deal was, they were just cupcakes and I’d made them from a packet (not that I would be broadcasting that fact) but it seemed that the small gesture really affected Alex.  I wanted to press him further on this but all too soon the loud DING of the elevator alerted us that we had arrived in the basement garage.
    His beautiful silver Maserati came into view as we rounded the corner of the parking garage. It looked like it had been freshly washed and polished as it shone from every angle under the bright glow of the halogen lights. Mmmmmmm that car got me every time. It was the perfect car for him - sleek, sexy and powerful.  I smiled as we approached it, the gleam of the shiny chrome accentu ating its elegant curves.
    “You really have a thing for this car, don’t you?” smiled Alex as he pressed the remote, flicking the central locking open.
    “Mmmmmmm it turns me on,” I chuckled as I moistened my lips with the tip of my tongue.
    Alex gently placed the box on the hood of the Maserati before turning to me, his eyes clouded with lust.
    “You really are trying to kill me tonight. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just take you right here on the hood of this car?”
    I ran my hands over his strong arms, his muscles tensing under my touch.
    “Not now. Later I’ll let you take me any way you want.” I panted, not entirely convinced that letting him have his way right now wasn’t a good idea.
    I felt him twitch beneath my hands, he closed his eyes and let a out long slow breath.  He repeated with another slow, deliberate breath before opening his eyes and moving to the side of the car and opening my door for me.
    As I moved to the door, the flowing fabric of my dress blew feebly in the slight breeze of the garage. I paused to look at him, his beautiful angular jaw tensed as I sank into to the low seat of his car, the skirt of my dress blowing open to reveal almost my entire bare thigh.
    A low groan emanated from his throat as he watched me fasten the complex five piece harness before I placed my handbag and beautifully wrapped box on the pristine carpeted floor in front of me.  Alex handed me the cupcake laden box for me to place on my knee before he fastidiously closed the door and walked to the driver’s side of the car and slid into his own seat.
    The roar of the engine sent tiny vibrations through the seats and into my core as he fastened his own harness and turned on the lights.
    I wrapped my hands around the box in my lap, trying to keep my breathing level as his intoxicating scent filled the interior. Mmmmmmm my eyes slowly closed shut as I took it in, he was in every sense of the word... breathtaking.
    “Drive fast,” I moaned as I felt the heat in my body rise.
    I wanted him, I knew that in the coming weeks we would be on tight time schedules, in and out of hotels and flying between different cities and countries. While we would be together, our free time would be limited and limits were not something that either of us were able to apply to each other. 
    Alex pulled out into the busy Manhattan traffic. The power of the Maserati protested under the congestion of the city streets. We navigated through the busy traffic, the sights and sounds of the bustling city were slowly left behind in our rear version mirror.
    All too soon we were traveling up the familiar long, drive way. James and Hannah’s stunning