behind him.
“Actually, I’m not much of a breakfast eater. Give me a cup
of tea and I’m fine until lunch. But thanks for the offer, anyway.”
Darius met her gaze. “You’re mad at me.”
She shook her head. “Not really. I’d say it’s more like
annoyed. I don’t like being left in the lurch like that.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against his
chest. “I’m sorry. I tried everything in my power to make it, but it didn’t
happen. I wasn’t happy about it, believe me. I’d looked forward to being with
you again. I missed not showing you my bed.”
Brisa put her hands on Darius’ chest and smiled. “Yeah, you
were going to do that.”
He bent his head and brushed his lips across hers. “Do you
think you can forgive me enough to come and see it now?”
Her heart rate increased at the thought of what they’d do in
his bed. It looked as if she’d get some apology sex, after all. “Hmm, I think I
can be persuaded.”
“Maybe this will help.”
Darius took her mouth fully. He held her tighter as he
pushed his tongue past her lips, twining it with hers. Pressed against him from
chest to knees, Brisa felt how hard his cock was. Her pussy clenched in
reaction as a surge of arousal shot through her. She wanted him, there was no
denying that.
After another minute, Darius lifted his head. “Well?”
It took Brisa a few seconds to understand what he asked.
“Oh, I’d say that definitely helped.”
“Good, because if I have to do more persuading we’ll never
get out of here.”
A shiver of anticipation ran down Brisa’s back. “Should I go
pack an overnight bag?”
“Make it for two nights.”
Brisa left Darius standing at the door and rushed to her
bedroom. She made short work of throwing what she needed into the athletic bag
she’d used the night before. She stopped at the bathroom to get her toothbrush
before she returned to Darius.
“All set,” she said.
He took the bag from her and opened the door. Darius waited
in the hallway as Brisa locked it behind her. He took her hand, linking their
fingers together, as he guided her over to the elevators.
Once they were outside, he led her to the visitors parking
lot. Not seeing Darius’ car, but noticing he walked toward a motorcycle, Brisa
had to force herself to keep following him.
She swallowed when Darius unlocked a helmet from the side of
the bike and handed it to her. She gave him a weak smile. “You aren’t driving
your car,” she said, stating the obvious.
“With the craziness of last night, the driver’s side window
was smashed. I have to take it in to get repaired.”
“Maybe I should drive my car and follow you.”
Darius gave her a crooked smile. “Don’t tell me you’re
afraid to ride on a motorcycle.”
“Well, maybe a little. They can be dangerous.”
“Only if you don’t know what you’re doing. You have nothing
to worry about. I’m a good driver.”
“What about my bag?”
He took it from her and put the strap over his head so it
lay diagonally across his chest. “It can sit on my lap.”
“Darius, I really don’t know.”
He kissed the tip of her nose as he took the helmet she
still held. He placed it on her head and did the strap up under her chin.
“You’ll be fine, Brisa. Just put your arms around my waist and hold on tight.”
She watched him get the second helmet and put it on. He
climbed onto the bike and adjusted her bag so it was in front of him. Darius
patted the seat behind him. Taking a deep breath for courage, hoping he was as
good a driver as he’d said, Brisa sat at his back. She put her arms around his
waist, locking her hands together. He put up the kickstand, and with a press of
a button, started the bike’s engine. As he drove out of the lot, she held on
for dear life.
After they’d driven down a few streets, Brisa forced herself
to watch the scenery go by. Being on the back of the motorcycle wasn’t as scary
as she’d thought it would be. Mostly
“Actually, I’m not much of a breakfast eater. Give me a cup
of tea and I’m fine until lunch. But thanks for the offer, anyway.”
Darius met her gaze. “You’re mad at me.”
She shook her head. “Not really. I’d say it’s more like
annoyed. I don’t like being left in the lurch like that.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against his
chest. “I’m sorry. I tried everything in my power to make it, but it didn’t
happen. I wasn’t happy about it, believe me. I’d looked forward to being with
you again. I missed not showing you my bed.”
Brisa put her hands on Darius’ chest and smiled. “Yeah, you
were going to do that.”
He bent his head and brushed his lips across hers. “Do you
think you can forgive me enough to come and see it now?”
Her heart rate increased at the thought of what they’d do in
his bed. It looked as if she’d get some apology sex, after all. “Hmm, I think I
can be persuaded.”
“Maybe this will help.”
Darius took her mouth fully. He held her tighter as he
pushed his tongue past her lips, twining it with hers. Pressed against him from
chest to knees, Brisa felt how hard his cock was. Her pussy clenched in
reaction as a surge of arousal shot through her. She wanted him, there was no
denying that.
After another minute, Darius lifted his head. “Well?”
It took Brisa a few seconds to understand what he asked.
“Oh, I’d say that definitely helped.”
“Good, because if I have to do more persuading we’ll never
get out of here.”
A shiver of anticipation ran down Brisa’s back. “Should I go
pack an overnight bag?”
“Make it for two nights.”
Brisa left Darius standing at the door and rushed to her
bedroom. She made short work of throwing what she needed into the athletic bag
she’d used the night before. She stopped at the bathroom to get her toothbrush
before she returned to Darius.
“All set,” she said.
He took the bag from her and opened the door. Darius waited
in the hallway as Brisa locked it behind her. He took her hand, linking their
fingers together, as he guided her over to the elevators.
Once they were outside, he led her to the visitors parking
lot. Not seeing Darius’ car, but noticing he walked toward a motorcycle, Brisa
had to force herself to keep following him.
She swallowed when Darius unlocked a helmet from the side of
the bike and handed it to her. She gave him a weak smile. “You aren’t driving
your car,” she said, stating the obvious.
“With the craziness of last night, the driver’s side window
was smashed. I have to take it in to get repaired.”
“Maybe I should drive my car and follow you.”
Darius gave her a crooked smile. “Don’t tell me you’re
afraid to ride on a motorcycle.”
“Well, maybe a little. They can be dangerous.”
“Only if you don’t know what you’re doing. You have nothing
to worry about. I’m a good driver.”
“What about my bag?”
He took it from her and put the strap over his head so it
lay diagonally across his chest. “It can sit on my lap.”
“Darius, I really don’t know.”
He kissed the tip of her nose as he took the helmet she
still held. He placed it on her head and did the strap up under her chin.
“You’ll be fine, Brisa. Just put your arms around my waist and hold on tight.”
She watched him get the second helmet and put it on. He
climbed onto the bike and adjusted her bag so it was in front of him. Darius
patted the seat behind him. Taking a deep breath for courage, hoping he was as
good a driver as he’d said, Brisa sat at his back. She put her arms around his
waist, locking her hands together. He put up the kickstand, and with a press of
a button, started the bike’s engine. As he drove out of the lot, she held on
for dear life.
After they’d driven down a few streets, Brisa forced herself
to watch the scenery go by. Being on the back of the motorcycle wasn’t as scary
as she’d thought it would be. Mostly
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