The atmosphere was charged with sex, the heat between us near to boiling point—we needed no actual words to communicate. We were on our way back to his hotel, driving in his ginormous private limo, the chauffeur not able to see us because of the privacy divider, but by now, I was a little nervous, because Daniel had instructed him that we were not to be disturbed. What had he in mind? “Bend,” Daniel murmured in a dominant tone, his lips grazing over the shell of my ear, sending delicious shivers along my spine, right to my toes. “I need to take off your dress. Wait,” he breathed into my neck, “first, let me rid you of your shoes.” I laid back into the sumptuous bench seat as he slid the high pumps off my aching feet, Daniel on his knees. Then he leaned back, in quiet perusal of my face and body, his eyes now provocatively heavy-lidded, raking me up and down until they lingered on my mouth, before settling back to my hungry gaze. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Janie. Unusually beautiful.”
