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ready to explore me, ready to learn every inch of my body the way I planned on memorizing hers. Her tits were fucking spectacular hanging boldly on display. Her hair had completely fallen out of the style it’d been in, the long thick brown strands caressing her shoulders.
    But it was her swollen lips that got to me the most. Just knowing that it was me that had put her in that state inflated everything, especially my fucking ego. Sure, I’d pleased women before her but Demi was fucking Demi and knowing that I had her like that was the definition of satisfying.
    “It’s going to have to wait, baby. We’re here,” I said softly, reluctantly reaching for her dress and sliding it back up over her breasts.
    “Mr. Sorenson,” Carl’s voice came over the speaker just then, announcing what I’d already known. “We’ve arrived.”
     

7
    I made sure Demi’s dress was covering what was mine before slowly lifting her off my lap. “Find your glasses, baby,” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. Demi whimpered and gave me a soft, sucking kiss that made my fucking toes curl inside my shoes. “Go, girl. Before I lose my mind and attack you in front of Carl,” I chastised, smacking her lightly on her ass.
    The girl bit her lip at me before moving towards where her glasses had fallen off.
    I leaned towards the intercom and thanked Carl. Making sure my clothes were on straight enough (although nothing in the world could hide my raging dick), I moved so that I’d be the first one to exit.
    There was no way Carl wouldn’t guess what had been happening once he saw that Demi’s hair was now fully down but I still wanted to be the first one out of the car, just to give her enough time to straighten up a little more.
    Carl was getting out of the driver’s side when I got out. He seemed surprised that I didn’t let him open the door but said nothing. “Carl, you can park the limo and take the rest of the night off. I’ll be driving Demitra home after dinner.” Not that I really had to explain myself to him, however much I liked him, but I still wanted to say something for Demi’s sake at least.
    She might be willing but I sure as hell didn’t want her to be embarrassed because of what anyone might think.
    “No problem. Thank you, Mr. Sorenson,” Carl said, and I knew that even if he was curious, he was more relieved to be getting the rest of the night off.
    I nodded my head at him and leaned down to hold my hand out for Demi. She found her glasses and slipped them back on. Her small purse was on the floor and she leaned down to pick it up before grabbing my hand and letting me help her out.
    “Good night, Carl,” she said, her cheeks only slightly pink as she nodded at him. “Thank you for everything.”
    I wanted to grab that polite little ass and slam it against the side of the limo. Then, I’d flip her skirt up so I could slam the rest of me right into…
    “Dorian,” Demi whispered, turning to look at me like she knew exactly what was on my mind.
    Of course she did. I could feel the fucking lecherous look on my face.
    Carl got into the limo and pulled away, driving farther into the parking lot. I looked down at Demi, biting my lip when she smiled up at me shyly.
    “You want me to drive you home?” I asked, licking my lips nervously. I had to make sure. I couldn’t just drag her upstairs if she wasn’t ok with it.
    Demi raised an eyebrow at me impishly. “Do you want me to go?” she asked.
    I shook my head, unable to properly voice how badly I didn’t want her to go.
    “Well then, upstairs?”
    I chuckled, relief pounding through me. I still had her hand in mine and I used the hold to lead her, turning and heading towards the elevators. Instinctively, I ended up squeezing her hand just a little bit tighter and when she squeezed mine in return I wanted to smile like the biggest idiot in the whole city.
    It didn’t make sense.
    Yet, it made perfect sense.
    Everything was becoming too obvious to