Chapter 140 The Christmas Party 2
Emily pulled on the gold ribbon to untie it and opened the little box. Inside was a pair of car keys. The symbol on the keys was a sun radiating curly beams of light.
“I know my mom’s been bugging you to get a car, so you might be annoyed by this. I could return it…”
“You got me an Inclussa?” Emily stared at the keys in amazement.
“Yeah,” Byron said casually, even though the car cost nearly a hundred thousand dollars. “I thought you might like it. It’s the lowest-emission car in the world. Certainly cuts back on pollution. And maybe you could use a car to get around once in a while, like if you need to transport something—”
She interrupted him with another fervent kiss. No one had ever given her such a thoughtful present, or two thoughtful presents counting the donation to help otters.
“So you like it?” Byron asked, catching his breath. “You’re not mad at me for getting you a car?”
“No, it’s so sweet! I never thought I needed a car, but since it comes from you, I’m going to cherish it with all my heart.” There was no one else who knew her so well as to be able to give her such perfect presents… or who could afford to get one of the most expensive cars in the world. But more luxurious and beautiful than any material objects was how loved she felt in his embrace.
“I can’t wait to get home,” she said, “so we can pick up where we left off…” She tickled his chin, craving more kisses and caresses.
“Why wait?” Byron said, his eyes gleaming seductively.
“Oh… you’re naughty!” Emily let him pull her onto his lap for more kisses, cradled softly in his arms. “Are you sure?”
Byron lowered one of the thin straps of her dress and slid it off her shoulder.
“Before we become married and boring, we should experience all the pleasures that life has to offer,” he suggested. “Besides, the windows are blacked out, and no one can see us.”
“Well, in that case…” She pulled the other strap of her dress down so it rested on her upper arm, letting him kiss her neck and warm her body with his breath as he moved lower to her cleavage.
Emily heard him groan with pleasure as the glass of champagne fell from her hand. She reached under his shirt, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Undoing his buttons one by one let her enjoy the sight of his abs and his chest slowly revealed.
Next, she reached under her dress to remove her briefs and went for the zipper on his trousers next.
“Wow!” Byron’s heated gaze scorched her as he watched her quick movements. “I like a woman who’s decisive.”
“Seems like an easy decision,” she replied, straddling his lean legs. “I like a man who is willing to please me.”
“Oh, you have no idea…” His feverish kisses gave her a hint of just how much he was willing.
It felt risky but strangely safe at the same time to be so vulnerable in the tiny enclosed capsule of the moving limo, fulfilling a fantasy she didn’t even know she had. The air smelled like lavender, mixing together with the forest scent of Byron’s skin.
The closeness of their bodies intertwining and merging together took her to new heights of desire. For a long moment, Emily forgot where she was or even that there was a real world out there. It was all she could do to withstand the intense waves of energy that coursed through her body.
“Maybe we could still have fun even after we’re married and boring?” Emily asked as they readjusted their clothes, preparing to leave the car.
“Knowing you, Miss Danzi, I don’t doubt it for a moment.”
She wondered if Alistair had noticed anything when he opened the limo door for them. She suspected he had because his lips were the tiniest bit stretched out as if he was trying to suppress a smile. He probably observed their slightly ruffled hair.
“Merry Christmas, sir,” Alistair said. “Merry Christmas, Miss Danzi.”
Byron’s mysterious smile showed that he did not regret anything they had done in the limo. “Merry Christmas, Alistair,” he said, handing him a way larger tip than usual. Emily didn’t have Sylvia’s keen sense in detecting exactly how much money he was giving away, but it seemed like several hundreds. “A little Christmas bonus.”
It seemed Byron was extra generous when he was really depressed or really happy.
