Chapter 22: Passionate moments in the car

I entered my cell phone number as fast as I could and gave it back to him.
The cell phone number was registered by Tom for me, so there was no worry that he would find out my real identity from the cell phone number.
Only, I was more concerned about the wallpaper on his phone.
Is that the ex-girlfriend that Green said was engaged to Damon?
God, why did I get a choking feeling when I saw the picture of his ex-girlfriend.
Besides, Green had said that his girlfriend had cheated on him and Damon still had her picture as wallpaper.
I shook my head hard to shake these strange thoughts out of my head. We were simply in a carnal relationship, and I shouldn't pry into all his privacy.
Just like I refused to take off my mask.
"I'll let you know in advance when you're needed, and make sure you won't be followed when you reach the location I've provided for you."
Damon didn't seem to care about my sudden emotional ups and downs, just mechanically informing me of the precautions.
"Go ahead and get out, I want to be alone."
Damon started to shoo me away as I folded the check in my hand and tucked it into place on my chest, as if that would fill the sudden void in my heart that I had just felt.
"How did your negotiations go?"
I don't know how I managed to walk back to the locker room until Jenny shook my arm and I regained possession of consciousness.
"Contract signing tomorrow."
"Great, honey, you must be a genius at negotiating."
Jenny was so excited that she hugged me so tightly that I could feel her joy.
I pulled the $100,000 check out of my chest and Jenny got even more excited as she screamed in my ear, "Oh my God, you're wonderful, Eric is saved, Selena you really are the best sister ever."
Jenny took the check from my hand very carefully, as if the check would disappear if she pushed too hard.
"Uh, Damon ......"
I soon saw the expression on Jenny's face stiffen, and hearing her shout out Damon's voice my whole body stiffened along with it.
"This is the women's locker room."
I turned around and saw that Damon's hair, which had been neat and tidy, was now very messy, and his expression didn't look too good, but those weren't the reasons he should have broken into the women's locker room.
"Come with me."
Damon didn't explain, took two steps to me, grabbed my hand and headed outside.
I glanced back at Jenny, who waved the check in her hand at me, telling me with her lips that she would put it away for me and let me have a wonderful evening.
"Where are you taking me?"
I didn't understand, he was the one who just told me to go and now he suddenly changed his mind, what a fickle man.
But it occurred to me that with his social status, he did have the right to be this fickle.
"To help you finish your work."
Damon's voice had become hoarse, and the hand that was holding me began to grow hot.
"Are you running a fever, your hands are so hot, you need to see a doctor when you're sick."
I jogged while trying to keep up with Damon, he was walking too fast, even though I jogged I still couldn't keep up with him somewhat.
Damon seemed to be too slow for me, paused, looked at me and directly picked me up across the room.
I let out a careless gasp and quickly stopped my voice so as not to draw more attention to myself.
"You're the only one who can heal me."
Damon spoke above my head, and I felt his voice grow even huskier, while understanding what he wanted to do next.
Soon Damon led me out the back door and down the side of a nearby alley where a black stretch Lincoln was parked with all the windows modified to make it impossible to see inside.
Damon reached out and opened the back door, tossed me into the car seat, and then got in himself.
"Sit up."
Damon leaned back in the car seat, his voice even huskier and lowered.
I knew there was always no hiding from these things and obediently sat on his lap.
The friction going on between my sarong and Damon's suit pants, these left a lot of red marks on my sensitive skin, and I couldn't help but moan out at the excitement of this.
Damon heard my moan and pressed the back of my head with his big hand, and I kissed him directly on the lips without defense.
The two of us were like dry wood meeting a hot fire, instantly creating a huge spark.
His tongue kept attacking my mouth and I had no strength to fight.
I was now like a puddle of water without bones, about to melt in his hot embrace.
I could feel the huge object that kept throbbing deep in my thighs.
It made me very nervous, he was too big, and it made me very worried if I had enough power to tolerate its invasion.
When I was about to choke, Damon finally let go of my lips and I breathed heavily.
Damon moved back to my neck, following the line of my neck a little deeper, soon reaching my chest, when suddenly he stopped moving.
"Get off!"
His voice was tyrannical, and the somewhat shaky vocal line showed that he was trying desperately to repress himself.
I instantly came to my senses and looked at him blankly, trying to get off of him, but his large hands were still around my waist and pushing hard to bring me even closer to his chest.
"Yes, sir."
A man's voice came out of the driver's seat.
"Oh, my God! I can't believe the driver is still in the car!"
I couldn't help but cry out in my mind, hadn't the driver seen all of my slutty appearance just now?
But soon I consoled myself, my back was turned to the driver's seat, while my face was still wearing a mask, the driver had no idea who I was.
I think with Damon's identity, the driver should have long been used to these scenes of Damon's sudden appearance.
It's just that whenever I think of Damon having this kind of intimate relationship with another person, I feel a big hand gripping my heart and rubbing it tightly.
Soon, I heard the car door slam and Damon's lips began to continue to travel over my shoulders.
He left a series of kisses along my collarbone and kept going deeper and deeper, gradually his whole face was buried in my chest.