of all his driver, Liam reached out and stroked her nipple—slightly visible through the lace of the dress—with his thumb. She inhaled sharply, hadn't realized how much her nipples had been aching.
In the time she had known him, he had the ability to know what she needed before she needed it. He asked the right questions. He read her too well. She panicked for a second. Would he know his arrogant driver was on her mind indeed? What would he think about that? But she also knew not to lie to Liam. That would be the worst kind of betrayal. He had told her that countless times.
“It's just… I think you could have just spanked me for being rude in the privacy of our bedroom. That in the car with my underwear wasn't necessary.” She fiddled with the button on his suit jacket before raising her gaze to him.
“Ah, Little One.” Liam sighed as he now used the same thumb that had driven her nipple mad to brush it across the lower seam of her mouth. He pulled her lip down, and she stuck out her tongue to lick him. He then removed his thumb and kissed the wetness she had left there before he gathered her closely, and his mouth crushed down on hers. She whimpered at his onslaught, forgot the hundred or so people around them. So powerful. So possessive, her knees bent, and she clung to him.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, then abruptly broke off the kiss, leaving her falling into him for more. “You will be getting a spanking. An awfully hard one at that, but… not quite yet. Your offense for being rude to Kade requires a punishment of worthy equivalence.” His threat made her tummy tug in a million directions. She was so wet; she could hardly stand the relentless throb inside her. But as long as they were alone, he could do anything he wanted to her.
“But for now, let's enjoy Pablo's film, all right?”
She forced herself to smile at him, and after a few moments they were led into a private screening room with a cinematic screen, the chairs velvet and plush and comfortable.
Olivia always enjoyed these private showings. Pablo had a fine artistic eye, and his films were always riveting and moving and highly sexual in nature. She loved the way Liam would turn his head and look at her when a hot scene came into view. She would bite her lip and squirm a little in the seat. He would know she was wet from what she'd seen on the screen and he would know only he could relieve the resplendent agony between her legs. He had opened her mind to so many amazing things, had redirected her thoughts, so her pleasure, in whatever form she craved, was a beautiful thing. He'd move the planet for her every little desire.
She turned and smiled at him, forcing herself to relax, to enjoy the film and then to relish Liam's touches until he got her home where he would ravish her with unconstrained command.
But she was flabbergasted when Liam lifted his hand suddenly and waved at his chauffeur who now stood in the doorway of the massive home theater.
What was happening?
John, their now retired chauffeur never accompanied them to any events whatsoever. The chauffeurs were happy to spend the time while they waited to talk to the other chauffeurs. What was so special about Kade that Liam had clearly instructed he accompany them to the actual private showing of an art film at Liam's friend’s house. What was going on with them? Why did he give this driver such preferential treatment?
But then she immediately calmed down. Overreacting was not her thing. Maybe Liam forgot something, and his driver was returning it, or maybe he just had something to tell his boss. She really needed to get a grip, or she'd embarrass herself all over again.
She hated that she scrutinized his expression, when completely naked subs, wearing only leather boots, passed his way to get to their seats. She wanted to see if his eyes would lower to their clamped nipples or exposed pussies. He was surrounded by the world's most beautiful pets imaginable, and suddenly a spark of jealousy ripped through her that he would take his fill of them. But his gaze never strayed lower than their faces as he nodded at them, and that annoyed her even more for some crazy unknown reason.
She wanted him to look, to