“For the record, Sed is not an asshole. If you think he is, then you don’t know him at all. He’s caring and protective and challenging and a tad egotistical, but there isn’t a vindictive bone in his body. So go fuck yourself, Mother. I’m sure it will be more pleasurable than screwing that perverted sleazeball you call a husband.”
She didn’t give her mother time to collect herself enough to fire back stinging words of retaliation. And maybe when Jessica’s heart rate returned to normal and her thoughts cleared of rage, she’d feel bad for saying such horrible things to her mother, but at the moment, she felt light as air as she skipped down the steps and into the waiting limo.
Sed slipped into the car beside her just as a large crowd of guests swarmed out of the building to wave farewell. The driver shut the door, and Sed rolled down the window. She and Sed waved at their friends and family—and a few Hollywood actors neither of them knew—until the limo pulled away.
“Are you okay?” Sed asked, stroking her hair gently.
“Are you filing for an annulment after witnessing how poorly your wife treats her own mother?”
“Of course not. She had it coming.”
“Then I’m more than okay. I’m perfect.”
He pulled her onto his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They stared into each other’s eyes, and she felt that something between them had changed for the better. Or maybe something had changed in her. Her mother’s oppression had weighed her down for so long, she wasn’t sure how to handle having it lifted so suddenly.
“Sed?” she whispered, searching his eyes for something deep and true. She found that and more in the man who stared back at her.
“Yeah, baby?”
“You really do bring out the slut in me,” she said with a laugh and slid off his lap onto the floor of the car.
She gazed up at him as she unfastened his fly. She never took her eyes off his as she freed his rapidly hardening cock from his pants and licked its tantalizing head.
His belly tightened, his breath quickened, and he lifted a hand to toy with her hair as he watched her with a look of fascination on his handsome face.
“All this and brains too,” he murmured.
Her cheeks tightened in a half smile as she descended on his cock, drawing it deep into the recesses of her mouth, determined to taste him before the limo reached their condo. She judged what excited him most by the hitch of his breathing. A combination of bumping his glans against her soft palate and applying hard suction as she backed off had him groaning in bliss. Usually Sed was a man with impressive stamina, so Jessica was shocked when he flooded her mouth with thick cum. She forced his fluids down her throat, not because she hadn’t wanted to swallow, but because she had been completely unprepared to do so.
“Sorry,” he gasped. “Something about you… Oh God!” His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her onto him as he filled her throat with a second spurt. “About you…”
He shuddered violently and then went limp, his head dropping back against the seat and his fingers loosening their hold.
She released his spent cock with a loud slurp and then opened the minibar to grab a bottle of water. “Something about me what?” she asked as she opened the bottle and took a long drink.
“On your knees in that dress,” he said with a laugh. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I should have taken a picture.”
“So it can end up as our next viral Internet sensation?” She closed one eye and shook her head at the disturbing thought. “No, thank you.”
The limo pulled to a stop and Jessica rose from the floor to sit demurely on the seat and sip her water while Sed returned his cock to his pants and hurriedly fastened his fly.
“Sir”—the driver’s voice came over an intercom—“it seems I need a code to get in the gate.”
Sed hunted for a button and pressed it when he found one. “That’s okay. We’ll get out here.”
“Very well, sir.”
A moment later the door opened, and Sed climbed out of the car before taking Jessica’s hand and assisting her to her feet. He gave the driver a huge tip—as was customary for Sed—and then led her to the pedestrian entrance to the side of the gated drive.
She gasped when he scooped her up in his arms and cradled her against his broad chest. Jessica had doubted the train of her gown could get any dirtier, but dragging it across a parking lot might do the trick.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Carrying you across the threshold,” he said, nuzzling her neck and making her giggle.
“We aren’t even close to our threshold,” she pointed out. The building was across the parking lot, the entrance beyond a landscaped courtyard, and the condo was on the top floor. “Put me down.”
“Nope. I want to make sure this threshold thing sticks.”
“I’ll stick you,” she threatened with a grin, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck to lighten his load.
“I’ll be doing all the sticking in this relationship.”
“You’ll hear no complaints from me about that,” she said.
She rested a hand over his heart, its steady thud as comforting as his easy gait through the palms lining the walkway.
“We’re going to have to start looking for a new house soon,” he said. “My place is great for entertaining, but not so great for raising babies.”
“We should be okay until the little one starts walking,” she said. “Those open-backed marble stairs would give any mother of a toddler a heart attack.”