After saying a very quick goodbye to Joaquim who had high-fived Isaias and catcalled Liesl calling her a dirty girl, they were back in the limo on their way to the hotel. He had yanked her onto his lap, and she straddled his thighs, her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips fixed to his.
His hands were under her skirt, grabbing her lace covered ass with a firm grip as he rocked her over the evidence of his desire for her. They were both moaning hungrily as his fingers massaged and squeezed her.
“If anyone told me I’d be dry humping a woman six months before my fortieth birthday in the back of a limo, I would have laughed at them,” he groaned breathlessly as the car came to a halt. “You need to walk right in front of me the entire way to the suite or paparazzi are going to have
