I reached forward and tapped the control on the console. With a smooth, mechanical whir, the thick privacy glass slid upward, sealing the back of the Escalade into a dark, soundproof vault. The driver was gone; the city was a silent movie playing out beyond the tinted glass. We were entirely alone in the belly of the beast.
"I'm not waiting for the hotel," I rasped, my voice sounding like gravel.
I gripped her hips and lifted her slightly, shifting her so she was perfectly positioned. I wanted to destroy every doubt she had, to drown out the noise of Monet, the industry, and the hundred other men who had looked at her as a product. I wanted her to feel the weight of my cock.
I reached down and guided myself toward her, finding her completely ready for me. I drove into her in one deep, unhesitating thrust.
