⚠ Warning: Contains sexualised contact under intoxication and a power imbalance. Reader discretion is advised.
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The car finally rolled to a stop in front of the mansion.
Lucas did not move immediately. Instead, he sat there for a moment to collect himself first.,To try and breathe normally and then to get her off his lap.
After that was done, he quickly adjusted his suit jacket, making sure to pull the fabric frantic enough to hide the very obvious and very persistent evidence of his arousal before opening the door.
It was a humiliating necessity.
The cool night air hit him like a splash of cold water as he moved around to her side and pulled the door open.
Lorena was, of course, sprawled across the seat with her dress now so high up that the delicate black lace of her underwear was fully exposed against the pale skin of her thighs.
Don't look. Just don't look.
But he had already seen. He couldn't help but see if he would carry her after all.
