Inside of you

Beatrix jerked him down harder, eager to feel as much of him as possible. She gripped his hair, tugging lightly and tried to climb him to get even more of his body on hers. Rhys groaned and pushed her dress up to grab her ass. 

"Fuck, are you wearing underwear?" he growled in her ear. 

"Maybe," Beatrix answered while sucking her bottom lip. "I bet you want to find out." 

A man cleared his throat and both Beatrix and Rhys looked over to find the valet driver. He held out the key to Rhys. "Your car." 

Rhys nodded once and untangled himself from Beatrix, just to get her into the passenger side of the car. Beatrix spread her legs to tease him and he groaned when he spotted the little thong she'd put on. 

He got in the driver's side, buckled, then started the car before rubbing up Beatrix's leg. She bit her lip and spread her legs a little wider. "So now you want to touch?"

"There is never a time I don't want to touch you, sweetheart," he replied.