OLIVIA

I glanced down at Davie's handsome face his profile sharp in the dim light of the car as he knelt in front of me. My insides were churning and I felt a burning need to have him inside me.

"Had fun tonight?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers into my core.

"More than you can imagine," I replied with a smile, unable to take my eyes away from his. The night had been a blur of vodka, orgasm, music, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, and his attentive fingers.

As the car pulled out of the car parking lot and kept driving, the city neon lights flickered across his face, casting Shadows that danced with the rhythm of our unspoken tension and breath. I could feel my wetness pooling between my legs as I bit my lips, the current I just released some minutes ago in the club coming back higher.

"You seemed like a pretty bad dancer on the dance floor," he said, glancing at me with a playful glint in his eyes as he nipped my thighs.