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[ I listened to River by Bishop Briggs while writing this chapter. ]

Although Gael\'s house was close, there was a bit of traffic when they hit the highway at nearly eleven in the evening. He took Angela\'s hand from his lap and brought it to his lips, loving the way her delicate fingers fit in his hold.

A car that suddenly blindsided them caused him to step on the brakes abruptly, making him curse. He then placed her hand on her lap and focused on driving. Impatience took over him as he glared at the long line of cars ahead. Just when he was very much in a hurry, nature took its course and made him wait.

Angela couldn\'t stay still in her seat. She fiddled with the hem of her dress after he released her hand. When he asked her about crossing the line earlier, it was a no-brainer. Tonight was the night. She knew it. He knew it. And now she couldn\'t wait to get home with him—only this traffic was being such a tool. 

Her bottom lip curled into her mouth, and she chewed on it, the thrill in her bones tickling her insides. \'Why couldn\'t this line go any faster?\'

Turning her head to the left, she saw his brows drawing together as he blew the horn in frustration, looking impatient. It seemed like he, too, couldn\'t wait.

Feeling her stare, Gael glanced at her and met her lustful eyes. \'Holy fûck. Is she aware of how she looked right now?\' he thought. His heartbeat raced, seeing the way she was so hungry for him as if she wanted to eat him up. 

Angela had this \'come-fuck-me-already\' look. He swallowed, looking back at the road again and wishing he was driving a fûcking batmobile so he could fly out of here. \'Baby, don\'t I know…\' he thought as he shifted in his seat, hyper-aware that his hard-on could not be tamed—his pants were getting snug. 

Her eyes drifted to his crotch, and the bulge was so apparent she had to squeeze her thighs together, feeling the pulsation between her legs from his electric stare just now.

The car came to a halt at a red light. Gael reached for her neck, pulling her towards him and kissing her hot and hard, his tongue harshly plunging into her mouth as if he couldn\'t get enough of her kiss. She moaned in response, welcoming his assault. "We\'ll be home soon," he breathed, the words ringing like a reminder that they wouldn\'t have to wait any longer.

"I hate traffic," she complained, leaning into the warmth of his hand.

He smiled as he caressed her cheeks before his hands went back to the steering wheel, and the car moved again. 

Angela had a cocktail and 1.5 glasses of wine that night. That should be enough to make her drunk, but she wasn\'t. She was only buzzed—enough to make her feel good, and enough to know she was making this decision not because of the alcohol. For some reason, when he picked her up earlier, she somehow knew tonight would be the night. And yes, she drank, but she was still thirsty. So thirsty of him. 

While she counted minutes until they reached his house, she felt his hot hand on her thigh. He squeezed, and she swore that did it for her. Angela was losing her grip, and her heart was about to burst from not being able to find release. They weren\'t there yet! What the hell was up with this traffic?

Just then, Gael took a left turn, and they were now on a dimly lit road with only one car ahead of them and nothing behind. She turned to look at him, her gaze scanning his physique. Even with fewer lights at this angle, he looked delectable. Gael in a suit was like a sinful dessert that she\'d love to indulge. He caught her glassy eyes looking at the bulge in his pants, and his cock twitched in response. 

\'Hang on, Angel…\' He massaged her thigh, his fingers grazing under her dress. 

Because they were already out of the city, the road was narrower. He wanted to overtake the car in front, but the bastards took their time and didn\'t give him a chance. "Cazzo!" (Fûck!)

"Gael..." Angela breathed, her chest rising and falling. His caress wasn\'t helping at all—if anything, it was only making her even hotter. She bit her bottom lip, needing to do something or she might explode.

"I know, babe. I\'m trying."

She unbuckled her seatbelt. "No. I can\'t wait anymore." 

Hearing the click from the side, his eyes widened as she repositioned herself to kneel on the seat. "What are you doing?" His brows raised, and the next thing he knew, Angela was already undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. "Baby, this is dangerous."

"Don\'t take your eyes off the road." She nearly drooled as she cupped him through his Versace boxer briefs. 

He was already hard. Who was he kidding? His breathing hitched when she pulled his cock out and wrapped her hand tight around it. Then she began moving her hand up and down his slick shaft, slowly jacking him off as pre-cum coated the tip of his erection. He could barely keep his eyes on the road, mainly making sure they wouldn\'t crash. 

For her, seeing his thick length was like meeting an old friend. She wanted to greet it with a kiss. It\'s been so long since she had seen and touched it, and her core tightened at the memory of it being inside her.

"You\'re...gonna get us in trouble." He inhaled sharply and leaned back, but he didn\'t move her hand away. Tightly gripping the wheels, he tried to keep his focus on the road. And then his cock bobbed when he took a glance at her and saw her licking her lips. Fûck those red lips. He wanted them so bad.

"Then you better make sure we don\'t get caught," she told him. Bending over, she dipped her head low.

"Angel—oh, fûck!" he groaned as she took him into her mouth, feeling the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Angela wasn\'t playing games.

He instantly removed his foot off the gas pedal, and the car slowly decreased its speed while she increased her pace, lapping him up as if his throbbing cock was a tasty treat. 

Gael took a careful right turn, heading towards the road that\'ll lead to his house in a few miles, and the car came to a full stop in the middle of the road. It was dark with no cars in sight, and only his headlights were on. 

Her mouth felt so fûcking good. His hand went to the back of her head, and he threaded his fingers through her hair, stroking her gently. "That\'s it, baby..." He panted, loving the way her bright red lips wrapped around his shaft. 

He slowly began thrusting in and out of her. Taking him like this made her wet. Loving how her mouth was so full of him, she fought the urge to touch herself. Then she felt his fingers sliding down her backside and then tracing her wet folds through her underwear.

She moaned and gripped him harder, running the tip of her tongue along the angry veins of his length. Angela was so turned on that he was so hard for her. 

She hummed, causing vibrations in her throat that made him groan. Gael cupped the back of her head, urging her to take more of him into her mouth. She slightly gagged when the engorged head of his cock hit her throat, but she continued like it was nothing, pumping up and down while his breathing got heavier. 

It brought back memories from three years ago. Angela was so damn good; he was sure he wouldn\'t last long, already feeling the shockwaves of pleasure surging in him. 

"Angel... I\'m gonna come...if you don\'t stop." He urged her to pull up, but instead, his beautiful Angel continued sucking him until his hips jerked, and he came so hard—he thought a vein would pop. "Fûck. Fûck. Fûck."

He threw his head backward on the backrest, panting as she sucked him dry. His eyes were heavy-lidded, laced with lust while watching her come up and wiping her wet lips with her fingers, a small smile dancing on her face. She was so naughty, and he loved it.

"Are you sure your name is Angel?" He tucked himself back into his pants, still luxuriating in the aftermath of the spine-tingling blow job. 

She sat back on her seat, feeling satiated that she could please him. She might not have had her orgasm, but just giving him one relieved some ache she was bottling up inside her. There was an undeniable satisfaction within her from pleasing Gael.

"You forgot the devil in me," she slurred, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Oh, I haven\'t... But I miss her. It\'s been too long, Angel." He kissed her lips, tasting the remnants of himself. When he pulled away, he started the car again. "I hope you\'re not tired yet."

"How much longer?"

Gael glanced at her, his gaze darkening at her impatience. "Just so you know, I\'m not letting you sleep tonight."

Angela faced him. Her eyes sparkled upon hearing the warning in his voice. "Good. I don\'t plan to."