Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Jada

Creed cruised the streets of downtown Chicago with practiced ease, one hand on the steering wheel, the other gently caressing my thigh. His touch was electric, sending shivers up my spine as he traced small, tantalizing circles through the thin fabric. The city lights cast a warm glow through the car windows, creating a sensual ambiance that heightened my awareness of every movement, every caress.

His fingers trailed higher, pulling up the hem of my dress, and I could feel the heat building between us. I glanced over at him, his focused expression softened by a smirk that told me he knew exactly what he was doing. The tension between us was palpable, and I found myself leaning into his touch, craving more.

We pulled into the underground garage, the car descending into the shadows. As soon as Creed killed the engine, his hands were all over me. He lifted me over the center console in one swift motion, and I straddled his waist, my dress hiking up in the process.

“We should go upstairs, but I can’t wait. I need you right now,” he growled, his voice husky with desire.

I wasn’t going to complain. As long as Creed’s lips were on me and his hands were caressing my body, I was good. “This is good,” I moaned as his lips blazed a trail over the swell of my breasts, his breath hot against my skin.

He kissed his way up to my neck, nibbling and sucking, and I arched my back, giving him better access. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and I could feel his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch. The confined space of the car only added to the intensity, making every touch and kiss feel even more urgent.

Creed’s hands slid under my dress, his fingers tracing the edges of my panties before slipping beneath. I gasped, my hips bucking against his touch, and he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I responded by grinding my hips against him, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against me. The friction sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I couldn’t help but moan his name.

“Creed,” I panted, my voice barely above a whisper.

He captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a possessive hunger that left me breathless. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

We moved together in a frantic and perfectly synchronized rhythm, our bodies seeking release. The car’s confined space amplified the heat between us, making every touch, every kiss, feel even more intense.

My fingers found the button of his pants and popped it open. I slid the zipper down, and Creed lifted enough to tug his pants and underwear.

I pulled my dress up, and Creed tugged my panties down my thighs. I positioned myself over her rock-hard cock, and slowly sunk down on it.

“God damn,” Creed growled.

God damn, indeed.

As his fingers found my clit, I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure as I moved up and down his shaft. Creed’s lips never left my body, his kisses growing more demanding as he brought me closer to the edge. His cock filled me full, and a moan ripped from my lips.

“Come for me, Jada,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

With a final, desperate thrust, I fell apart in his arms, my body shaking with the force of my climax. Creed held me close, his lips capturing my cries of pleasure as he followed me over the edge, his own release shuddering through him.

We clung to each other, both of us breathless and spent, the air thick with the scent of our passion. As the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the confined space of the car.

“That was...” I started, struggling to find the words.

“Incredible,” Creed finished for me, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

I nodded, my heart still racing. “Yeah, incredible.”

He pressed a tender kiss to my lips before gently guiding me back into my seat. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said, his voice soft but filled with promise.

We adjusted our clothes and stepped out of the car, our legs a bit unsteady. As we made our way to the elevator, Creed’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. The ride up was silent but charged with the lingering heat of our encounter.

When we reached his penthouse, Creed opened the door and led me inside. The space was just as I remembered it – sleek, modern, and distinctly him. He turned to me, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and affection.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I’d like that, but I didn’t bring my overnight bag.”

Creed pulled me into his arms, his lips capturing mine in a slow, tender kiss. “That’ll teach you to listen to me next time,” he whispered against my lips.

It was different from the heated passion in the car – this was deeper, more intimate. We made our way to his bedroom, shedding our clothes and inhibitions along the way.

The bed was soft beneath us as we tumbled onto it, our bodies coming together once more. This time, the pace was slower, more deliberate. Creed’s hands moved over me with a reverence that made my heart ache with emotion.

He whispered my name like a prayer, his lips worshiping every inch of my skin. I responded in kind, my hands exploring his body, memorizing every plane and angle. We moved together, our connection deepening with every touch, every kiss, and thrust.

When we finally found release again, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. We held each other close, our bodies entwined, and I felt a sense of peace and contentment that I hadn’t known was possible.

Creed’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. “I want this to be real, Jada,” he said softly. “No more pretending. I don’t want to play games and wonder what the other is thinking.”

I looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “I know this all started because of Candace but that sure as shit didn’t feel fake to me.”

“I thought maybe you were a really good actor,” I sighed.

“I’m not acting, Jada. Are you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Not even for a second,” I whispered.

He smiled, a look of relief and happiness washing over his face. “Good.”

I settled into Creed’s arms and laid my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me. The warmth of his body against mine was comforting, grounding me.

“What are you going to do about Candace now?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“The plan hasn’t changed, gorgeous. If anything, with the way you and I can’t keep our hands off each other, she’s likely to make her move sooner rather than later.”

“All we did was dance, Creed,” I laughed, the memory of our earlier moments bringing a smile to my face.

“And we also fucked like rabbits in the garage, Jada. If what you think is true, Candace is watching your every move.”

“You don’t think she saw...” I trailed off, embarrassment growing at the thought of Candace or her goons witnessing our intimate moment.

“At the time, we weren’t worried about anything other than us, so her or one of her goons might have watched.” Creed shrugged. “I’m sure they got an eyeful.”

I cringed and wrinkled my nose. “Let’s not do that in the garage again, okay?” Sure, it had been hot as hell and a first time for me, but I wasn’t into being watched.

Creed pressed a kiss to my lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “At least not until Candace is out of the picture.”

“Creed,” I laughed. “You’re being insatiable.”

His hands ran over my body and pulled me on top of him, his grip firm and possessive. “Can you blame me?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “I just got you, and there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to give you up anytime soon.”

I looked down at him, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. “I don’t want you to give me up,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

He captured my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you right here, with me.”

The looming threat of Candace was still there, but with Creed by my side, I felt like we could face anything.

“So, we just carry on?” I asked, my voice muffled against his chest.

“We stay close, keep up the act, and draw her out. She’s bound to make a mistake; when she does, we’ll be ready.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination settle over me. “I just want this to be over,” I admitted.

“Me, too, gorgeous. Me, too.”