Chapter 19

I wake up at 10 am in the morning. I was so exhausted from the long drive last night.

I turn over and Michael is watching me closely.

"Good morning," I say nervously.

"Morning."

Wait, today is Wednesday..

"Oh my god! I'm late for lectures!" I scream.

I jump out of bed and pull off Michael's T-shirt, his scent leaving my body.

I turn around so he can't see my bare breasts. I'm now only in my panties.

I hear him suck in a breath and whimper at my basic nakedness, which would normally embarass me but at the moment I don't care. All I care about is getting to class.

"Michael! You need to take me there," I say, quickly slipping on my clothes from yesterday.

He shakes his head.

"No?!" I exclaim angrily.

"It'll be a three hour drive, four with the morning traffic. Your lectures will be done by then. Just say you're sick or something." He says.

I gape at him as he gives me a blank stare.

Never in my life have I been late to a lecture, let alone lie about it.

"You still have to take me home." I say.

"I don't have to do anything."

"Yes, you do. You took me here against my will and purposely drove past the road to my house. That's technically kidnapping you know, a federal crime."

He rolls his eyes and pats down his unruly curls.

"Fine, go get in the damn car babe." He orders, annoyance in his voice.

I run downstairs and outside. I get into his limo, were his driver was already in the front seat.

My hands feel the genuine leather seats and I stretch my tired legs as far as my body would allow.

Shortly after, Michael comes in the car and sit next to me. He tells the driver the destination as we back down the gravel-stoned driveway.

"So, what are our plans for today?" He says.

Suddenly, his phone beeps and he pulls it from his belt.

"Jackson." He says with annoyance.

"Yeah, tell Quincy I'll be on my way."

A detour? No, I have to get home now.

"Who was that?" I ask.

"My assistant Ryan. I have to meet Quincy at the studio." He says.

Hm, maybe I can spare a few minutes. It is Quincy after all.

Then once I get home, I'll get the lectures from Sam and start studying for finals. I'm going to be graduating in a few weeks.

I lean back and put my feet in a criss-cross position. I rest my head on the side of the door and look out of the window.

I feel Michael's warm hand move up my body. I suck in a breath as his fingers delicately touch my private.

I close my eyes and allow him to pleasure me. Whenever he does this, I wonder how great it feels to have him inside me.

But then I remember how many girls he's been inside of, and that I'm still a virgin. We're rare these days.

"Ohh," I accidentally let a moan slip out of my mouth.

I curse myself when I hear Michael smirk.

I feel his warm breath on my ear.

"Things are about to get hot.." he says.

Before I could control anything, my legs were open and my top unbuttoned.

He kisses me very deeply while rubbing his index finger against my private harshly.

He slips my shirt down, revealing my shoulder and my patterned bra strap.

He plants kisses and uses his teeth to grab the strap and let go, letting it smack against my skin.

My bottom lip becomes swollen from all the biting. I will not make myself moan again.

Michael looks me in the eye. Oh no, please look somewhere else.

"Don't you dare hold back. I wanna hear you, it turns me on." He says.

He moves down and focuses all his attention on my womanhood. His fingers rub hard again, and I let my moans finally be audible.

He smiles and leans down, licking up and down through my dress pants. I gasp as he kisses and sucks. He might as well take my pants off, it feels as though I have nothing on.

"Oh my god," I whimper.

The delight and pleasure is unbearable.

"Don't worry babe. I can get very kinky, we're just not in a bed."

He winks at me and straightens up, moving his body heat blanket away from me.

I fix my clothing and my hair and his looks like we just had sex.

My fingers comb at it furiously, and I feel Michael's eyes burning through me.

"You're so damn adorable," He says nearly to himself.

I look away so he won't see me blush.

One second, he pleasures me beyond belief, so much tension in the air. And next, he calls me cute with lovey-dovey eyes. Could that mean something?

I shake my head to clear it and try to get my desires and hormones under control. I can still feel his fingers, there..

I close my eyes for a few minutes and Michael shakes me awake.

"Bella, we're at the studio." He says.

I look up at the road sign on the side, and it says 'San Diego'.

Wow, I guess it was longer than a few minutes, more like hours.

I open the car door and step out, stretching out my body and standing on my tiptoes to do it.

Michael walks up to me and still towers over me: 5'3 to 5'11 is a huge gap.

"Ready?" He says, smiling.

I nod and he takes my hand, pulling me ahead of him.

My hand feels on fire when it comes in contact with his.

I study his face: calm and cool. Does he not feel affected from my touch as I am his?

I guess not, he has much more experience than I do, in most things.

We walk through the studio and the cool air hits us.

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