Arrival at the penthouse apartment

Chapter 35

RICHARD’S POV

“We have to go,” I said to B.

She was about to put my length in her mouth when the chauffeur’s voice came through the intercom. Upon hearing it, she became visibly disappointed, like a child who had their favourite ice cream taken away from her.

Leaning forward, I cupped her cheeks and said with a reassuring smile.

“We’ll continue inside.”

Reluctantly, she nodded and got up. I stood up and pressed the intercom.

“Thank you. We’re almost out. Give us a minute.”

The chauffeur replied, “Ok sir.”

For a moment, I thought he might somehow find out or had already found out about what we did back here. I laughed off the idea. He won’t. The partition between us is soundproof. But what if he did? I avoided thinking about it altogether. It’s not like he’ll do anything about it. He will understand that we are newlyweds with impatient needs.

B and I took some time to tidy ourselves up. We looked like one heck of a dishevelled mess– our hair tousled, clothes wrinkle