Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zeke

I drove faster, one hand on the steering wheel, and the other supporting Mirah's head which was on my shoulders.

My cock pressed against my trousers to the point of pain, and it was all it took to stop me from parking my car at a spot, and fucking her right on the road.

But I wasn't going to take advantage of her. Not when our relationship was estranged, and more especially, when she was drunk.

She made a little sound and shifted, while I groaned. Her supple ass was directly on my erection, separated by my trousers, and her purple tight gown.

Inside the car suddenly felt hot and stuffy, and all I could perceive was her scent. Sandalwood and lilies.

Tristan Estate came into sight forty minutes later. Unlike other days, I drove through the gates slowly, and pulled the car to a stop, at the parking lot.

Careful not to wake her up, I got out of the car, and approached the entrance. The guard at the door simply nodded at me, and moved past.

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