Isabella POV
"Behave, Mr. Remington," I tiptoe and whisper in his ear, "I'm yours right after the charity," and I leave him there, sliding inside the limousine.
He follows me and sits next to me, his eyes on the edge of my slit skirt. He looks at his watch and me. "The distance from here to the Roderick Malibu is around 40 minutes." From his voice, I know he is so turned on. I look at him and bite my lower lip. I glance at the partition. It's already closed. Gabriel's hand creeps inside my dress, and I let out a low moan. I push his hand away. Before he can complain, I kneel in front of him and unbuckle his belt. I wink at him and start pleasuring my boyfriend.
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We arrived at the Roderick Hotel Malibu. The press is outside, ready to take a picture (or to blind us with the blitz, to
