Just One Orgasm!

"Please drop me off at Kylie’s."

Emilia adjusted the strap of the little bag she held, as Adrian opened the passenger door for her.

"I’ll have her drive me to campus."

Adrian rested one hand on the top of the door. "I already told your mother I’d take you."

"She won’t mind."

He simply waited.

Emilia sighed before climbing into the passenger seat anyway. She buckled her seat belt with a dramatic click.

"Besides," she continued, refusing to look at him, "I can’t be seen arriving at school with you."

Adrian walked around the front of the car.

He slid into the driver’s seat with practiced ease, closed the door, and settled comfortably behind the wheel.

The cabin fell quiet.

He looked at her, softly waiting for her to speak.

She folded her arms across her chest. "I’m still your student, and it’ll look suspicious."

He remained silent. She waited for an argument, and none came.

Her mother was still standing on the porch, waving with the same gentle smile she’d had since Emilia was little.

Emilia turned, and waved back. Only then did her mother turn and step back inside.

Adrian started the engine. The quiet purr of the expensive vehicle filled the silence.

Emilia glanced around the immaculate interior before huffing. "I don’t like this."

That finally earned her another look. "No?"

She shook her head. "I can’t get used to your luxury." She paused for a beat. "I need to ride with Kylie."

Adrian nodded thoughtfully, as though she’d presented him with a genuine logistical concern.

"I see."

"I mean it." She glared at him.

"So do I."

He reached into the center console, picked up his phone, and unlocked it.

Emilia frowned. "What are you doing?"

"If this car makes you uncomfortable—" His thumb moved across the screen. "I’ll text someone to meet us at the state border with another one."

She stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

"A less expensive model." He pointed out, like that was supposed to fix everything.

Her mouth slowly fell open. "You..."

He continued scrolling calmly.

"...are serious."

"I am."

She looked at him as though he’d suddenly started speaking another language.

"Adrian."

"Hm?"

"You can’t just..." She gestured helplessly around the vehicle. "...change cars halfway through a journey."

"Why not?"

She dragged his phone from his grip. He let her. "Because normal people don’t do that."

"I’m aware."

She blinked. "You know that’s insane? It’s absolutely not practical!"

Adrian fixed his seatbelt. "It solves your complaint." He said casually.

"It creates seventeen new ones!"

The corner of his mouth twitched.

She caught it immediately. "You’re laughing."

"I’m exercising remarkable restraint from laughing at you at this moment."

She pointed an accusing finger at him. "You’re making fun of me."

"I would never."

"Liar."

A quiet laugh finally escaped him, rich, and deep. Warm enough to fill the entire car.

Emilia crossed her arms tighter. "I don’t appreciate being mocked."

"I’m not mocking you." He responded firmly

"You absolutely are."

"I simply found you..." He searched for the word. "...interesting."

She looked out the window dramatically. "I’m never talking again."

"I’ve heard that before."

"I mean it this time."

"I’m sure you do."

Silence lasted exactly twelve seconds.

She shoved his phone back into his hand. "I strongly dislike your financial status."

That earned another laugh.

He shook his head. "I’ve never met someone who complains passionately about heated seats."

"They’re unnecessary."

"You turned yours on, and you adjusted the temperature."

She covered her face with both hands. "This is embarrassing." She groaned, and relaxed into the seat, staring outside. "I miss Kylie."

"You saw her yesterday."

"I miss her already."

Adrian chuckled again. For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. The road stretched ahead beneath the soft morning light.

His left hand rested easily on the steering wheel as he drove with relaxed confidence.

He glanced sideways. "You want to be babied?"

Emilia frowned immediately. "I’m a grown woman."

"Then stop complaining about luxury." He looked back at the road. "And get used to it."

She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "That’s incredibly bossy." She rolled her eyes at him.

His posture relaxed further into the driver’s seat. Last night and now, she made smiling so easy for him.

One hand remained steady on the wheel while the other rested casually on the center console before reaching across to her.

His fingers settled lightly against her knee.

His thumb brushed slow, absent-minded circles through the fabric of her jeans.

She looked down at his hand, then at him.

He kept his eyes on the road. "You should let your friend rest," he said quietly. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Don’t you think?"

He flashed her a brief glance. "We’ll be discreet." He paused, and his gaze strengthened. "Don’t worry."

Emilia tried very hard to stay annoyed. She looked out the window to hide the smile threatening to betray her.

"I’m still getting dropped off two streets away from campus."

Adrian nodded once. "I won’t do anything to jeopardise your future in Blackwood, Emilia."

She looked back at him.

"I won’t put you in that position."

Her expression softened. She hadn’t expected that answer.

She took his hand in hers, and his large palm covered hers. He brought her hand to his lips, and kissed her knuckles, with his eyes fixed on the road.

"Can I ask you something, Emilia?"

"Yeah."

Adrian’s thumb brushed absentmindedly across the back of her hand. "I saw in your academic file that you already have a degree in Accounting."

Emilia nodded. Her eyes softened, but she did not show her surprise. "I do."

He glanced at her briefly before returning his attention to the road. "So why Economics again?"

She smiled faintly, already expecting the question.

"Accounting taught me how money is recorded." She rested her head against the seat. "Economics teaches me why money moves in the first place."

He listened without interrupting.

"I realized I wasn’t interested in balancing books forever." She shrugged. "I wanted to understand people, governments, and the markets. And why one decision in another country can suddenly make food more expensive here."

Adrian’s brows lifted slightly. "So this isn’t a career change."

Emilia smiled delightfully. "It’s an expansion."

He nodded thoughtfully. "You prefer causes over calculations."

"Exactly." A smile spread across her face. "Numbers don’t exist on their own. Every graph, every statistic, every recession... they’re all people."

Adrian smiled.

"I was wondering why someone who graduated with first-class honours would willingly go back for another degree." He took another turn. "Makes sense now."

She laughed. "My mother wondered the same thing."

"And what did you tell her?" He asked, invested.

"That I’d rather spend four more years studying something I love than forty years doing something I don’t."

His grip on the steering wheel tightened ever so slightly from appreciation. "That’s a very expensive philosophy."

She looked at him, surprised. "You don’t think I wasted time?"

He shook his head once. "Too many people confuse being successful with being fulfilled."

Her smile softened.

"For what it’s worth," he continued, "I don’t think you chose Economics because you were lost." He looked at her for a brief second. "I think you chose it because you finally knew where you wanted to go."

Emilia stared at him quietly before looking back out the window. She bit her bottom lip, wondering if she had shared too much.

He eased the car onto the shoulder of the quiet road. The engine idled softly for a moment before he shifted it into park.

Emilia frowned, glancing through the windshield before turning back to him.

"Why are we stopping?"

Adrian didn’t answer straight away.

Instead, he switched off the engine. The gentle hum disappeared, leaving only the faint rustle of leaves outside and the distant sound of passing traffic.

Then he unfastened his seat belt with a quiet click. Only after turning fully toward her did he speak.

"I want to kiss you."

There was no hesitation in his voice.

Emilia’s smile arrived before she could stop it. "So you pulled over for that?"

"I wasn’t about to drive distracted."

A soft laugh escaped her. "I appreciate the commitment to road safety."

"The kiss is the priority," he replied, his voice raspy, and his hunger growing. He stared at her lips then into her eyes.

She shook her head, still smiling, and reached for her own seat belt. It clicked free, and without another word, she leaned across the center console.

He met her halfway. Their foreheads brushed first, both of them smiling at the familiar habit.

"Hi," she whispered softly.

"Hello." He whispered softly, returning the energy.

His hand rose to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly beneath her eye before he closed the remaining distance.

Their lips met in a slow, unhurried kiss.

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