You sat in the passenger seat of your guys's Bentley. You were mad at your husband - Gabriel, since you had plans with your friends and he had an impromptu business party in which both husband and wife MUST attend together. You were sick of it because you had to forcefully talk and be nice to unknown women who were wives of the other men at the party and you'd see some of those faces again which irritated you because you obviously had plans hanging out with your girls from college.

Throughout as Gabriel was driving you didn't shut up even once. You continued expressing your frustration and disappointment as you reapplied your makeup looking into the passenger side mirror.

What you hadn't noticed is how lowkey turned on he was getting. He knew you weren't scared of him, he knew he'd get on his knees if you'd ask, he knew he'd lick the ground your feet touched, but he was still a dominant man. Firm, stern but gentle. But when it came to his professional life, you knew your presence indirectly impacted his image and you loved him and you didn't want want to ruin his image, so you'd come along, but god forbid going without expressing your displeasure about it while he just stayed silent and drove you both to the location.

He was driving and he knew not to be reckless and stop mid way to just kiss you senseless and ruin your lipstick just to shut you up. His grips the steering wheel tight to not give into his urges, but god, he had to wait, he had to restrict himself from taking you in the car itself because your attitude while you were being dolled up in your seat was making his blood rush south.