“I’m about to come inside you, baby, I can’t control it any longer,” Williamson whispered, with a pained expression.
“Let’s go to the limo,” Bella Lisa said, still riding on top of him.
Williamson paged his security team, pulled out of Bella Lisa, tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up as far as was possible. Not bothering to buckle his belt or put the gauze back over her breasts, he grabbed her hand and led her out through the dark theater and into the waiting limo. Luman tried not to notice the dishevelment of their dress.
“Where to, boss?” Luman asked, holding the door open for them.
“I don’t care, just drive,” Williamson said.
The lovers stumbled into the backseat of the car and threw themselves at each other, kissing each other passionately. While Bella Lisa fumbled wit
