Chapter 180: Privacy

*Runze’s POV*

The bright lights of the lobby are blinding after the dim elevator.

The transition is too fast. One second, my heart is hammering against my ribs under Bael’s intense gaze, the next, we are stepping out into a sea of clinic staff and patients.

Bael lets out a slow, quiet breath. When he drops his hand from his face, his expression is already locking back into his usual, cold mask. But he can’t hide the deep pink still staining the tips of his ears.

I quickly clear my throat and smooth down my shirt, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor.

His hand slides down my arm, lacing his fingers through mine. His grip is tighter than usual, almost tense, as he guides me through the lobby and out the glass doors into the warm afternoon air.

He is walking slightly stiffly.

I sneak a glance at him as we head toward the driveway.

His jaw is clenched, his eyes fixed straight ahead, and his right hand is shoved deep into his trouser pocket.

It is a very deliberate posture. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. For all his cool confidence, Bael Wuchen is currently trying his absolute best to hide a glaring erection from the security guards.

Xiao Wang is already waiting by the car — Bael’s personal driver, since Liang Feng and Qiao Jin are still recovering. He quickly steps out and holds the rear door open.

This is the first time we’ve taken this specific sedan. Inside, the cabin is massive, with deep, plush leather seats. I slide in first, settling into the corner. Bael follows, but instead of sitting close, he keeps a careful foot of space between us.

As the car pulls away from the curb, Bael leans his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes.

He looks like he is trying to count to ten in his head.

My eyes drift to his lap, where the fabric of his trousers is pulled tight.

Then, I look down at the sleek panel between our seats. Right there, next to the seat controls, is a small silver button with a tiny window icon.

I reach out and press it.

With a soft hum, a thick sheet of black glass rises from behind the front seats, sealing us away from the driver. The hum of the engine suddenly feels a mile away.

Bael’s eyes snap open. He looks at the dark glass, then slowly turns his head toward me, one brow arching.

For a split second, I wonder if I’ve completely lost my mind. Then I think of how he’s been holding back for me, take a quiet breath, and move anyway.

I don’t give him the chance to say a single word.

I slide across the seat and climb onto his lap. The slight curve of my bump presses gently against his stomach. It limits my movement slightly, but I don’t care. I wrap my arms around his neck, lean down, and press my lips to his.

Bael lets out a sharp, ragged breath against my mouth. His hands fly to my waist to steady me, but I don’t give him time to pull away. I slide my hand down between our bodies, pressing my palm directly over the hard, thick ridge stretching against his zipper.

Bael stiffens, a low hiss escaping his teeth. "Runze... You’re supposed to be recoveri—"

"Quiet," I whisper, my lips brushing his jaw as I move down to his neck.

My fingers are trembling slightly, making me clumsy, but I work quickly.

I undo his belt buckle and slide the button of his trousers open. Bael’s hand comes down over mine, his grip wrapping around my wrist.

For a split second, I think he is going to pull my hand away.

But as I pull his zipper down, his fingers lose all their strength. His hand slips off my wrist, dropping onto the seat beside us.

I reach inside and pull his shorts down.

His dick springs free, fully hard and hot against his stomach. A vein throbs beneath my touch as I wrap my fingers around the thick shaft, sliding my hand up and down once.

Bael’s head hits the headrest, a deep, low growl rolling in his chest.

I slide off his lap, carefully kneeling on the carpeted floor of the car between his knees.

"Runze, don’t..." Bael rasps. His eyes are closed tight, his fingers fisting the leather of the seat. "You don’t have to do this."

I don’t answer. I lean in, my breath warm against the sensitive skin of his thigh. I press a soft, lingering kiss to his inner groin, then slide my lips up to the very tip. I stick my tongue out, slowly swirling it around the wet opening.

Bael’s hips twitch upward, a breathless gasp escaping his lips. His hand comes to my head, his fingers tangling gently in my hair. He doesn’t push down, but his grip is tight and grounding.

I open my mouth and take him in.

He is so thick he stretches my lips wide. I slide my mouth down the shaft, going as deep as my throat will allow, before slowly sliding back up. I swirl my tongue around the rim, licking and sucking the wet tip over and over.

*Slurp.*

The wet, quiet sound of my mouth on his skin fills the silent back seat.

Bael’s breathing goes completely wild. His hips begin to move, lifting slightly to meet my mouth, but his movements are incredibly slow and careful. He is holding back his own weight, making sure he doesn’t thrust too deep or hurt me.

"Ah... Runze..." he groans, his voice completely wrecked.

I suck harder, wrapping my hand around the base of his dick to stroke the parts my mouth can’t reach. I slide my tongue up and down the sensitive underside of the shaft, humming softly against him.

The vibration makes Bael shudder violently.

"Stop," Bael gasps, his hips locking. "I’m... I’m going to—"

Instead of pulling back, I take him deep into my throat, holding him there as my hand pumps the base.

Bael completely loses it.

His hips thrust upward, and he comes right into my throat. The thick, hot liquid spurts against the back of my tongue. I swallow hard, my throat working to take the heavy warmth, but the sheer volume of it makes me gag.

I pull back, coughing softly, a thin line of white leaking down my chin.

"Runze!"

Bael’s hands are on my face instantly. All the lust is gone from his eyes, replaced by pure panic. He pulls me up onto the seat, his hands shaking slightly as he cups my jaw.

"Are you okay? Did I choke you? Look at me."

I cough once more, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I’m fine... I’m okay."

He doesn’t listen. He quickly pulls his clean handkerchief from his jacket pocket and gently wipes my chin, my jaw, and the corner of my lips. He searches my eyes, checking my breathing until he is absolutely sure I am not hurt.

Only then does the tension finally leave his shoulders.

He lets out a long breath, his forehead dropping onto my shoulder. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. He is still breathing hard, his chest expanding against mine.

"That was reckless," Bael murmurs against my neck, his voice still rough.

I smile softly, resting my chin on his shoulder. "You liked it."

He doesn’t deny it. His grip just tightens around my back, holding me like I am the most precious thing in the world.

"...Thank you," he whispers.

I don’t answer. I just hold him, running my fingers slowly through his hair while the car carries us home.

A few minutes later, the heavy silence of the car settles back down. I look down to see Bael’s eyes closed, his breathing slow and even. He is exhausted from holding himself back for so long, finally letting himself rest.

His head remains heavy on my shoulder, fast asleep, as the car slowly pulls toward the gates of our estate.