“Howard can’t hear anything.”
“Yes, he can.” She giggles, glancing over her shoulder.
Howard’s eyes lift to the rearview mirror before he’s flipping on the blinker, waiting for the light to turn green.
Selene looks back at me. “He’s inches away from us.”
I lift my mouth into a devilish smirk. “Howard can’t hear anything, Wallflower.” I raise my voice. “Can you, Howard?”
Howard doesn’t look in the rearview this time.
“See?” I tease.
“Oh, my God, Holt. You’re the worst.” She taps my shoulder,but she hasn’t stopped shifting over me. My naughty girl cares just as much about Howard being inches away as I do.
I shove her curled hair aside as I stare up into her black, sparkly-dusted eyes. They’re surrounded by an intricately detailed matching black mask. Everything about her is dark and mysterious, like night and day when compared to her usual light-colored clothes.
“You’re really beautiful tonight, Wallflower.” I drag my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Thank you.” She traces her finger along the bottom of my midnight blue mask. “I love this color on you. Brings out your eyes.” Her mouth pulls into a delicate smile.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer. With my other hand, I grip the back of her head and pull her down to kiss me before I pull back slightly.
“Are you feeling better than you were earlier?”
“Yeah.” She swallows. “I think that nausea medicine after dinner helped.”
“Good.” I growl, slipping my hand between us. “That means I can do this.”
I’m quick to find her clit. She tilts her head back, her jaw dropping on a gasp.
“I love you, Holt,” she breathes, rubbing herself over my fingers.
“I love you, Wallflower.” I work her clit until she comes undone.
She bites her lip, stifling her tiny moans and breaths. I’m fully aware she’s conscious of Howard sitting in the driver seat and that we’re only minutes from the event venue, but I have no patience. I can’t keep my hands off my girl.
She lowers her head and buries her face in my neck. She smells like flowers and sunshine, even though she looks like a storm cloud ready to make her presence known.
“You’re absolutely diabolical for this,” she pants. “I hope you know.”
“Come for me,” I breathe into her ear. Heat pools in my lower stomach, and although there are several layers between us, my dick revels in the way she’s sliding against me.
She turns her mouth to my ear. “If I’m going to come, so are you.”
Tiny bursts of electricity shoot across my skin the moment she lowers herself onto my length. She grinds her sweet pussy harder, dragging herself across my rock-hard cock.
“Wallflower.” I growl, digging my fingers into her hips. I want her to stop, because the last thing I need is to come in my fucking pants, but I alsodon’twant her to stop. I can’t stop. She feels too fucking good.
Dammit, I feel like a fucking teenager.
“If I’m going down”—she presses her lips to shell of my ear—“you’re going down with me.” She moans, and my cock is throbbing, on the verge of release.
Frantic, I move my hand from her hip to her face, pulling her toward me. I kiss her hard, catching her breath with mine. The windows in my blacked-out Bentley quickly fog over with a thin coat of steam. Our skin is sweating, and I hate the thought of ruining both of our outfits, but I have no self-control. Not when it comes to Selene.
I press my fingers harder against her clit, and every time I do, she matches me thrust for thrust. Blood shoots straight for my dick, and she grinds herself over me twice more before I’m coming. Fisting Selene’s hair, I grip the back of her neck and still her movements as I come.
“Fuck.” I groan, stifling what noise I can against Selene’s neck.
