Needs it. Just like I do.
My fingers find the edge of her panties, already damp with anticipation, and I hook them to the side without hesitation.
Her pussy is already wet, her body throbbing with need, and I feel a primal satisfaction at the evidence of her desire.
I slide a finger inside her, slow and deliberate. The quiet hum of the engine masks the soft gasp she tries to swallow, her hand flying to her mouth. Her nails dig into the seat, her body trembling as she struggles to stay silent.
The driver remains oblivious, his focus on the road ahead, but I’m not seeing anything past her.
She squeezes around me, hot and tight, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. My free hand grips her thigh, holding her steady as my fingers move deeper and more relentlessly. The scent of her arousal fills the confinedspace, musky and sweet, and my cock throbs against my jeans, painfully hard.
Emma’s eyes lock with mine, her irises dark with want, her pupils dilate with need. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I can see the tension winding through her body, the way her muscles tighten, her slick heat pulsing around my fingers.
She’s close.
So fucking close.
Emma’s body tenses, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. I lean closer, my voice low and commanding as I whisper,“Come for me, baby.”
Her eyes flutter shut, a soft, broken moan slipping past her lips as she falls apart. The sound is quiet, but Ifeelit—her walls clenching around my fingers, her body trembling as she rides it out, her slickness coating my hand.
I pull my hand free, her wetness glistening on my fingers, and bring them to my lips. Her taste is sweet, intoxicating, and I close my eyes as I savor it. Emma catches her breath, her chest heaving, her face flushed with the aftermath of her orgasm.
The Uber rolls to a stop, the driver glancing in the mirror, clueless about the sin sitting inches behind him. Neither of us moves—the air hums with heat, heavy and electric, like the world’s holding its breath.
My pulse is still hammering, my body taut with lingering desire. Emma’s gaze meets mine, her lips parted, her breath trembling, and I know this isn’t over.
Not even close.
The second we pull up to my place, we’re mumbling thanks and practically bolting from the car, hands tangled, hearts racing.
Every step to the door is a blur of want, every thought a flash of everything I’m about to do to her.
Then a chill creeps up the back of my neck as I slide the key into the lock.
And Marcus O’Rear steps out of the shadows at the side of my house.
“Learning all kinds of new things about you these days,” he says, a gleaming metal crowbar in his hand as he looks Emma up and down in a way that makes me see red.
I step in front of her to block his view. “Emma, go in and lock the door.”
“But—”
“Just go. I’ll just be a minute.”
She hesitates but does as I ask.
When I hear the click of the lock behind her, I say. “What do you want, Marcus?”
He chuckles. “Three million dollars. Same as I always want.”
“I don’t have it. You know I don’t have it. And it’s not my debt to pay. Go to hell and get it from my father.”
He makes atsksound. “Oh, Liam. The tally just keeps growing with each day you refuse to pay, puck boy. You make millions a year. You have it.”
“No. I don’t.”
He sighs. “Well, I cannot say I don’t enjoy a good beatdown. I enjoy inflicting pain on people, but I do feel sorry for you at this point. Just pay the debt, and I’ll be gone. No more of these little meetups. Nothing more for you to worry about.”
