“Good thing we’ve already had a walkthrough of you just dropping me off after a date and not coming in,” she says, deadpan. “Should make things easier tonight.”
I clear my throat, twisting my lips so I don’t give anything away. “Well, I had a proposition for you …”
She narrows her eyes as if she’s not sure if I’m being serious or fucking with her. It doesn’t take long for curiosity to win.As expected.
“I’ll bite,” she says, smirking. “What’s your proposition, Mr. Bennett?”
The lace slides against my skin, slipping between my fingers. Imagining this on her body, touching all the places I want to lick, makes my heart race. My balls are tight. My head, both of them, are ready to explode.
“I can absolutely take you home just like I did last weekend. Or, since you compromised and agreed to no sex,” I say, barely able to keep a straight face. We both know we’re going to fuck. It comes down to who’s willing to give in first, and teasing her is half the fun. “I thought I’d compromise, too.”
She pulls back, her eyes widening. “Oh, really?”
“I mean, no sex,” I say, grinning. “But if there are other things you’d like to do, I’m game.”
She sinks into her chair as she yanks her napkin off her lap. “I really love everything oral.”
Perfect.“Done. We leave here, and you can blow something.”
“Finally.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Gianna
“This is why this thing between us works,” I say, studying the side of Drake’s face. “You know how to compromise. That’s such an elite ability that most people can’t manage, and it’s such a turn-on.”
The corner of his lips flickers with a grin.
With one hand on the steering wheel and the other in his lap, he navigates us through the streets of Nashville. Drake steps on the gas, pulling smoothly into the left lane. The engine roars as the vehicle lurches forward quickly.Powerfully. We overtake the van in the right lane easily before he deftly moves us in front of it.
That’s so hot.
“Do you live far from here?” I ask, imagining his jaw clenched together while he’s coming.
“Not too far.”
“Good.” I sigh in relief that the pent-up sexual frustration that I’ve been carrying for the last week will finally meet its end. “There’s only so much a girl can do with a vibrator, you know?And, if I’m being honest, I’ve gotten off to the idea of your face between my legs just about every night this week.”
Just the thought of it now is enough to make my insides clench.
He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “You started doing that? I mean, if we’re being honest, I jack myself off to you in the showerevery motherfucking day.”
Oh fuck.My lips part, each breath shaking and coming quick. The vision he just planted in my brain—body wet, muscles flexed, his Adam’s apple bobbing while his hand grips his cock and he moans my name, wrecks my libido.
“What do you think about when you’re coming?” I ask. “My ass? My tits? Shooting it down my throat? Because that’s going to happen as soon as this vehicle stops.”
Drake cups his cock, groaning as he tries to rearrange it. “I’ve fucked you every way you can imagine over the last … how long have we worked together?” He takes his eyes off the road long enough to let them sear into mine. “I met you on a Tuesday. You had on a black skirt and a white top with a giant ketchup stain on the front of it.” He chuckles. “I came so hard that night.” He glances at me again, this time with a smirk. “My cock was buried inside you when I got off.”
“Stop it,” I groan, shifting in my seat. “I’m so wet right now that there’s probably a spot on your seat.”
He flips on his turn signal and slows. I look around, but we aren’t anywhere near a residential area. It’s full of storefronts and gas stations.Maybe he’s taking me to a hotel. Or a parking lot.
That’s never comfortable, but God knows that I’ve done worse.
“Good call,” I say, my heart starting to pound. He makes a left into a strip mall. “I need your cock in my mouth right fucking …” I gasp a breath. “You motherfucker.”
