I grabbed his wrist. “Cash—” I hissed.
He sank his teeth into my shoulder, just enough to make me arch back against him.
“You not gonna answer me?”
“I’m good, baby,” I panted. “But what if someone sees us?”
“I’ll shoot a nigga for looking over here,” he growled.
This was crazy, I should’ve stopped him. But my legs seemed to widen on their own volition as his hand continued its journey under the hem of my dress, his fingers brushing the lace of my thong.
“She wet for me?”
I swear his accent made me even wetter.
Cash took my drink and set it aside. Then, with one slow, deliberate pull, he slid my thong down. I lifted my hips to help him.
“I’m keeping these,” he said, shoving them into his pocket.
His hand found its way back up my thighs, teasing over my skin. My nails dug into his arm as he brushed against my clit. My body tightened as he circled it before dipping his between my slick folds.
“Shit. All this for me, Jas?” he muttered, kissing the base of my neck.
I didn’t answer. The thrill of possibly being caught made everything more intense.Better. My mouth parted with a silent moan, and I bit down on my lip hard.
“Should I let you come?” he asked, voice gritty.
I rocked against him as he pumped his fingers in me.
“Mm…” I nodded, the growing pressure made it hard to think straight.
“Use your words, baby girl.”
“Cash, please—” I managed to choke out as he pinched my clit.
Stars exploded behind my eyes. My whole body trembled in his lap as I braced myself against him, riding the wave crashing through me.
“You’re doing so good, my baby,” he praised, low in my ear. “Nobody knows how nasty you’re being for me right now.”
“I’m c—” The words died on my lips. I buried my face in his chest, stifling my cry as another orgasm rolled through me.
Cash slowly pulled his fingers from me, bringing his fingers to his mouth. “Mmm. You taste good as fuck,” he groaned, before pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I smoothed my dress down with shaky hands, trying to gather myself. I went to stand, but my legs felt like jelly.
Cash just watched me, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“You good?” he asked, rising to his feet.
I nodded, even though my heart was still racing and the ghost of his touch still lingered between my thighs.
“Let me get your fine ass home,” he said, tossing some money on the table and taking my hand.
Mike nodded as we passed. “Be easy, Money.”
Cash continued to be the perfect gentleman, opening the door like I wasn’t just coming apart in his lap a few minutes ago.
I sank into the passenger seat, too caught up in the night to say anything. I replayed every second of dinner, our conversation, his touch, the way he made me feel. It wasn’t until we were well on our way that I realized how quiet I’d gotten.
