"Get in."
She slides into the back seat, sundress riding up her thighs as she moves across the cream leather.
I'm going to have her dripping all over these seats.
I climb in after her, pulling the door shut. The space is tight, forcing us close. Her back hits the far door as I bracket her body with mine.
"You're too big for this car."
"I'm too big in general."
She laughs, pulling my shirt over my head. Then she pauses, looking a little less certain.
"What if someone comes in?"
"Then I shoot them."
She rolls her eyes. "I'm serious."
What the fuck? I am serious.
"Not sure why you think that's a joke. But if it helps, I disabled the cameras."
"The staff?—"
"Are at afternoon tea for another forty minutes." I drag my nose along her throat. "We have time."
"What if we don't?"
"Then they find out exactly what their boss's wife sounds like when she comes." I nip her earlobe. "And then they die. Simple."
She shivers, her breathing growing heavy.
"Last chance to back out."
Her hands grip my belt. "No backing out. Make me scream your name…then tell me I'm your good girl."
Fucking Christ.
Her cheeks flush crimson. This needy confidence she's radiating has me wanting to fuck her into next week.
I kiss her like withdrawal is killing me. Two days of restraint have only sharpened the edge.
She tastes like the first hit after swearing you were done.
Keira moans into my mouth, fumbling with my belt. I knock her hands away and do it myself. The second I spring free, her fingers wrap around me.
My forehead drops against hers.
Just her hand, and I'm already losing it.
"Get on top of me."
I drop back against the seat. She climbs over me—knees pressing into leather, sundress bunching around her waist. I shove her panties aside and drag two fingers through her.
Drenched.
My head falls back against the seat, and I let out a groan.
