‘How about slut? My sweet fucking whore? How do those work for you?’
Cue a sharp intake of breath, and if I could watch her properly, I’d bet money on there being a flare in her gaze. Shock, absolutely. But something else, too.
‘N-no one has ever called me such names.’
‘I’ll bet no one ever ate you out in a conference room, either.’
Her cheeks flush, her hands opening and closing on the fabric of her dress, prompting me to honesty.
‘Sadie, I’m sorry for not telling you the truth. Sorry if I hurt you. But there’s something about playacting. Something about taking on a role that’s hard to explain.’
‘No. I think I get it,’ she says quietly, still refusing to look at me. She doesn’t truly get it, but she will. ‘It doesn’t matter how fine your life is; sometimes, it’s good to be someone else, for at least a little while.’
Of course, she came to London, to escape whatever—shitty boyfriends, an unsatisfying job? Maybe just to feel—to experience.
‘I’m glad you understand.’ My words are quiet, my tone a little hoarse. ‘What we have, I think, is both real and pretend. Real for the attraction, pretend for the length of time we have to experience it.’
‘Yes, I suppose you’re right.’
‘And I don’t want to waste any more time. I like you, Sadie. Maybe we could do with some ground rules. You tell me what you want, and I’ll try to give it to you.’
‘What about you?’ Her head swings to mine. ‘What’s in this for you?’
‘What do you think?’ As the cars in front slow to a stop, I take the opportunity to let my gaze make a slow perusal of her body. ‘You,’ I answer simply. ‘I get you. Because, despite my teasing, I want you more than I can remember ever wanting anything.’
‘Where are you going with this?’
‘All kind of places and in all kinds of ways. But for now, you can just spread your legs for me.’
‘Sure.’ One little word, so much scorn. ‘That’s all men ever want, until they don’t anymore.’
‘Spread your legs, Sadie. Not figuratively.’ I keep my voice even, my tone smooth, and my eyes on the road. ‘It’s not so hard to let your knees fall open.’
‘Y-you mean, now?
‘Yeah, for starters.’ I palm my half hard cock. ‘Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? The anger in your eyes and the pulse jumping in your throat. My cock is the rock, and this car the fucking hard place. I’m desperate to get you home.’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse so much.’
‘Stick around, plum. My dirty talk will rock your world.’
The car falls silent but for the sound of her rapid breathing over the patter of rain and the glide of the wipers, the cloudy afternoon wrappings us in its shroud.
Out of the corner of my eye, Sadie presses her lips together, rolling them inwards and running them together as though contemplating a response. But I know I’ve got her. I can tell by the way her nipples poke through her bra and her dress. It’s not just the rain and cool air that has them standing stiff.
I slide my hand over to her knee, and she allows me to guide them apart. Then, in an action reminiscent of our first night, I gather the fabric, pulling it up her creamy thighs.
‘There, that’s better,’ I murmur, my eyes flicking to her knickers then back to the road.Pink and girlish. A white lace trim around the edges.‘You know what would be even better still?’ I state as though suggesting something mundane. I turn my head briefly, our gazes connecting with a spark. ‘If you slipped your knickers off.’
‘Yeah, sure.’ The words escape with a soft yet disbelieving laugh. ‘But you go first.’
A confident smile plays on her lips. She thinks she’s got me; how on earth would I be able to remove my boxers from behind the wheel of my car.
‘Is that a deal?’ I ask, and she’s already nodding her head as I reach one handed for my button fly, already straining weighty and thick.
A sharp intake of breath. ‘You can’t mean to... ’ Her eyes glued to my fingers as I pop button after button. ‘Not while you’re driving.’
‘A deal’s a deal,’ I reply, flicking the last button before peeling the sides of my jeans apart just enough to free my cock from the confines of the denim, sans underwear.
