I groan and drag a hand down my face again.“So I’m seriously driving you home wearing my own cum.”
She bites her lip, eyes dancing, but then adds innocently, “If it makes you feel any better...I’m wet too.”
The image that forms in my head makes me groan again.My hand is inching toward her thigh before I catch myself.
I want to touch her.Fuck, I want to slide my hand between her legs and feel exactly how wet she is.I want to make her come apart the way she just made me lose it.Want to watch her face, hear more of those sexy sounds she makes, and feel her come against my hand.
But not here.Not when anyone could see us.We’re already pushing our luck.
“Yeah, but you didn’t come in your pants.”
“Oh, I was close,” she says, eyes narrowing with mischief.“Don’t worry.”
“Pretty sure I could’ve made you come too,” I mutter, still stunned by how fast everything escalated.My heart is still racing after touching her.This isn’t me.I don’t lose control.I’ve built my entire life on discipline.But with her, it all goes out the window.
“Would that make me feel better?”
“It’d make me feelwaybetter.Because right now, I feel like a stupid kid who couldn’t keep it together.What the hell is happening to me?”
She just smiles, soft and unbothered.Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
And fuck, I like that smile.
I go to the bathroom and clean up quickly before we head out to the car, my body still tight with leftover tension, desperate to shower, to breathe, to reset.She walks beside me like she owns the sidewalk, cool and untouched.Meanwhile, I’m a wreck in slacks.
When we reach the car, I open the passenger side for her, drop my briefcase into the trunk, and circle around to the driver’s seat.I slide in, hand on the ignition, but I don’t turn the key.
She’s right there beside me.Breathing steady.Legs crossed.
And I’m not done.
Not even close.
I stare at the wheel, then over at her.My hand twitches toward her thigh.I want her to feel as out of control as I do.
“Come here,” I say roughly, knowing my car windows are tinted as dark as possible.
She tilts her head.“What are you doing?”
“I need more of you.”I tug her gently by the wrist.She doesn’t resist.I guide her onto my lap, and she straddles me in the driver’s seat without a single word.Her knees press into either side of me, and her hands settle on my shoulders like she’s always belonged there.My pulse slams through me.
“Fuck, look at you,” I murmur, my hands holding her waist.“And I didn’t get to return the favor.And that’s not okay with me.”
She leans in, lips brushing mine with a hint of defiance.“Then do something about it.”
Biting down on my lower lip, she kisses me hard, her tongue tangling with mine.I let her lead for a second before I slide one hand up her back up to fist her hair, angling her head exactly where I want it.
I kiss down her jaw and neck, to the spot beneath her ear.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe against her skin.“Do you know that?Do you even know what you do to me?”
She whimpers, and the sound goes straight through me.
Her hips start to rock over my soaked pants, grinding, slow and deliberate.And fuck me, I’m already rock hard again.
The friction is torture, but this time, I’m holding on, or at least trying to.
My hands skim under her shirt, up over her hot skin, over her ribs, until I’m squeezing her breasts over her bra.She arches into my touch.
“These,” I say, dusting my thumb over her nipples.“Have been driving me crazy all night.”
