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His thumb brushes my lip, dragging it down a little. He eases my mouth open because he already knows I won’t stop him.

I swallow, and his eyes flicker. He feels it. His thumb slides into my mouth, and he watches me take it.

“Such a pretty little mouth. I wonder how I could fill it?”

My eyes go wide, and I look at him. No one has ever talked to me this way, and instead of backing off, I want more of it.

I’ve never even sucked a cock. Not once, but right now if he told me to, I’d be on my knees before he finished asking. I don’t give a fuck.

His hand leaves my throat, and I almost chase it. Then it glides down over my chest, over my sheer black top under my jean jacket, pressing through the fabric. His fingers trace the edge of my bra and keep going. I breathe in and don’t stop him.

“Doll, what would I find if I kept going? Would you already be wet for me?”

Yes, the fuck I would be.

Chapter 34

Katie

The SUV stops, and I catch the neon from Voltage in the window. Sarah and Luca are already standing on the sidewalk across the street, waiting for us. I reach for my seatbelt, but Michael’s hand covers mine.

“Not yet.”

“Dude, what?”

“You are so impatient,” he says, and then he’s kissing me again, his hand on my face. His tongue enters my mouth and—fuck me.

I lean into him, trying to get closer, but the belt’s tight across me. I push forward anyway trying to force the space to disappear. His hand leaves my face and drops down, and I feel him go for the seatbelt. There’s a click, and I’m free. I don’t even get a second to move before he’s dragging me into his lap straddling him.

“Is that better?” he asks against my mouth.

“Much better,” I breathe, and press right back into him.

That’s when the privacy screen starts to slide down. Panic hits me.

“Oh my god,” I whisper into his neck embarrassed.

“Up. Now.” Michael’s voice cuts out, pissed.

I start to move, trying to get off him, but his hand catches me and keeps me right where I am.

“Not you, Doll.”

I freeze, still in his lap, my face burning as I hear the screen shifting again behind us. Right. He’s not talking to me. He’s talking to Sal.

“Hey,” he says, lifting my face until I meet his eyes.

I push myself up and immediately wish I could disappear. My face is on fire, and I don’t even have to ask, I know exactly what I look like right now.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, brushing my hair back out of my face. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Michael—“

He shakes his head and presses his finger to my mouth.

“You’re my girlfriend. We’re allowed to do this.”

I squint at him. “I’m still embarrassed.”