Page 41 of Making Over Maris

“No, Sara.”

She put out a lip. “Why not?” Seriously? She was practically begging for it. Couldn’t he see that? She sucked in a breath and prepared to unleash her inner Dominatrix but he forestalled her.

He went all somber and sincere. Took her hand. Caressed it with his thumb. “I want to do this right, Sara. This is only our second date. Our second fake date,” he corrected himself and she winced. “According to all the research material you gave me, a gentleman does not allow penetration on the second date.”

Fuck. But she was horny now. “Jack—”

“Get your things, Sara. We don’t want to be late.”

She studied him, considering her options. She could slowly unbutton her blouse—or ignore the blouse altogether and stroke a nipple. That would probably get his attention. Or she could simply demand he get on his fucking knees and service her—she really liked that option. But when she’d tried that tack with Todd, it hadn’t gone well. In fact it had been disastrous.

No, she should probably suck it up and get her things and go with him.

And concentrate on seducing the shit out of him all afternoon.

He tapped his toe and she realized he probably wasn’t going to cave. That was the thing about Jack Maris. Once he made up his mind on an issue, it was set in stone. He was extraordinarily stubborn like that.

“All right.” She tossed the box of chocolates on the table. “But I need to use the facilities first.” She did. She needed to mop up.

“Don’t be long.”

She left the front door open. It annoyed her that he remained on the porch.

Damn, he was stubborn. Intractable. Obstinate. She hated that about him.

She rushed to the bathroom and did what she needed to do. She changed her undies as well. Because hell, they were wet. It probably wouldn’t make much difference because arousal was still bubbling through her and would be…until she had that fat cock inside her.

She’d never been this aroused.

In the hope it would help, when she yanked up her pants she wedged them into her slit so they would rub against her clit. Maybe that would make her come. If nothing else it would serve as inspiration in her quest to beat down Jack’s defenses.

She winced with every step though as she made her way back into the living room. “Okay. I’m ready,” she said, grabbing her purse and keys.

He smiled. “You look nice.” His lips were warm on her forehead. His scent surrounded her. Oh. He smelled clean and fresh—as if he’d just done his laundry. His heat surrounded her too. Her head went light. She squeezed her thighs together. Her clit thrummed.

“Thank you. Where are we going?” She stepped off the porch and her panties tightened. She shivered.

Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea…

“You’ll see.” He led her to the car and helped her in. Thank God he helped her in. As she angled herself into the low-slung sports car, her homemade thong gouged into her tender flesh. She fought back a whimper. He came around the car and got in on the driver’s side, studying her for a long while. Too long. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm hmm.” She bit her lip.

“Sara?”

“Yes, Jack. I’m fine.” She didn’t mean to snap at him. This was her fault. “Let’s go.”

“Are you mad?”

“No. I’m not mad.” Again. With the snapping. “Let’s go.”

He shook his head and muttered something and started the car.

The drive seemed to take forever though in truth their destination wasn’t very far. She felt every bump in the road, every minute movement of the car. In her clit.

They hopped on the Ventura Freeway and headed through the Valley into the Los Angeles basin. When he took the Silver Lake off-ramp, she glanced at him. She wanted to ask again but knew he wouldn’t tell her where they were going.

He parked next to a bland brick warehouse that had seen better days and cut the engine. “Here we are.” He shot her a grin. “I hope you like it.”