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“Thank you…” is all I manage to whisper.

“You’re welcome, Reya,” he replies softly.

He grabs my waist and pulls me toward the car as my fingers brush against the cold paintwork.

When I turn back to him, I don't have time to say anything, because his hand catches my face, and he kisses me unexpectedly again.

I laugh against his mouth. “Are you doing this to distract me?”

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect. You're overthinking things.” He opens the driver's side door without taking his eyes off me. “Get in.”

I look at him, brows furrowed, “You’re not going to tell me to be careful, are you?”

He pretends to think for a second. “No.”

I laugh again, this time more openly, and settle into the seat as if it were perfectly natural. He doesn't close the door right away. He stays there, then leans over and fastens the seatbelt around me. “Just to be safe, you never know.” His fingers brush against my shoulder, then my waist. He takes his time as if he wants to make sure I'm really there.

I look up at him and smile, “Come on, get in, princess.”

He looks at me without speaking, then bends down and grips my neck hard. “Kiss me, you idiot. Keep provoking me like that and I’ll punish you tonight.” He bites my cheek afterward and laughs before whispering, “Adorable.”

He then settles in the passenger seat while I turn on the radio, and the sound explodes in the car. I turn it up louder without asking him, just because it makes me laugh, because everything suddenly becomes too easy, too intense, and I feel that stupid surge of joy in my chest that I don't want to stop.

Freedom.

I start the car and place my hand on his thigh like he usually does for me. It makes him laugh, and it amuses me way too much to play with him like that.

I’m sure he’s loving it.

He holds it for a few seconds, then slowly moves it towards him, between his legs. I feel his dick hardening beneath my fingers, his gaze still fixed on me, as if he's already testing how far I'll let him go.

He then leans forward, and I feel his breath before his words. “You’re playing with me, Mireya.”

And instead of pulling away, I smile. Because I like it, way too much. My hand presses against his growing erection before moving up and gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at me while I keep the car straight, too fast, too sure for someone supposed to be distracted.

“I'm driving today," I say, "I do what I want, Mister Caldwell."

His gaze remains on me, like I'm becoming exactly what he wants to see… and he's not sure he wants to stop me.

His hand slides over mine again, slow, and possessive, before he kisses my neck and whispers, “Look ahead and let me do this. You deserve to be punished, I think.”

And I keep driving, the music is loud, his presence next to me is louder. I can feel him touching me, caressing my neck softly. “Keep your eyes on the road,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. “We’ll see if you’re still so insolent when I’m done with you.”

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye for a second, long enough to meet his gaze.

“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling his kisses on my neck getting sloppier, and more passionate. His hand disappears between my thighs as I hear the zipper of my jeans unzip.

The warmth of his fingers teasing my clit slowly at first catches me off guard.

“Damien…” I whimper, already losing track of what I was supposed to do.

“Shh,” he murmurs, smiling against my neck. “I told you to keep driving.”

His hand slips inside my panties, and I let out a high-pitched, surprised sound I didn’t even know I could make.