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“With what?”

“Water.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Okay. At least you got that part right.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever, Miss YouTube University.”

I blow out a frustrated breath, realizing for the first time I’m straddling him.

I note the irritation in his voice… but I have a way of making it disappear.

“You know…” My finger trails lightly over the center of his chest. “You don’t have to leave.”

His eyes drop to my finger. He audibly swallows. “Yes. I really do.”

I slowly roll my hips. He immediately swells beneath me.

He opens his mouth, but I put my finger against his lips, shutting him up.

I don’t say anything.

Instead, I roll my hips back and forth, then around in a slow circle.

A hiss leaves his lips. Whiskey eyes lock on mine.

Oh, my. He does have an anaconda in his pants.

“I really should go. Call an Uber.”

I grab his hand and drag it up the center of my catsuit, over my neck and to my lips. I drag my tongue along his index finger, never stopping the movement of my hips.

“Or… you can stay here. And I’ll take you back to your vehicle.” I lick the tip, then put his finger in my mouth, sucking on it like I would his cock. “Later, of course.”

Heat fills his irises, turning them molten.

“I shouldn’t,” he rasps.

“Why not? You’re not gay. There’s no wedding ring…” I suck on his finger again, tormenting him, then slowly release it. “Girlfriend?”

He grunts out a “No,” his breath coming out faster.

“Then there’s nothing stopping you.” I smile. “Stopping us.”

He shakes his head. But I see his resistance is hanging by a thread.

“I shouldn’t. I don’t know you.”

“My name’s Callie Quinn.” I roll my hips faster. “Twenty-six, single, excellent credit. No criminal record that I know of.”

His brows pull together.

“And you are?”

He stares at me.

“Oh, come on. Tell me.”

His hands grab my hips, stopping them. He doesn’t try to push me off, so that’s a good sign.