Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

Her next stroke was more confident and I choked back a groan. The girl’s effect on me was insane.

The interior of my Porsche wasn’t built for comfortable fucking, if that was where this was headed, but I didn’t care about comfort now. There was only the shocking need inside me. I wanted to extinguish it by sinking my cock so far inside M she’d forget everything else. So neither one of us would know her name.

The power seat slid back as far as it would go while she continued her teasing. “Take off your coat,” I commanded.

Her delicate hands abandoned me to undo the belt at her waist, then release the buttons one by one, her gaze stuck to me like she couldn’t look anywhere else. When her coat was off, I held out my hand.

“Climb over the console and get in my lap.”

She stared at my hand like she was making a choice, even though we both knew she’d already made it. “Is there enough space for me?”

“You mean because of my enormous cock?” I teased. “Get over here and finish what you started.”

I’d hoped the joke would break some of her tension, and it seemed to work. She put a hand on my shoulder, and after some maneuvering, she had a knee on either side of the driver’s seat, the steering wheel just a few inches from her ass. I tipped my head to look up at her, pushing back the blonde hair that tumbled into my face, and set one hand on her hip, urging her to settle down on me.

“Are you going to kiss me?” she asked.

I gave her a smirk. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

“I haven’t kissed anyone new in a long time.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

Her hips shifted down, setting her weight on my erection in a pleasurable and torturous way. “Yes,” she said. “I want you to kiss me.”

“All right,” I said, thrilled with not just her request, but how her choked voice made it sound like a plea. Nothing compared to the sound of a woman begging. I tangled my hand in her hair and tugged her close.

Couldn’t just go and do it, though. I teased, letting my lips hover over hers, enjoying the soft rasp of her hurried breathing. I skated my mouth over her cheek, sifting my hands through her soft hair that smelled really fucking good. A tremble built inside her, forcing her to vibrate.

She wasn’t cold. I’d made her take off her jacket, but I also had the heat on high, and the windows were already fogged. Her shudder was in anticipation, and I savored it for one final moment more before I captured her lips with mine.

Holy shit.

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THREE

NOEMI

Joseph Monsato reeked of confidence, power, and authority. I’d spent my life around men like him, so I knew it in an instant, but his power was different than what I was used to. Persuasive and . . . sexual. He wasn’t a model, but his body sold sex and sin, and I’d never seen a more fascinating creature. I was thrilled to let my responsible self fall under his spell.

He was a stranger, and yet I sat in his lap, making out with him in the driver’s seat of his ridiculous Porsche. He held me steady with a firm grip on my jaw, while I was adrift from what his incredible mouth was doing to mine.

Ross, my selfish ex, in two years had never kissed me the way Joseph was doing now. Confident and skilled. Like an artist honing his craft, Joseph painted a new sensation with each brush of his lips or caress of his tongue. He didn’t ask permission. No, this man took what he wanted. He possessed only my mouth, but it felt like my entire body was under his command.

He’d ordered me to take off my coat and get in his lap, and I’d done it. I’d made the decision tonight to do the opposite of anything normal, sensible Noemi would do. Get in the car with a beautiful, strange man I’d met five minutes before? Cautious Noemi wouldn’t dream of it. This wild version of myself not only got into the car, but she flirted.

I wasn’t sure how much credit to give myself about hitting on him. Even when I made a move, he was pushing me further, directing my actions. Weirdly, I’d liked it. Following his orders made it easier to throw caution aside.

His lips pressed against mine, firm and demanding, which made sense. Every inch of Joseph was demanding. He wasn’t the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, but he was beautiful. Tall and lean, as if efficient, compact muscle stretched on his narrow frame. Striking eyes bene

ath dark eyebrows, a long, straight nose, and a sexy mouth. The things that tumbled out of it were shocking, but I couldn’t deny those dirty words played a factor in his overall appeal.

His hand on my jaw drifted to my shoulder, and then his fingers curled so he could drag his nails lightly down my arm, all the while kissing me. His mouth was addictive with its wicked, teasing movements. He drew my bottom lip in and bit down gently, forcing a startled noise from me. I sounded as if I needed air, panting and gasping like I was drowning on dry land. I was.

I was drowning in his kiss.

My hands moved independent of thought, pushing his jacket open and I set my palms flat on his chest. Beneath his dress shirt, I could feel the hard muscle and the rapid thump of his heartbeat, which was beating only half as fast as mine.