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"Don't do that. Don't use your wit and charm to make us both too embarrassed to follow through."

He chuckled. "I'm using my wit and charm to seduce you." Then, perhaps understanding that I was testing his resolve—that I had to test it—he said, "We're doing this, Becca. So, pinch your clit. Just a little bit…"

Yep. That was totally working for me. I did what he said, then let out a little moan as my body responded. My thighs tensed, my nipples hardened, and my breath steamed up the window.

"I'm so hard for you, Becca. There's already a few drops glistening at the tip as I imagine pushing slowly inside you. All the way inside you."

I groaned. "Where, inside me?"

"Everywhere there's an opening to exploit!"

That thrilled me and made me laugh at the same time. "I do have a very sweet ass…"

Ben whistled low and appreciatively. "I want to do incredibly filthy things to you and your sweet ass. So tell me more about this call-girl fantasy. Fancy hotel or the back of a car in an alleyway?"

Every breath I drew deepened as my body reacted to his voice and my own fingertips. "No fancy hotel. High class escorts are just fronting. In my fantasy, it's always cheap and dirty."

"What would you wear?" Ben asked, stroking slowly—very slowly.

"Something slutty," I replied, then paused to gasp and arch my neck as I brought myself nearer and nearer to the edge.

"Slutty." He said it as if he were playing with the word on his tongue. What I really wanted was for him to use that tongue on me.

Right now. Anywhere.

"I'm close," I whispered, pressing my back against the window seat.

"Me too," he said, voice dropping another sexy octave. "But I don't want you to come yet."

"Why not?" I whined, gyrating my hips.

"Because I need to extort a promise first."

"What?" I said, sure I'd do just about anything or him in this state.

"You have to promise that tomorrow, you'll let me take you out to dinner."

"I'm not going on a dinner date with you! Or any date." Even the word dating sounded antiquated and childish to my jaded ears.

"We can call it hanging out, if you want."

"People don't hang out for dinner."

"Then breakfast, lunch or coffee, that's the price," Ben said, and somehow made his eyes burn into me all the way from his window to mine.

God, I wanted to come. Worse, I wanted his permission to do it. Damn it. I also wanted to see him finish. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck and every time I pressed against the glass, I melted the ice on it. "Fine. It's a deal. Now talk dirty to me again."

"I'd love to rub the head of my cock on your clit and bring you off just before sliding into you—"

"Oh, God," I cried out, tilting my head back.

"Becca, the sounds you're making are killing me."

"Please," I whimpered.

Which triggered the permission I needed. "Gonna come for me again?"

"Yessssss," I hissed, my thighs clamping around my own hand. "Ohhhhh." Another few shuddering breaths, the ripples of orgasm spread from my center, all through me, my belly trembling as I cried out his name.