Tempt The Boss (Tempt 1)

He gets in, closes the door, and gives the driver my address. “Come here.” He pulls me into his lap to straddle him, my knees coming to rest on the seat by his hips.

His hands go straight to my ass, squeezing it, before they roam up my back to the base of my neck, where one makes its way into my hair, the other locked around the small of my back holding me in place.

He closes his fist around my hair, giving it a little tug as he thrusts his cock up against my center.

My head drops back as a groan leaves me.

“No sex in the cab,” the driver admonishes from the front.

“No worries,” Austin assures him.

His fisted hand in my hair guides my mouth to his, where I open for him immediately as his tongue darts in and out of my mouth. Our kiss is frantic, leaving us both breathless.

He pulls my hair, my head rolling back and to the side as his mouth starts working my neck. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers. “Can’t wait to fuck you.” His words shoot straight through me, and my clit throbs in response. “If I slid your panties to the side, would your pussy be wet for me, Lauren?”

I look at him innocently, a small smirk playing on my lips. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I will hold nothing back with this. I’ve held back for too long. His hand releases my hair, skating down my neck, then my arm, until they finally land on my hips. He stops for a second, and I grind down on him. “Don’t stop.” I lean forward and nip at his neck and then suck on it.

“Oh, I’m not stopping, baby, not at all,” he promises right before his hands rub down my thighs and then back up. Once, twice, making me shiver with anticipation each time. On the third pass, he brings the front of my skirt up with his hands.

The tips of his thumbs rest against the soaked black lace of the panties I’m wearing under my skirt. “Next time, don’t wear panties. I’ll finger fuck you in the restaurant. Got it?” I can barely focus on what he’s saying, my body is so keyed up waiting for him to touch me.

Using his left thumb, he hooks the lace to the side, grazing through my wetness as he drags the material over.

“Next time? Next time, I’ll suck your dick in the car before we even get to the restaurant,” I whisper in his ear before I rise up on my knees a bit, giving him space to enter me. He groans out his reply just as the car breaks suddenly.

“Okay, Romeo and Juliet, it’s twenty-eight fifty. Is that cash or credit?”

I get off his hips, while he grabs his wallet from his back pocket and swipes his card. “Keep the receipt.” He grabs my hand and exits the cab. He waits for me to get out before slamming the door closed.

“Let’s go, Mr. Mackenzie. I have plans for you,” I tease him as I walk ahead of him, adding a bit more swing to my strut. “You made some promises back there. You’re planning on keeping them, right?” I ask coyly.

“Oh, I’ll be fucking keeping those promises, alright. Tonight, tomorrow morning, tomorrow afternoon, and then again tomorrow night. The question is, do you think you can handle me?” He comes at me, picking me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my hands around his neck as I lean down and kiss him hard. I lightly lick across his lower lip before I drag it back across and push it inside his mouth. Our tongues tangle as my back hits the door. My stomach flip-flops, and my heart jack-hammers in my chest. “Open the door, Lauren. Now,” he roughly demands, and my core quivers in response to the tone of his voice.

“I don’t have my purse,” I tell him but snap my fingers. “Wait! I have a spare!” I tell him as I rush over to the potted plant on my front porch, pushing it over and bending to pick up the key. Okay, fine, I may wiggle my hips a bit in the hopes that he is watching. And from the groan that comes out of him, it seems he is.

I head back to the door and feel his chest at my back as I push the key into the lock. His arm snakes around my waist and he slides his hand down from my belly to cup my pussy. “Not so fast,” he says right at my ear. I whimper as I wait to see what he’ll do next. “I didn’t check if you’re wet yet.”

My head falls back on his chest, and the hand not holding the key still in the lock latches on to the forearm banded around my waist. I tilt my face up so he can kiss me. He presses his lips to mine and against them, he whispers, “I’m going to finger fuck you right here, and you’re going to come for me, and come hard, right now, Lauren.” I moan my agreement, to which he replies, “But you can’t make a noise. Can you be quiet, Lauren?” I shake my head no.