“What is it?” she asked, her hands relaxing in her lap.

“You have to ask me to give it to you, first.” He reached out and tugged on a piece of her long blonde hair, then trailed his fingers over the curve of her breast. She was so soft. So damn touchable. With his free hand, he slid his seat back as far as it would go. “We agreed to the one time…but if you want help…”

Her breasts rose with the deep breath she took. Something seemed to break inside of her, because she launched herself at him and buried her hands in his hair. “Yes. God, yes. Show me.”

“Wait.” He gripped her thigh. “You forgot to say—”

“Please.” She crawled more fully onto his lap, her mouth pressed tight. The skirt of her dress lifted, and she situated a leg on either side of him, opening herself to his touch. To him. It was a tight fit, but he didn’t give a damn. She needed his help? He would fucking give it to her. “Now do it.”

Curling his hands into her hair, he urged her head back, exposing her neck. She hissed at the gentle tug, acquiescing without a fight. “I didn’t like watching you flirt with that asshole tonight.”

“He’s nothing to me.” She licked her lips. “I’m yours. Right here, right now.”

Lowering his lids, he watched her tits, which rose and fell rapidly. And he barely even heard her words. He dropped a kiss on her cleavage, then nipped the skin. Slowly, he trailed his hands down her back and skimmed them to her inner thighs. When he ran his thumb over her satin panties, she moaned and strained to get closer. “After last night, you should be mine.”

“Yes.” She held onto him tightly. “God, yes.”

He curled his hand in her hair again, tugging a little rougher this time. She cried out, grinding against his cock desperately, turned on beyond belief. “Ask. Me. Nicely.”

“Please make me come. Please make it better.” She cupped his face with her small hands, her body aching with need. “Please kiss me. Now.”

He kissed her, his tongue dueling with hers for dominance. He, of course, won. And he could tell that she loved every second of it. She rode his lap, growing more frantic with each passing thrust. She was so fucking close he could feel it, despite the layers of clothing between them.

When she rubbed against his erection and made the little cry she made right before she came, he ended the kiss. “Enough.”

“But—”

“No arguing.” His hands fell on her hips, holding her still. Not letting her use him to seek her pleasure. Not yet, anyway. “It’s not time yet. First, we need to talk about that date…”

She made a frustrated sound and struggled to move out of his grip. To grind against him more. To come. “Damn you, I didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t have an agreement about not seeing other people.”

No, they didn’t. But it didn’t make him any less frustrated. “I know, but you see…I don’t give a fuck. I don’t know what to tell you, or why I’m so pissed off, but I am.” He reached between them and shoved her panties aside. When his fingers touched her damp flesh, she flung her head back and dug her nails into his shoulders. “You’re supposed to be mine. Say it.”

“I’m sorry. I’m yours. All yours,” she cried out, rocking against his fingers frantically. “Now please take me before I die.”

“Hell yeah.”

Flipping open his console, he moved her back into her own seat, opened his fly, and freed his erection. As soon as he had his dick out, she positioned herself so her mouth was right there. She looked up at him, all green eyes and seduction, and wrapped her hand around him.

It was fucking heaven.

With her mouth poised over the tip, she asked, “May I please?”

“Yes.” Ripping open the condom wrapper, he set it aside. Then he placed his hand around the nape of her neck and urged her closer. “But only till I tell you to stop—and you can’t stop till I say so. Got it?”

“Yes. I’ll listen.”

He pressed her closer, and her mouth closed over him. Groaning at the sensation, he dropped his head back against the headrest. Before he shut out the outside world, he glanced outside. They were still the only car in the parking lot, and no one was nearby. The town car would still be waiting out on the left side of the building, as ordered. On top of that, they were behind a tree.

They had complete privacy…mostly.

But still, he had to make sure not to linger.

“Good girl,” he said, skimming his fingers over her jaw tenderly. She rolled her tongue over the entire length of his cock. His abs seized. “Fuck, that feels good.”

She took more of him into her mouth, moaning. His stomach clenched tight, and he gripped her hair in his fist. The sight of her going down on him, with his fist in her hair, made the magic she was working on him even more intense. She belonged to him.

Right here and now.

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