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I do as he asks because even though I hate surprises, I’m a little giddy about where he could be taking me. He wraps the fabric around my head, tying it in the back.

“Kinky.”

His lips brush my ear. “If you’re good, we’ll use it again later tonight.”

“You’re not playing fair.” I turn around, feeling blindly for him. He takes my hand, leading me to the car and doesn’t shut the door until I’m buckled in.

I hear the car purr to life, and a few seconds later we’re pulling away from the curb. I reach across the car, wanting to touch his leg or hold his hand, but because I’m the luckiest girl in the world, my fingers land on his cock.

He sucks in a sharp breath as I explore his hard length, which grows considerably with each passing second, and after a moment, he captures my hand and moves it to his thigh.

“Hey!”

He chuckles. “If you’re not careful, I’ll have to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road.”

Heat rushes between my thighs, and I squeeze my legs together, suppressing the throb. “I’m on board with that. Pull over.”

“You are going to be the death of me,” he murmurs.

“Chicken,” I taunt.

“If I didn’t have something special planned, I’d have you naked and riding my cock before you could even breathe my name.”

I squeeze my thighs together again, and Rex releases my hand. I hate not being able to see. A moment later his hand lands on my thigh, making its way toward the throb, and I shift around in my seat.

“Are you that turned on right now, baby?”

I nod, afraid to speak for fear of sounding needy and desperate. He must see me nod, or feel the desire pouring off of me, because next thing I know he pops the button on my jeans and his hand slips into the front.

“Make room for me, Shae.”

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I’m blindfolded in a car with a dangerously sexy man who is going to get me off while driving down the road.

“Please let me take the blindfold off,” I beg. I lower my pants enough for him to maneuver.

“I can’t do that.”

My hips buck with the first swipe of his finger. “Rex.”

“Put your right hand on the door, Shae.” Once I comply he croons, “Good girl. Now put your left on my leg.” I curl my fingers over his thigh. “The only thing you’re allowed to move are your hips. Your hands stay in place. Understand?”

I nod, and he rewards me by pressing the heel of his hand against my clit and pushing his fingers deep inside my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, tossing my head back.

“Look at you.” His husky voice has dropped a few levels, and I imagine his hooded eyes bouncing between his hand and the road. “You’re so wet, Shae.”

“Feels so good,” I mumble, reminding myself that I can’t reach for him.

Rex’s fingers work with a distinct precision. He plays my body like a fine-tuned guitar, gently working me to the edge with each swipe of his fingers. He curls them inside me, and I arch off the seat, eagerly searching for more. When those magical fingers pull out, circling around my clit, a kaleidoscope of colors explodes behind my eyelids.

He continues his ministrations as my body convulses around his hand, riding out the waves of this intense orgasm. My body is on fire, flames of lust racing up my spine. Chest heaving, clit throbbing, I relax against the soft leather seat. Rex gently tugs his hand from my pants. Blindly snagging his wrist, I guide his hand to my mouth.

“Baby, what’re you—” The words die on his lips as I suck his fingers, tasting my arousal. “Fuck.”

My tongue swirls around, licking his fingers clean. I hear the crunch of gravel beneath the tires, and then the car comes to a stop. Slowly, deliberately, I pull his fingers from my mouth. “You have incredible fingers. They’re positively magical.”

“And you have a magical mouth,?