I can’t believe I let him kiss me.
I can’t believe I want him to again.
Like he reads my mind, he leans in, sucking lightly on my lower lip, stealing my breath so I can’t protest when he says, “You gonna let me take you home?”
26
MCCARTHY
The night air sobers me up, but not enough to where I stop wanting Jenna.
I kiss her dirty and filthy in the back seat of the limo Jenna had on standby on the off chance that my fake date didn’t end as a flaming dumpster fire.
“You can’t honestly tell me…” I scrape my teeth under her jaw, tangle my hand in her hair, and force her head back so I can kiss her. “That you actually wanted me to take that girl home and fuck her in my bed instead of you, while you hid in the cold garage, wishing itwasyou.”
She’s half sprawled on the seat. She smells like desire, like surrender, like winning.
“I have mindless doomscrolling to catch up on.” Jenna’s straining against me. Just the pressure of her palms against my chest is driving me insane.
“You and I both know you want me to drag you by your hair, throw you on the floor, and rip your panties off.”
One of her hands reaches up to clutch the back of my neck, like she can’t help herself.
“You’re so full of yourself.” She grabs at my hand as I slip it down her dress to cup her tits, soft and warm under the slippery fabric.
She lets out a cry as I pinch her nipple. I silence her with a kiss.
“You don’t even have to admit you were wrong.” My voice is hoarse. “Just come up, come to my penthouse, and spread your pussy for me.”
She grabs my hand as I force her legs apart and moans as I slowly work her through her lace panties.
“Yeah, you want it.”
She arches back.
“You want to crawl on the floor to me, to beg me for it.”
Then she hauls back and slaps me.
“Go to hell. Your cock isn’t that nice.” Scooting down the bench seat, she raps on the divider. It comes down a crack.
“After you take him home, could you drop me at my office?”
“Ignore her,” I order the driver, pressing the button and closing us off from the front of the car.
My hand’s a warm weight over her breast. It slides down her top under the cutout.
“Trying to escape me? I’m not leaving you alone.”
“I have to work.”
“You drank an entire bottle of wine, Cupcake. You’re not working.”
Her hair smells like wild honey. Her mouth tastes like red wine.
Jenna rearranges her clothes hastily as the limo parks in front of the tower.
I throw my suit jacket over her shoulders as Anton opens the door.
