I gripped the wheel harder, knuckles bone-white, as my hips jerked up helplessly. The obscene sounds filled the car—slick, desperate, hungry—and I could feel my control fraying with every breath.
“Jesus,” I rasped. “You’re going to kill me.”
She didn’t stop. If anything, she doubled down—hollowing her cheeks, tongue teasing the tip, eyes gleaming with mischief when she glanced up at me like she knew exactly what she was doing.
The dashboard screen lit up suddenly, the car system cutting in with an incoming call.
I swore under my breath.
The SUV behind us stayed too close in the rearview mirror, its dark shape filling the lane like a shadow glued to my bumper. Of course they were watching.
I tapped the steering wheel control without taking my eyes off the road. “What.”
“Boss,” one of my men said through the speakers, his voice slightly distorted. “Everything good? You slowed down.”
She froze for half a second.
Then she looked up at me—and giggled.
My jaw tightened.
“Stay back,” I said evenly. “And don’t call unless someone’s dying.”
A pause. “Understood.”
The line disconnected.
I kept driving, slower now, one hand firm on the wheel as I finally glanced down at her.
“Where were we?”
Her moans grew more frantic, matching the pace of her mouth as she worked me over. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in sync with every pass of her tongue.
Then, in a ragged whisper, she breathed against me, “I’m so fucking wet right now.”
That did it.
I spotted a gravel turnoff up ahead—some kind of lookout or empty service road—and jerked the wheel, swerving us onto it without a word. She didn’t stop.
Jesus Christ, she just kept going.
“Kira,” I growled. “Stop. Now.”
She lifted her head, eyes dark and lips slick. “What?”
I slammed the car into park, pushed my seat all the way back, and pointed. “Jeans and panties. Off. Now.”
A flicker of realization flashed in her eyes—and then she was moving, shoving denim down her thighs.
“Faster,” I snapped, breath ragged. “Climb me. Now.”
It was chaos. She wriggled onto my lap, both of us fumbling, gasping, her fingers braced on my shoulders as she lowered herself onto me.
We both groaned, as I sank into her.
“You realize if a car passes, I’m gonna have to kill someone,” I muttered, gripping her hips. “Because this view is for me and me alone.”
She laughed, breathless, and rolled her hips slowly.
