Page 113 of Now Their Starlet

And I want him.

Now.

Probably a bad idea, considering how small this car is. And that we’re in the parking garage at his workplace.

But the windows are tinted, right?

He grabs hold of my wrist, stopping my wandering hand just before I’m able to feel him.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he breathes out against my lips, pulling back just enough to break the kiss.

My chest heaves as I breathe him and his hazelnut whiskey scent in. His other hand is still gently squeezing the sides of my neck, making my mind fuzzy both from the physical sensation and from how violently turned on I am.

“Why not?” I whine, my lower lip sticking out in a pout.

He leans forward and nips at my lip, letting out a soft chuckle that vibrates through my chest.

“Because if you’re serious about this, then as hard as it is, you listen to my instructions, Honey.” There’s that assertive tone he takes when I’m being a brat. I don’t think I connected the dots about how much I really like it until now. Maybe that’s why I give him so much shit. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me, now did I?”

“No,” I breathe out.

“At least you’re a quick learner,” he chuckles, the hand around my neck shifting so he’s cupping the underside of my jaw instead. His piercing blue eyes scan my face, searching for even the barest hint of fear or apprehension.

He finds none.

“See? I’m okay,” I say softly. “And I—I liked that.”

He lets out a groan, screwing his eyes shut. His hand flexes against my face ever so slightly before he pulls back slowly, turning away from me.

“Everett?”

“Give me a second,” he mutters, leaning forward so he’s resting his forehead against the steering wheel. “I need to convince myself not to drive you back home so we can finish this little game you’ve started.”

“I mean... What’s stopping us?” I ask, sheepishly.

“Do not tempt me.” He shoots me an intense glare, rolling down his sleeves and pulling them tight. “There’s a room full of lawyers waiting for us upstairs, for one.”

“Oh,” I say, wincing. “Totally forgot about that, my bad.”

He lets out a soft chuckle before shaking his head.

“I knew you’d be trouble when you walked down those stairs. Come, let’s get this done.”

He reaches around me and tugs open his glove compartment, pulling out a brand new canister of de-scenter. If it weren’t still in its packaging, I’m sure my inner omega would’ve reared her head and demanded to know what other omega he’s been bringing around in his car.

“Is this for me?” I murmur, taking it from him.

“Of course. I didn’t think I’d need it, but... I’m glad we have it now. I don’t want anyone else catching wind of how delicious you smell, dripping and desperate as you are,” he growls.

“I’m—I’m not!” I protest, my face flushing hot.

His piercing eyes sparkle as his lips tug up in a smirk.

“Oh? And if I reached my hand up that skirt right now, your slick won’t have soaked through your panties?”

“That’s not—that’s just biology!” I pout, rolling the de-scenter on .

“Mhmm. Whatever you need to tell yourself,” he chuckles, opening his car door. I have a few seconds to collect myself as he walks around the front before he opens my own door.