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He opened the back door to the Town Car. I slid inside, and he confirmed the address of my office building with the driver. As we waited to pull out into traffic, he raised the privacy glass.
With the barrier, the interior of the car seemed smaller. My heart rate sped up at being in the enclosed space with Carlos.
“You didn’t have to do this.” I waved around the car.
“Gabriel enjoyed the ride.” His long legs were stretched out in front of him, the dark slacks accentuating them as if they’d been custom tailored. The white button-down shirt popped against his cinnamon skin, and I swallowed hard at the hint of his chest, taunting me. “No more trouble?”
“No. I haven't heard anything else.” I averted my eyes. Just because Jason was back in jail didn’t mean everything was okay. His parole officer kept me as informed as she could, but there had been no communication with her beyond her text.
“Nothing exists outside this car while I get you to work.”
He left me no room to argue. The only thing in my world right here and now was him.
“Okay,” I said shakily, my nerves getting the best of me.
“You are simply magnificent.” His index finger ran down my sternum between theVof my blouse, and I held my breath. “This is still what you want?” His thumb brushed my bottom lip, and he might as well have touched me between my thighs.
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
He grasped my chin and locked eyes with me. “Take off your panties.”Here? Now?I glanced at the partition separating us from the driver and wondered how private we really were. “I won't repeat myself. Do it or this ends.”
I sucked in a lungful of air and stuck my hands under my skirt, attempting to keep myself as covered as possible in the process. I shimmied my panties off my hips and down my legs until I had the red lace in my hands, uncertain what to do with them now that they were off.
“Give them to me.” I dropped them in his palm. “Did you wear these for me, Beauty?”
Heat crept up my neck in a blistering pace to my cheeks, undoubtedly giving away my embarrassment. “Yes,” I whispered. I'd most definitely had Carlos in mind when I'd skipped over my white cotton underwear this morning.
“Very good.” He tucked them into the front pocket of his shirt, the red looking pink as it showed through the white fabric. His large hand cupped my thigh. I inched down the seat, itching for him to go higher. What the hell? I'd propositioned him for sex. The ride to work wasn't infinite. If the man was willing to give me orgasms, I was ready to receive them.
His fingers moved against the skin of my leg, so lightly it might not have registered had I not been so focused on his touch. Then, as if a cord holding him back had been cut, his lips found mine. They were every bit as penetrating as the look he'd given me seconds before. He was forbidden, and not because I wouldn't let myself get close to him. Carlos was the grown version of a bad boy. Something about him was dangerous, yet there was just enough good that made him utterly enticing. He kissed me like it was his right to do so. Like hehadto do it. There was no chance to think about resisting—not that I would have.
The hand on my thigh flexed, and I closed them together, all the stimulation congregating at my throbbing clit. I leaned toward him, the small distance between us suddenly too much. I grazed the pocket stuffed with my underwear and blushed, but it wasn't from shame. It turned me on. I was already squirming in my seat, seeking friction.
His mouth skated across my jaw, nipping on the flesh between my ear and neck. I shivered, my head falling back. “We don't have much time,” he murmured regretfully. I'd forgotten I had anywhere to be at all. “How many, Beauty?”
His finger trailed from my shoulder down to my breast, circling my nipple over the fabric of my blouse. “One?” That felt optimistic, seeing as we were probably less than ten minutes away from the office.
Carlos looked disappointed. “Is that all you want?” Round and round his finger went in an almost hypnotic fashion. He pinched my nipple hard, and I yelped in surprise. He soothed the sting with his thumb.
“No,” I confessed.
“I didn't think so.”
His knuckles skimmed down my stomach, and if he touched my skin, I doubted I'd be able to take it. My hips lifted off the seat. Carlos slid down until his knees hit the carpeted floor in front of me, his lids heavy as he looked up. His hands splayed on my thighs, spreading me wide. I tried to snap them closed, uncomfortable with the close-up view he had.
“Lift your skirt up around your waist. Slowly.” His hands followed my skirt upward, pressing enough to remind me where he was. “Spread your legs wider. I want to see that pretty cunt.” I gasped. No man had ever said that word to me. Carlos was completely unapologetic. I let my thighs fall wide. I was out of my comfort zone, but I was already more turned on than I'd ever been. No risk, no reward, and the way Carlos devoured the sight of my most intimate place, I anticipated a great reward.
He ran a finger between my slit, and I bucked. “Beautiful,” he murmured, examining the tip of his finger before popping it in his mouth and sucking. “So sweet.”
Carlos kissed the inside of my thigh, working his way up until he hovered just above my sex. “I've wanted to bury my face here since I saw that gorgeous blush of yours.” His words whispered across smooth, bare skin, and I wriggled, his big hands holding me in place. I wanted that too.
His tongue licked along the same path his finger had taken. “Carlos,” I screamed, like a woman who had never been touched. Sparks shot up through me.
His lips were already glistening when he smiled deviously up at me. Then he sucked on my clit. I was already lost, so attracted to him, that I'd soaked the seat beneath me. And I didn't care.
He slid a finger inside me, stroking that sensitive spot, and I decided that, as much as I enjoyed my own touch, it was nothing compared to his. Carlos pressed the flesh as he ran circles around my clit with his tongue. That was it. I detonated, spasming around his finger, which he held still against me. I screamed his name again, the soundproofing of this car the least of my concerns. I'd set a record for coming—it had to have been in less than two minutes. So what if the world heard about it?
I was too hot. A line of perspiration beaded my forehead as I came down from the torrent of bliss that had propelled me heavenward.
