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I laugh once, relieved. Of all the things she’d ask, I wasn’t expectingthat. “No. Never,” I reassure her. “He doesn’t know I go either. Our friendship isn’t about…this.” I wish I didn’t have to acknowledge his existence at all right now, but I get her concern.
“Okay,” she says evenly, but she doesn’t sound enthused.
“Are you sure?” I ask, stepping back, giving her space.
She blinks like she’s fighting off something. Winces again. Finally, she exhales audibly, seeming resolved in whatever she’s decided. “Yes,” she says, then closes the distance between us and grabs my suspenders. “I’m sure you’re a very bad idea, Finn Adams. But I want you anyway. I’ve been wanting you since the other night. For the last two weeks, I’ve been planning on you fucking me.”
That is music to my ears.
“I’ll send a car for you later. Once you’re done.” I nod to the door. “Give me your number, then get back out there and finish playing.” I lean in, brush her hair over her ear, and whisper a seductive command, “Like a good girl.”
But she makes no move to go. Instead, she smiles like she has a secret. “I don’t always follow orders like a good girl though.”
I tilt my head, intrigued, especially since IthinkI know where she’s going. “Tell me what you did.”
“I’d rather show you,” she says, then takes my hand, slides it up under her dress, pressing my palm against the damp panel of her panties.
My bones vibrate with lust. All that sweetness will be mine soon enough.
“You disobeyed me,” I say as I trace one finger along the lacy fabric.
She shudders. “I did.”
I stop at her clit, drawing a circle over it with my thumb, making her gasp. “Then I’ll need to take these home with me.”
Her eyes widen with a wicked kind of excitement. I peel off her panties, stuff them in my pocket, then send her back out to play.
9
WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY
Jules
The Lyft can’t get me home fast enough. I have so much to do before the car Finn’s sending for me arrives.
As the driver swings through the city, I tap my toe against the floor of the Nissan. Traffic is light at this hour, but not light enough for me. I want to fly home.
Nibbling on the corner of my lip, I review everything I need to do in thirty minutes at my apartment. No way was I going straight to Finn’s place from The Scene. I’m wearing a wiganda wig cap, and neither are sexy to take off.
As the driver maneuvers past a double-parked cab and onto Seventh Avenue, she glances in the rearview mirror, wide brown eyes meeting mine. “How was your night?” She asks it with mild interest, perhaps eager to fill the silence of a boring drive.
Words flash through my mind like reviews on Times Square marquees, bright and brilliant.
Wild. Amazing. Shocking. Exciting. Dangerous.
Yes, my night so far has been all of those things, but none of those words are big enough.
A handful of words fit better—only the beginning. “It was really good.” For once, I don’t try to hide my enthusiasm.
“Oh yeah?” She wiggles a brow in the mirror, then gives me an eager, “Elaborate.”
Tell a stranger? No problem. “Well, let’s just say it’s not over yet.”
“I’m jealous. Let me know if you need a ride to your next stop,” she says.
“I would, but he’s sending me a car,” I say, and it’s so easy to drop these racy little details with her.
It’s fun too.
