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“I can see on your face that something is bothering you.”
“I might have been a tad jealous earlier,” she admits without hesitation, and I look over at her, our eyes locking for a brief moment, before I look back at the road.
“Why?”
“Because she looked interested in you. You looked interested in her. And it upset me because I’m interested in you. I mean-shit!” she stammers, realizing that she just admitted the forbidden.
“I’m your boss, Sterling,” I state the obvious. But I need to make sure she’s aware of what comes next if she admits that she doesn’t care; that she wants to cross that line as much as I do.
“I’m fully aware of that. But it hasn’t stopped you from overstepping your own rules. I’m not stupid.” Sterling takes a nervous, deep breath. She’s right. I’m the one with an obsession that I can’t get under control, and until right now, I had no idea that she knew.
She leans back in her seat and spreads her legs a little, the fabric of her dress between the two slits falling perfectly between her knees.
One hundred-fifteen.
I look between her and the road. Her eyes are shut. She seems deep in thought. Without a second thought, I reach over her and unbuckle her seat belt.
“What the hell?” she shouts as she sits up straight.
“Show me,” I tell her. She looks at me behind heavy lids and a confused look.
“Show you what, Callan?” She purses her lips.
“Show me how jealous I made you tonight.” I grip the wheel. “Touch yourself.”
One twenty.
Her face is now almost as red as her dress. Her lashes dance across her cheeks as she blinks lustfully at me. Her breath quickens and the wind continues to blow around us.
“Callan,” she breathes, my name sounds fucking sinful coming out her mouth. “That’s an absurd request.” Her eyes turn away from me as she shuts them and pushes back deeper in her seat. I can tell she’s feeling the tension I’m feeling.
“Fuck. Just do it, Sterling. I promise it’ll feel good.”
The vibrations of the speed fall over her as she takes her hand and gently traces her thighs with her fingers until they’re under her dress.
“Good girl.” I praise her, wanting her to show me how she feels. Show me how jealous I made her. And it turns me on just thinking about it.
One twenty-five.
“Callan, I don’t think I want-” Sterling moves her hand out from under her dress and looks straight ahead as she trails off.
“Use your words.”
“I’d rather you touch me,” she admits and my dick twitches in my pants, creating friction against my zipper.
“I can’t do that right now, and I know you have tension you want relieved.” Her breath hitches as I focus on the road.
I look at her, then back to the road. “Touch yourself, sweetheart. I want you to feel yourself one last time. One last time before I take what’s mine.”
Her hand moves back under her dress without argument, and I can tell the exact moment she feels herself. She sighs, her body slowly rocking with her hand and the speed of the car. She lets out a small moan as her eyes flutter shut. She’s so fucking hot. My pretty little assistant. Teasing and touching herself.
One thirty.
One thirty-five.
“Look at me,” I demand. Her hair falls over her face as her fingers explore her pussy. She’s fingering herself so beautifully as she turns her attention to me.
“Do you like that?” I ask her lustfully. I see a side of her I’ve only fantasized of seeing, adding to the ways I’ve seen my pretty little rose. Opening up for me, blooming right in front of me.
