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Brandon: u coming?
I rolled my eyes. Impatient as always. I picked up the black clutch that had come with the outfit and put my phone and wallet inside. Then, with another fluff of my hair in the mirror, I was gone.
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"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist those," Brandon said once we were on our way.
David and Lucas had tactfully looked away after Brandon had caught sight of me walking through the car garage, and I was glad, since the way he bit his lip made a flush cover my body in about two seconds.
He reached out and touched one red pump, then drifted his finger up my crossed leg, which was now bared to mid-thigh because of a slit in the dress.
"Damn," he murmured, low enough that the men up front wouldn't be able to hear him. "Mary didn't tell me about this part."
With a quick glance toward the front seat, his fingers slid under the fabric of the skirt and nudged my legs apart.
"Brandon!" I hissed, pushing his hand away although I couldn't keep the silly grin off my face.
I gave a vicious nod toward the front of the car, but Brandon just chuckled and gave an impish grin.
"Headphones," he said as his lips dipped to my neck. He grazed his teeth down the soft skin just under my jaw. "You don't even have to be quiet."
I gave him my very best withering glare, but it didn't stand up much to his Cheshire grin. My legs were opening of their own accord by this point, and the mischievous finger slipping between them was already starting to breach the edges of my underwear.
"Oh!" I exclaimed as his finger entered me. I leaned back in my seat and stared up at the ceiling of the car.
"Shh," Brandon said with another nip of my neck.
A second finger joined the first, and his thumb clamped over my clit through my underwear. He squeezed his hand together, pulsing ever-so-slightly from outside and within. It was almost too much bear. In fact, I realized as a familiar thrum started to vibrate through my body, it was too much to bear. Especially with two other men––technically our employees––sitting not five feet in front of us.
"What––oh––what are y-you doing?" I managed to get out as my head knocked backward against the top of the seat.
"Helping you relax a little, baby," Brandon said as he placed low, gentle kisses up and down my neck. "Birthday present number two."
I grasped at the handle of the door on one side of me, the collar of Brandon's shirt on the other. His fingers and lips continue to work their dual magic, driving me higher and higher until I forgot about the men in the front seats. I forgot about Brandon. As I was finally pushed over the edge, I practically forgot my name.
It was only after Brandon's hand disappeared, my skirt was pulled down, and the door had actually been opened that I was able to open my eyes again. Brandon was standing outside, several sentences into a conversation with Lucas about parking.
Brandon leaned back into the car and offered me a hand with a smirk. "Can I help you out of there, Ms. Crosby?"
I shook my head and gave him a dirty look, although I couldn't stop the silly grin spreading across my face. "That was cruel."
He pulled me out of the car and secured me next to him with a hand around my waist.
"It's your fault," he growled into my ear. "You know what your legs do to me."
I elbowed him lightly in the stomach, even though I couldn't stifle my grin. "You're the one who gave me this dress."
Brandon shook his head as he perused me up and down, the action making the longer curls on top shake a bit in the wind. "Mary didn't tell me about the slit. Just about stopped my heart."
"Should I cover up, then? I could change back into pants if it's too much for you." I batted my eyelashes, doing my best impression of Bettie Boop.
"Don't you dare," Brandon growled. And with a brief stamp on my lips, he turned me toward our destination.
It was dark, so much different than the last time I'd been here––and yet, everything was the same. The wrap-around porch. The white paint and black trim. The oak trees that lined the drive, now turned the various hues of orange, yellow, and red of mid-October.
"You look like you belong here," Brandon said as he observed me looking up at the foliage. "With your hair, you look like some kind of wood-nymph."
I smiled. "What are we doing here?"
