If you want to go home, I’ll put you in a cab and send you home. If you want to come home with me , I’m going to do everything I promised and more, and you’ll come screaming my name before the hour’s out.” It was more than her safing out, though. He needed to hear that she wanted him as much has he wanted her. It was selfish, but he refused to take the offer back.
She seemed to come back to herself. “Just sex.” When he waited, she took a deep breath. “You can have tonight. That’s it. We’ll have mind-blowing sex, get it out of our systems, and move on with our lives.”
Since that was pretty much exactly what his goal had been initially, there was no reason for the bitter anger her words brought. He’d already told her he wasn’t the man for her—not in a long-term sense. Hell, he already had the next mission lined up, so this thing had an expiration date no matter which way he looked at it. But the idea of her being able to purge him from her system once and for all wasn’t a pleasant one.
He gave himself a mental shake. Who did he think he was kidding? He’d take Ridley any way she’d let him, and she was practically handing him a free pass for the night. There was no use overthinking this shit. He wanted her. She obviously wanted him. They could have a whole hell of a lot of fun before the sun rose. He held out his hand. “Okay.”
“Okay, you’re agreeing? Or okay, you’re humoring me and going to tell me whatever it takes to get me home with you?”
In reality, it was somewhere in the middle. He beckoned. “Come home with me.”
For a second, he thought she might actually change her mind. But Ridley took his hand. “Just tonight.”
They climbed into a cab and he gave his address. As they pulled away from the curb, he wasted no time sliding her onto his lap. It was stupid—he was holding on to control by his fingertips and falling fast—but he needed his hands on her. If he only had tonight, he didn’t plan on wasting one second. He grasped her hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her neck. “Did you touch yourself today?”
“N-no.”
“Good girl.” He slipped his hand up her skirt and pulled off her panties, grinning against her skin when she lifted her hips to help. “Spread your legs.” She hesitated, and then obeyed, hooking her legs on the outside of his. He spread his knees, forcing her to be wide open. The cabby couldn’t see shit because they were directly behind him, but he knew all too well what the thought of What if? could do. Little tremors shook Ridley’s body as he pulled her skirt up, baring her completely. “You were jealous.”
When she didn’t say anything, he squeezed her thigh. “Answer me.”
“Yes, okay. I was jealous. I didn’t like the way she looked at you.”
He wanted to crow in victory, but there were more important things to worry about now—like driving Ridley out of her mind with pleasure. “All he has to do is turn around, and he’ll see what I’m doing to you.” He circled her clit. “He’ll know that this pussy is mine to do with as I please, and he’ll be one jealous motherfucker because he might get a look but I’m the only one who touches you.” When her eyes drifted shut, he pulled tighter on her hair. “Watch the rearview mirror, baby. He knows what’s happening back here. He’s desperate for a peek.”
“Garrett—”
He reached up and yanked the shoulder of her dress down, baring her breast. She gasped as he pinched her nipple. “I didn’t give you permission to speak. If you forget the proper way to address me again, I’m going to fuck you right here in front of the cabbie. Do you understand?”
Her breath hissed out. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He soothed her nipple and then fixed her dress. Whatever he told her, he had no intention of sharing the show with anyone, let alone a cab driver. Her reaction, however, indicated that she’d love the idea of someone watching. He had a little
She seemed to come back to herself. “Just sex.” When he waited, she took a deep breath. “You can have tonight. That’s it. We’ll have mind-blowing sex, get it out of our systems, and move on with our lives.”
Since that was pretty much exactly what his goal had been initially, there was no reason for the bitter anger her words brought. He’d already told her he wasn’t the man for her—not in a long-term sense. Hell, he already had the next mission lined up, so this thing had an expiration date no matter which way he looked at it. But the idea of her being able to purge him from her system once and for all wasn’t a pleasant one.
He gave himself a mental shake. Who did he think he was kidding? He’d take Ridley any way she’d let him, and she was practically handing him a free pass for the night. There was no use overthinking this shit. He wanted her. She obviously wanted him. They could have a whole hell of a lot of fun before the sun rose. He held out his hand. “Okay.”
“Okay, you’re agreeing? Or okay, you’re humoring me and going to tell me whatever it takes to get me home with you?”
In reality, it was somewhere in the middle. He beckoned. “Come home with me.”
For a second, he thought she might actually change her mind. But Ridley took his hand. “Just tonight.”
They climbed into a cab and he gave his address. As they pulled away from the curb, he wasted no time sliding her onto his lap. It was stupid—he was holding on to control by his fingertips and falling fast—but he needed his hands on her. If he only had tonight, he didn’t plan on wasting one second. He grasped her hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her neck. “Did you touch yourself today?”
“N-no.”
“Good girl.” He slipped his hand up her skirt and pulled off her panties, grinning against her skin when she lifted her hips to help. “Spread your legs.” She hesitated, and then obeyed, hooking her legs on the outside of his. He spread his knees, forcing her to be wide open. The cabby couldn’t see shit because they were directly behind him, but he knew all too well what the thought of What if? could do. Little tremors shook Ridley’s body as he pulled her skirt up, baring her completely. “You were jealous.”
When she didn’t say anything, he squeezed her thigh. “Answer me.”
“Yes, okay. I was jealous. I didn’t like the way she looked at you.”
He wanted to crow in victory, but there were more important things to worry about now—like driving Ridley out of her mind with pleasure. “All he has to do is turn around, and he’ll see what I’m doing to you.” He circled her clit. “He’ll know that this pussy is mine to do with as I please, and he’ll be one jealous motherfucker because he might get a look but I’m the only one who touches you.” When her eyes drifted shut, he pulled tighter on her hair. “Watch the rearview mirror, baby. He knows what’s happening back here. He’s desperate for a peek.”
“Garrett—”
He reached up and yanked the shoulder of her dress down, baring her breast. She gasped as he pinched her nipple. “I didn’t give you permission to speak. If you forget the proper way to address me again, I’m going to fuck you right here in front of the cabbie. Do you understand?”
Her breath hissed out. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He soothed her nipple and then fixed her dress. Whatever he told her, he had no intention of sharing the show with anyone, let alone a cab driver. Her reaction, however, indicated that she’d love the idea of someone watching. He had a little
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