Leo
"Leo," she whispered, her body already responding to my touch despite her attempt at professional distance. "The driver—"
"Can't see through the privacy partition," I completed her thought, my fingers finding the zipper of her tailored pants. "And can't hear us unless I activate the intercom."
Her resistance crumbled as my fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, finding her already wet and ready. A soft gasp escaped her lips as I circled her most sensitive spot with deliberate precision.
"Tell me to stop," I challenged, my voice husky with desire, "and I will."
Her answer came in the form of her hands reaching for my belt buckle, her eyes darkened with the same hunger that consumed me.
"Don't you dare stop," she commanded, and Ronan howled in triumph
