“Hurry,” I whisper against his lips.
It’s one thing to go out to dinner with a gorgeous man—it’s another to imagine yourself under the table, sucking his d**k the entire time.
I don’t know if it’s because he told me that I was the best s*x he’s ever had, but . . . damn it, I want to blow his frigging mind. I’m desperate to get him naked. I want to be that girl he turned me into in Boston again. I’ve missed her.
We turn the corner, and I see the big black limousine parked by the curb. I stop still.
“What?” He frowns.
“The limo is here?”
“Yes. So?”
I stare at him for an extended moment.
He rolls his eyes and opens the back door.
“Get in.”
I climb in, and within two seconds, he’s in the car and has me straddled over his lap with my dress up around my waist. The security screen is up
