One of his hands snakes up my skirt, and even though there could be witnesses, I feel his hands touch the skin between my legs.
“f**k, Mel,” he mutters, his fingers pressing inside me. I moan at the invasion, but I’m already so wet, it doesn’t matter.
He pulls out abruptly, smacking my a*s as the car comes into view. “You’re going to pay for this,” he growls.
It’s not a threat, though.
It’s a promise.
And I can’t wait for him to fulfill it.
He tosses me in the car, walking around the backseat. I scramble to get myself together, pulling at the dress so that it could cover my breasts, trying to tug the fabric over the slit in my dress.
Xander comes into the car, and holds my hands. “No,” he growls. “You put this on to tempt me.”
I nod. “I did.”
“Time to see what you wrought, then,”
