Veronica POV
“We,” their lips smacked together in a sloppy, passionate kiss, “should—hmm—f**k,” Brax pushed her down on his erection while the steering wheel pressed into her back, “go.”
They barely made it to the car and when they’d gotten in, she’d somehow ended up in his lap. Her skirt was caught beneath her knees and the gearshift, wrinkled and riding up, but she didn’t care.
Brax’s breath hitched every time her hips rocked against his, his fingers tightening on her waist like he was about to lose control.
“We should,” Brax grunted, but his hands—that had been pushing her in his lap, were now moving up to her shoulders—while Veronica’s moved over his dress shirt, his abs just beneath the surface.
She could barely contain herself—her fingers sliding through the slits between the b
