Chapter 9
Mara's POV
"We're going to be late," I said, adjusting my dress in Ethan's car mirror.
We were heading to a work event—some networking thing my company was hosting. Ethan had insisted on driving me.
"We have time," he said, his hand sliding up my thigh.
"Ethan, no..." I chuckled.
"I can't help it. You look f*****g edible in this dress."
His fingers found the edge of my panties, teasing. I grabbed his wrist. "We can't. Not here. We're literally in a parking garage."
"So?" His fingers pushed my panties aside, sliding through my wetness. "You're already soaking wet."
"Because you've been eye-f*****g me since I got in the car."
"And now I'm actually going to f**k you." He pulled his hand back and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. "Backseat. Now."
My p**
