Rachel POV
His fingers hooked into the lace, and my entire world narrowed to that single point of contact.
"Damien—" My voice broke on his name.
"Shh." His thumb traced the edge of the fabric, maddeningly slow, deliberately teasing. "I need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that?"
I nodded frantically, unable to form words.
The car hit a bump, and his hand shifted—fingers sliding beneath the lace with devastating precision.
My hips jerked involuntarily, a strangled sound escaping my throat.
"Quiet," he reminded me, his voice a dark promise against my ear.
His other hand came up to cover my mouth gently. "The driver can't hear us through the partition, but I need you to stay silent. Understand?"
I nodded against his palm, my eyes wide and locked on his.
"Good girl."
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