“I’m in public, Ms. Fairchild. Don’t torment me.”
“You’re tormenting me,” I retort.
“Good. Now take them off.”
I lift my skirt and slide my panties down. My shoes are already off, so it’s easy. I leave them on the seat beside me.
“They’re off,” I say. And then, because I’m making this into my fantasy, too, “I’m wet.”
His low groan sends a spark of satisfaction running through me. “No talking,” he says. “And no touching. Not unless I tell you to. That’s the game, Nikki. You do what I say, and only what I say. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Yes, sir,” he corrects. His voice is gentle, but firm.
Sir?
I say nothing.
“Or I can simply hang up.” His voice is hard, but I think I hear triumph. I frown, because I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning this battle, but I also don’t want the game to end. And I’m certain Mr. Nice to Ice means what he says.
I swallow my pride. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you, too. Does that make you wet?”
“Yes …” The word comes out strangled. The truth is, I’m aching now. Hot and wet and desperately turned on. I have no idea what he has planned, but I know I’ll agree to anything if only he’ll take this further. Take me further.
“Put your phone on speaker and leave it on the seat beside you. Then lift up your skirt and sit back down. I want your naked ass on the leather. I want you wet and slippery on that seat, so that when I get in that limo later tonight, I can lose myself in the scent of you.”
“Yes, sir,” I manage to say as I comply. The brush of my skirt against the bare flesh of my thighs is achingly erotic, but the feel of the warm leather against my naked rear makes me moan.
“Spread your legs and gather your skirt up around your waist.” His voice surrounds me. His tone is low, commanding, and achingly sensual. “Lean back against the seat and close your eyes. Now leave one hand on the seat, but put the other just above your knee.”
I do. My skin feels feverish.
“Move your thumb,” he says. “Move it slowly, back and forth. Gentle, baby. So gently. Are you doing it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are your eyes closed?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s me you feel. My hand on your leg. My finger stroking your skin. It’s soft, and you look so beautiful spread out wide for me. Do you want me, Nikki?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
My sex tightens at the growl of demand in his voice. There’s something delicious about surrendering to him.
“Yes, sir.”
“I want to touch your breasts, Nikki. I want to touch your nipples. I want to lower my mouth and suck until you come without me even touching your clit. Do you want that, Nikki?”