Tingles race over my chest. I scan his torso then slide my shorts off. "I think this is better, don't you?"
He licks his lips. His finger grazes my nipple. "I love what a naughty little surprise you turned out to be."
I softly laugh.
He pulls his hand back. "Let's take care of this."
We spend fifteen minutes taking pictures of each document and making sure the photos are all clear. When we finish, Malin uploads everything to an encrypted app. He calls Gustave.
I reposition my body so I'm turned toward him and put my left foot on the seat, near the back cushion. I lift my other foot on the steering wheel.
His gray eyes turn almost blue. He licks his lips, stares at every intimate part of me, then caresses the inside of my thigh, inching near my sex but not touching it.
Zings rush through me. I suck on my finger while my breath becomes hitched.
He picks up my other hand and places it on my breasts, modeling with my fingers how he wants me to touch my nipples, and returns to my thigh.
"Gustave," he says, intently watching me, then pulls my finger out of my mouth and positions it on my clit. He rotates it in a circle.
"Oh," I quietly moan.
"It's encrypted. There were over a hundred pages I just sent through."
He removes his hand from mine and tastes his finger then slides it in me.
"Oh...oh..."
His arrogant look only makes me want him more.
I slow my rhythm.
He pulls his finger out, moves my hand at the speed he wants, and slides his digit back in me.
I obey him, my nipple puckered as hard as a steel ball, my walls clenching his finger, my clit engorged with need.
"We ran into some trouble." His eyes explore my face and body.
I increase the speed on my clit, but he pulls his finger out of me and makes me return to the rate he wants me.
"Hold on a moment." He holds the phone to his chest. His husky voice orders, "No faster, ma belle. I control your orgasms at all times."
I whimper quietly but nod, breathing harder, feeling buzzed, desperate to fly over the edge but not disobeying him.
He moves the phone back to his ear. "Ezra caught us. I left him taped to his chair."
"Oh, please," I whisper.
Malin's response is to slide two fingers into my sex.
"More," I say.
He raises his eyebrows and adds another one then twists them.
"Oh God," I moan.
"We went with plan B. It was easier than breaking into the bank." He taps his fingers on my G-spot.
"Please," I beg him. My body burns. Beads of sweat break out on my skin. I squirm, arching my back.
He shakes his head and taps harder. "I'm taking my target to Omoa first."
"Malin...oh God...please."
"D.C.?" He leans down and brushes his mouth on my inner thighs. Tingles explode under his lips.
"You know I don't do well at auctions."
I freeze.
The Global Leaders sell women there.
He stops tapping me and puts his hand over mine. "Hold on, Gustave." He puts the phone to his chest. "Are you telling me to stop, ma belle?"
"Ummm...no... I...ummm..."
"Then no matter what I say, you don't take your hands off that sweet pussy of yours or beautiful breast. Do you understand?"
I nod.
He leans down, kisses my clit, then flicks it a few times with his tongue, before helping me resume my speed. He glides his three fingers back into me. "There are expectations, Gustave. You know this. It's a line I will not cross. There is no way to enter the room and not cross it, or I will not walk out of there alive." He holds my leg in the air and scratches his stubble down the side of my calf.
I moan loudly.
His lips twitch, and his eyes stare into mine.
"Please," I plead. "I can't...oh...please, Malin," I whisper. I don't know how I'm not coming. It's the longest he's made me wait.
He swipes my G-spot faster.
"Oh God," I cry out, unable to control the volume of my voice, arching my back so my breasts are in the air. "Please."
He shakes his head. "I know we are out of options." He scrapes his chin on my leg again, leans over, and blows air on my sex.
Heat floods my body. I spasm against his fingers, quivering everywhere. "Malin...please," I whimper.
He nods and holds the phone to his ear then covers my mouth. He creates a pattern of swiping then tapping my G-spot and puts his face over my lower body, inhaling deeply,