dire.” Stretching up, she nipped the lobe of his ear. “Dangerous…”
The groan that vibrated out of his chest was the most erotic sound she’d ever heard.
“Maybe we should take care of this?” As she put her hand on his sex, he jumped and cursed. “Is that a ‘yes’?”
While he braced himself against the seat and ground his hips into her hand, she glanced to the front of the car, which, due to the vehicle’s size, seemed to be in another zip code. Fritz was focused on the road, his old, lined face preoccupied. Maybe they could—
Without taking those dark eyes off of her, Trez flopped his hand around his door. A split second later, there was a whhhrrrrring sound and an opaque partition went up, closing them off from their kind chauffeur.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” she said as she pushed his arm out of the way.
“Not gonna need it.”
From out of a chest pocket, he pulled a white, folded handkerchief and, with a quick shake, freed it of its ironed rigor.
As she freed his erection.
She was of half a mind to lower her mouth to him, but he took her face between his bare palm and the one that was now covered with fine cloth and kissed her, his tongue shooting in deep, meeting her own.
He was hard and hot, velvety and thick, and she slid a grip around his shaft, pumping him. The more she stroked, the crazier the kiss got, until his pelvis was jerking up against her, and his chest was thrashing, and she was breathing as hard as he was.
When he orgasmed, he barked out her name and shoved the handkerchief onto himself—and she was so turned on, so giddy with the feel of his mouth on hers and the pump, pump, pump of her palm against his sex, that she felt a welling between her own thighs, an answer to what she was doing—which was so much less than what they both really wanted.
Her own release was a surprise, but she welcomed it, absorbing the sharp grabs of pleasure, making them stronger by squeezing her thighs together and rocking. Meanwhile, she continued her stroking rhythm, squeezing at his head, working his length.
When it was finally done, Trez fell back against the seat, his lids oh, so low, those lips of his parted, his head lolling to the side as if he didn’t have the strength to hold the thing up.
“Was that a quickie?” she whispered as she pressed her breasts against his chest and kissed him.
Before he could answer, she ran her tongue along his lower lip, then sucked the flesh in. Easing back, she said, “Hmm? Was it?”
“Be careful, female, I’m liable to fuck you out of that dress you’re wearing.”
“Would that be a bad thing?”
“If any other male sees you naked, yes.” He smiled and ran a fang over her lower lip. “I’m protective.”
“You’re still hard, too, aren’t you.”
With a quick grab of the back of her neck, he pulled her in tight and kissed the daylights out of her. Although she had been in control of the first part, now he took over, dominating her body, sweeping a hand between her knees and up, up, higher to her—
She orgasmed against his fingers as they sunk in deep, her core firing off round after round of pleasure.
“That’s my queen,” she heard him say from a vast distance. “Come for me…”
There was no knowing how many times he plied her with that talented touch of his, but eventually, she became aware of the car taking a fat turn that shifted her in the seat. Focusing her glazed eyes through the darkened window, she saw that they were getting off the highway, about to enter the complicated asphalt arteries that fed the countless skyscrapers.
“I ruined your lipstick,” he said with satisfaction as he tidied himself up. “Did you bring more?”
Now she was the one with the case of the huh-what’s? “Let me see if there’s some in here.” She fumbled with the slim black purse Marissa had given her. “Yup, they’ve got us covered.”
As if the females had known exactly what kind of trouble she was likely to get into, there was a tiny packet of tissues, the lip liner they had taught her how to use, and the fabulous red lipstick they’d put on her.
“There’s a mirror up there.” Trez stretched out his long arm and popped something down from the ceiling. “And it’s lighted.”
She checked herself out and had to