Hooker(54)

‘What are you doing?’ she asks.

Quickly putting the car in park, I remove my seatbelt at lightning speed. ‘Come here,’ I command, leaning my body across the centre console and crashing my lips to hers. Sliding one of my hands into her hair, I tug on it lightly, tilting her head further back and deepening the kiss. My other hand moves back under her dress, towards her little piece of heaven.

‘Will this unhealthy craving I have for you ever be sated?’ I say against her mouth. She doesn’t need to answer because I’m already pretty certain it won’t. She’s under my skin and slowly worming her way into my heart. The scary thing is, I’m powerless to stop it.



JADE

The moment his fingers slide inside me and his thumb circles my clit, I push my head back into the seat, moaning into his mouth. I’m quickly becoming addicted to his kisses and his touch. For someone who hated sex, it’s surprising how quickly I’ve changed. He’s like a drug.

‘Yes … that’s it … fuck my fingers, beautiful,’ he murmurs against my lips as my hips push forwards. His dirty talk only turns me on even more. I can’t believe we’re on the side of the road in broad daylight, and he’s bringing me to orgasm. I’m not bothered, though, I’m too consumed by him and these incredible feelings.

It doesn’t take long at all for him to take me over the edge. ‘B-B-Brock,’ I stammer breathlessly, as my whole body starts to quiver. I grip his hair, pulling his face even closer to mine. I devour his lips as he drains every ounce of pleasure out of me.

When he removes his fingers, he draws back to make eye contact. I watch as he raises his hand and places two fingers inside his mouth. His eyes briefly close like he’s savouring the taste of me. God I love it when he does that. It’s so hot.

My hand reaches across the centre console and skims over the coarse fabric of his denim jeans, until I’m cupping his crotch. I can feel his erection straining against his pants and that only seems to turn me on more. I love that I can do that to him.

‘Not now,’ he says as his hand covers mine.

‘Let me please you.’

‘You already have.’

‘I think it was you who pleased me,’ I say.

‘I love pleasing you,’ he replies as he starts the ignition again. ‘I have something more important to do.’

‘Like what?’ I ask.

‘I need to get you some damn panties. My boner won’t go away as long as I know you’re not wearing any under that dress.’

No more words are spoken as we head to the lingerie store. I’m sure he even broke the speed limit a few times. After parking the car, he hastily heads around to my side to open the door. I notice him untucking his shirt as he goes. I presume he’s still hard and trying to hide it, but I did offer to relieve that earlier.

Tugging on my hand, he pulls me out of the car and towards the street front store. The sheer desperation in his movements is amusing. From the moment we enter, though, his urgency shifts dramatically and his eyes dart everywhere as he comes to an abrupt stop. I fight to suppress a laugh. I must admit, Brock looks extremely uncomfortable surrounded by so much silk and lace. He hangs back as I grab a selection of things off the racks. I adore lingerie. That and shoes are my weakness.

I see the sales assistant approach. She’s tall, blonde, and extremely attractive. The moment she goes to speak, her eyes land on Brock. Sidestepping me, she makes a beeline for him. Initially it annoys me, but when I see his face turn red as he nervously tugs at the collar of his shirt, I smile. Poor thing.

‘I’m with her,’ I hear him say in a panic, as I let out a small laugh. I shouldn’t find this situation humorous, but I do. He only has himself to blame. If he hadn’t ripped all my underwear, we wouldn’t be in this position to begin with.

‘You okay?’ I ask when he comes to stand beside me.

‘Uh huh. You seem to be finding this situation very amusing.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘I bet you don’t.’

Turning my head, I cover my mouth to muffle my laugh. When my gaze finally moves back to him, he shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, cocking an eyebrow.

‘Liar.’ Leaning forwards, he places his face within an inch of my ear. ‘I may have to punish you later, for telling fibs.’ I’m not sure if it’s his words or his warm breath dancing over my skin, but a shiver courses down my spine. ‘Then again, you’d probably enjoy that.’

‘If you were dishing out the punishment, I’d definitely enjoy it.’

He gives me a knowing look that holds so much promise.