Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(111)

 

It’s a lie; a damn big one. I am, in fact, dripping wet for him, my body yearning and craving his touch. Hunter’s hand moves higher; he’s pushing my knees apart in the backseat of the Presidential SUV as his hand slides higher, higher towards my molten heat.

 

And when his fingers graze the front of my panties, I do moan; I moan at the feel of his fingers stroking my pussy through the soaking wet fabric, but also at the look of triumph on his face as he grins.

 

“Liar, liar,” he growls, and I moan again as his deft fingers push my panties to the side and stroke a digit across my naked lips.

 

“So, you going to tell me exactly what you were thinking about or am I going to have to coax it out of you?”

 

I gasp as he presses a finger against my opening, and when he slides it easily inside, I’m whimpering as my fingers clutch at the sleeve of his suit jacket.

 

Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m in the backseat of a Presidential motorcade car, about twenty feet behind the identical one carrying the President of the United States — my mother — and I’m here moaning, willingly opening my legs for my cocky, domineering bodyguard.

 

My stepbrother.

 

How the fuck did I let things get back to this place? How come I can’t say no to him?

 

Hunter curls his finger up against that sweet spot inside, and I moan — much louder than I should — as he draws me back out of myself and into the here and now.

 

“We— This— I mean—” I whimper out, knowing I’m not making any sense whatsoever.

 

“Cat got your tongue, princess?” He growls, chuckling into my ear, sliding his finger deep into my clenching pussy as mewling sounds drip from my lips and I clutch at his sleeve.

 

He pulls back from my ear and I’m gasping as his lips sear across my own, hard enough to bruise, but I just don’t care. And then it’s Hunter that has my tongue, his sliding between my lips to wrestle with my own as I moan into his mouth.

 

His finger is working magic between my legs, and when his thumb begins to lazily circle my clit, I can already feel myself start to shatter to pieces. I’m close; so close to coming in the backseat of the damned SUV.

 

“So is this how you touched yourself the other night?” he says darkly, curling his fingers for emphasis as he pulls back from my lips.

 

I suck in a breath of air and shake my head side to side, denying it to the bitter end.

 

He smirks, the look both cocky and arrogant, and also toe-curlingly sexy at the same time. Literally, my toes are curling right then in my modest nude pumps while I very immodestly spread my legs and let him push me right to the edge of climax.

 

“Well, by all means, I’d love to see how you do it, doll.”

 

It’s useless to deny it; he knows. Somehow, the cocky prick knows anyways, and he’s teasing me for it.

 

And it’s maddening.

 

I’m so close, so close to biting my hand between my teeth and exploding under his fingers; I’m so close to coming for him.

 

And that’s when the car jerks to a stop.

 

Hunter grins a knowing little smirk at me as he suddenly withdraws his fingers from between my lips. I’m gasping for breath, just shy of being pushed over that edge. I watch him wide-eyed as he casually licks his fingers.

 

“Guess we’ll just have to wait until you can show me how you do it, princess,” he says with that damned wicked little grin on his face.

 

Damn him. It’s like he knew exactly where we were on the drive and timed it all exactly so that he’d leave me like this — clawing at the edges of sanity with my body practically trembling for release. The hell with that, he probably did know exactly where we were, the little shit.

 

I’m still gasping for air, my face bright red and my hair wild while I just stare daggers at him when the car shuts off.

 

Hunter grins and he takes one more lick of his finger. “Better cover up, sweet-stuff.”

 

“You fucking asshole,” I’m hissing at him as I snap out of my daze and quickly yank my skirt down and into place just as another agent comes to the door and opens it for me. And then I’m taking a deep breath, and praying to God the man can’t fucking smell what just happened in the back of that SUV as I step out and into the flash of news cameras and screaming reporters.

 

I glance back to see Hunter wagging his eyebrows and just grinning away at me as he blows me an air-kiss.

 

“We’re not fucking done, you prick,” I hiss as he joins me outside the car and starts to lead me towards the door to the media expo with his hand at the small of my back.