fucked?”
He tilts his face into my neck and kisses. Oh, hell, he kisses my neck, right beneath my jaw where my chin meets my neck, and I pause.
“Get in the goddamn car,” he orders, releasing me.
“Excuse me?” I push up and stare at him.
“Get in the goddamn car,” he repeats, pulling his door open and staring me. “Or do I hafta throw you into it?”
“I am not getting into your car!”
He slams his door shut and rounds on me. I step backward, but he’s too quick, and he wraps an arm around my waist. My body slams into his yet again as he opens the passenger’s-side door of his SUV and throws me into it.
“Get. In. The. Goddamn. Car.”
“This is kidnapping!”
He slams my door, and I both see and hear him laughing as he walks to the driver’s side. “Sure it is, baby. I’m startin’ the engine now, so you got ten seconds to get the hell out before I drive. One… two…”
I narrow my eyes as he continues to count.
“Seven, eight, nine…ten.”
I jolt back into my seat as he pulls onto the main road.
“Now it’s fuckin’ willing.”
“Your mouth is awful,” I retort, even though I know for a fact that my mouth isn’t much better.
“You weren’t complaining when my mouth was on your pussy and licking you into oblivion.”
“I’m a faker.”
“And I’m a damn virgin.” He pauses at the intersection and turns to me, his forearm resting over the top of his steering wheel. “Baby, I ain’t got a clue what your fuckin’ problem is with me, especially tonight, but you can kiss its sweet ass goodbye. ‘Cause by time we’re done here, I’ll have fucked you six ways til next Sunday and made you come fifty times til next year.”
His words slam into me and I inhale sharply. “Or you could get the picture and leave once you’ve taken me home.”
“Or you could stop denying yourself somethin’ you clearly want and shut the fuck up so I don’t have to pull over and make you.”
“If you think your attitude is sexy, you’re mistaken.”
“And if you think yours is, you’re right.”
I narrow my eyes to glare at him. “Is this a sick form of foreplay to you?”
He laughs. “No foreplay with you is sick, M. I should know.”
“Oh, because you’ve done it twice?”
“No. Because I close my eyes and I can still feel your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
I resist the urge to punch the smug grin off his face. “Well, news flash, honey: if you put that thing anywhere near my mouth tonight, it’ll be my teeth around it.”
Another laugh leaves him, and we pull up outside my apartment block. Jack kills the engine, unbuckles, and leans toward me.
“You changed your tune pretty quick.”
“Yeah, well.” I unclip my belt and face him. “We’re here now, and I could really do with an orgasm that isn’t provided by batteries.”
His hand reaches out and grips the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. Our noses brush, and my lips part at the sensation of his breath on me.
“Now, one day,” he murmurs, twitching his fingers against my skin, “that’s somethin’ I’d love to see.” He presses his lips to mine—hard—and then releases me. “But for now, get your sexy ass up those stairs and into your apartment.”
He releases me with such force and power that I have no choice but to grab the door handle, tug it, and shove the door open. I swing my legs out and climb out gingerly—five-inch heels are not conducive to jumping from cars.
“Sometime today, baby,” Jack says before pulling me into his side and slamming the door. He glances at my feet. “Now I understand, and those fuckers are staying on.”
My eyes widen briefly, and I stare at the side of his head as we walk into the lobby and he presses the button for the elevator. His lips twitch, and damn, I swallow hard.
“They are?”
The elevator doors open and Jack swings me into the enclosed space. My back presses against the wall, his front against mine, every deliciously tight pack of
He tilts his face into my neck and kisses. Oh, hell, he kisses my neck, right beneath my jaw where my chin meets my neck, and I pause.
“Get in the goddamn car,” he orders, releasing me.
“Excuse me?” I push up and stare at him.
“Get in the goddamn car,” he repeats, pulling his door open and staring me. “Or do I hafta throw you into it?”
“I am not getting into your car!”
He slams his door shut and rounds on me. I step backward, but he’s too quick, and he wraps an arm around my waist. My body slams into his yet again as he opens the passenger’s-side door of his SUV and throws me into it.
“Get. In. The. Goddamn. Car.”
“This is kidnapping!”
He slams my door, and I both see and hear him laughing as he walks to the driver’s side. “Sure it is, baby. I’m startin’ the engine now, so you got ten seconds to get the hell out before I drive. One… two…”
I narrow my eyes as he continues to count.
“Seven, eight, nine…ten.”
I jolt back into my seat as he pulls onto the main road.
“Now it’s fuckin’ willing.”
“Your mouth is awful,” I retort, even though I know for a fact that my mouth isn’t much better.
“You weren’t complaining when my mouth was on your pussy and licking you into oblivion.”
“I’m a faker.”
“And I’m a damn virgin.” He pauses at the intersection and turns to me, his forearm resting over the top of his steering wheel. “Baby, I ain’t got a clue what your fuckin’ problem is with me, especially tonight, but you can kiss its sweet ass goodbye. ‘Cause by time we’re done here, I’ll have fucked you six ways til next Sunday and made you come fifty times til next year.”
His words slam into me and I inhale sharply. “Or you could get the picture and leave once you’ve taken me home.”
“Or you could stop denying yourself somethin’ you clearly want and shut the fuck up so I don’t have to pull over and make you.”
“If you think your attitude is sexy, you’re mistaken.”
“And if you think yours is, you’re right.”
I narrow my eyes to glare at him. “Is this a sick form of foreplay to you?”
He laughs. “No foreplay with you is sick, M. I should know.”
“Oh, because you’ve done it twice?”
“No. Because I close my eyes and I can still feel your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
I resist the urge to punch the smug grin off his face. “Well, news flash, honey: if you put that thing anywhere near my mouth tonight, it’ll be my teeth around it.”
Another laugh leaves him, and we pull up outside my apartment block. Jack kills the engine, unbuckles, and leans toward me.
“You changed your tune pretty quick.”
“Yeah, well.” I unclip my belt and face him. “We’re here now, and I could really do with an orgasm that isn’t provided by batteries.”
His hand reaches out and grips the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. Our noses brush, and my lips part at the sensation of his breath on me.
“Now, one day,” he murmurs, twitching his fingers against my skin, “that’s somethin’ I’d love to see.” He presses his lips to mine—hard—and then releases me. “But for now, get your sexy ass up those stairs and into your apartment.”
He releases me with such force and power that I have no choice but to grab the door handle, tug it, and shove the door open. I swing my legs out and climb out gingerly—five-inch heels are not conducive to jumping from cars.
“Sometime today, baby,” Jack says before pulling me into his side and slamming the door. He glances at my feet. “Now I understand, and those fuckers are staying on.”
My eyes widen briefly, and I stare at the side of his head as we walk into the lobby and he presses the button for the elevator. His lips twitch, and damn, I swallow hard.
“They are?”
The elevator doors open and Jack swings me into the enclosed space. My back presses against the wall, his front against mine, every deliciously tight pack of
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