“Not yet. You need to get yourself ready first.”
This bossy, sexy Warner is going to drive me insane. I whimper under my breath while tweaking my nipple, tugging it into a stiff peak. It’s still not enough to satiate me.
“Lower now,” Warner commands without looking at me. “Find your pussy.”
I bite down on my lower lip, releasing my breast to drop my attention downward. Gooseflesh covers my naked legs, despite the heat pouring through the cotton that imprisons my core.
When I dip a finger beneath the elastic to hover over my pussy, another moan escapes. I’m soaking. Heat trickles from my entrance onto my lips, saturating the thin panties.
“Go slow, Em. Tell me how wet it is.”
“So wet,” I whine in need. “Please.”
“Push a finger inside for me.”
I’m powerless to refuse his dominance. My hand has taken on a life of its own. Sliding a digit through sticky moisture, I swirl it over my tight hole then press inside to find some relief.
“Fuck. Warner… Please. God.”
“Play with your cunt, Em. Stretch yourself open for me.”
Each dirty word is like liquid endorphins pickling my brain. I pump my index finger in and out of my hole, circling with each rotation until I’m arching against the seat’s soft leather.
We’re deep in the city now, our faces illuminated by passing traffic. Yet no one can see that I’m spread wide open, one foot wedged against the door, giving me access to my pussy.
It feels illicit. Forbidden. The thrill only soaks my hand more as I toy with myself, easing a second finger inside then scissoring the pair to find a new level of intensity.
“That’s it,” Warner praises. “Good girl.”
“I’m so wet for you,” I confess.
“Perfect, love. Keep playing with that pretty cunt now.”
My eyes flutter shut, allowing me to focus on the sound of his voice. His short, heavy breathing. The maddening sound of him getting off to my pleasure. Rumbling vibrations coming from the car’s engine, intensifying each iteration of desire.
I roll my clit in teasing circles, adding pressure to the miasma of sensations saturating my bloodstream. Just performing for him is enough to make my muscles tense in delicious anticipation. I want to sit on his face again. I want to taste his cock. I want to let him make his mark on me for the first fucking time.
I want it all.
I want him.
At the sound of Warner’s low growling, I feel myself clench. Every neuron misfiring in my brain synchronises in perfect agreement. Warmth floods my fingers as I cry out, revelling in the short, rapid release that getting myself off brings.
“That’s my fucking girl.” His sexy rasp is lighter fluid on the flames smouldering my body. “You’re breathtaking when you come.”
I blink past a dizzy blur, seeing HQ’s towering monstrosity rising high above us. Warner tucks his straining erection away long enough to pull up to the parking garage’s security system. Unashamed, I pull my hand free but make no move to cover up.
He pulls inside the structure, finds a quiet spot in the farthest corner of the garage and parks quicker than I can come down from my orgasm. Warner kills the engine then snaps off his seatbelt to grab hold of me.
Our teeth click together from the power of him yanking me into place, allowing his mouth to consume mine. When his tongue aggressively thrusts past my lips, I happily take the intrusion.
Warner clasps my throat, pressing his thumb into the hollow and lightly squeezing to command the kiss. It’s an enticing power move. One that promises control. I let him grip my neck, kissing him back with a frenetic command of my own.
“Ember.” Warner tears his mouth from mine. “Why did you have to start this now?”
“We’re leaving in a few hours, and I refuse to face death without branding your heart first.”
“Shit, love. This isn’t the right time or place.”
