Page 43 of Fool's Gold

“What if I tell you I’m not going tonight? I’m not going to let you dress me up like your tart and parade me around for people to see,” she adds.

Whatever she’s playing at, she’s got me by the balls. If I move, if I so much as breathe, then I’m going to touch her, and then all bets are off.

“You did a great job dressing yourself like a tart,” I mutter.

Longing builds in my chest, my cock hardening to the point of pain when she pushes against me. Arching those hips strategically and circling me. My mouth goes dry. I practically swallow my tongue.

“You fucking like it.”

I growl, “Spoiled brat.”

She tries to push against me like she’s the dominant one here. Fine. With a growl, I push her off me, her body splayed across my lap like a gift. Her ass underneath the damn bustle shifts enticingly.

I yank her hair and use it to force her exactly where I want her. It’s awkward, strange, and I’ve got her exactly where I want her.

Empire yelps, but I refuse to let go of her hair.

A small flick of fabric bares her ass to me, the train up against the small of her back and her legs kicking out into the open air. She’s mewling, complaining without merit, and wearing a goddamn thong that’s basically nothing. My pulse whooshes in my ears, cock throbbing with need and making it difficult to think about anything except her.

My blood boils for her.

How long have I been fighting to convince myself she was better off without me? That this is nothing but physical and she means nothing outside of that?

What harm will it do to push the envelope a little further?

Growling, gripping her hair possessively, I bring my left palm down on her ass hard. Her cheek jiggles, and my mouth waters.

“Is this what you hoped for? By pushing me this way?” I redden her ass. An easy thing to do with the barely there dress she’s got on. “Is this what you want, Em? You want me to spank you like you’re a bad girl?”

“Yes.”

I barely hear her answer through the roaring of blood in my ears. Damn, this is better than a porn. Better than any other woman I’ve had on my lap.

I push her down even farther, my cock pressing against her belly. She swallows over a gasp, then groans when I slide my fingers between her legs against the wetness of her panties.

She’s dripping wet already. The crotch is soaked, and she shivers when I start to stroke her with my thumb.

“Marcus, please.”

“Shut your mouth.” It’s not a request, and Empire falls silent, but she wiggles, a physical request for more. For everything.

The outside world might as well not exist. Even the driver on the other side of the partition. There’s only the heat between her legs and the way her pussy clenches around my finger when I slip it beneath her panties.

Her keening mewls get louder as I stroke her, holding her in place while I take my pleasure.

“You are so fucking hot.” The sweet heat of her pussy is a dream, and my dick is so hard I’m afraid I’m going to come in my pants.

That’s a look for the red carpet, all right.

“Marcus, please.” She arches again, her ass close enough for me to bite.

To take a piece out of her, here in our stolen moment…

I’m panting hard and not sure whether she wants me to stop or continue. Sliding my finger in and out of her tight hole, I add a second one along with the first and crook both to glide against her pulsing muscles.

There’s something beautiful about the combination of pleasure and pain, and Empire knows it now. I slap her ass again before shoving my fingers inside harder. Even as she glares defiantly at me over her shoulder like she’d rather be in any other place than here.

“I know this is what you want. You’re not going to get it.” As abruptly as I fingered her, I withdraw, lingering just above her entrance until she sucks in a breath. Watching me hungrily.

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