Page 96 of Look, Don't Touch

The side of her cheek goes concave as she chews on it. “When did you get your psychology degree?”

“When I was at Harvard, before my MBA.”

Her mouth drops open. “Of course you did.” She tosses her hands up and lets them smack onto her coat-covered thighs. “What haven’t you done?”

I’m about to say fall in love, but that’s no longer accurate. “Let someone touch me while I fuck them.”

“Jesus.” Hailey pulls at the front of her coat, working it off her shoulders. “And you talk about the things that come out of my mouth.”

“I’d rather talk about the things that go in your mouth.”

“Oh my God.” She tugs the heavy fabric from underneath her and tosses it on the long bench. Her wide, dilated eyes meet mine. “If you keep talking like that, you’ll make me ruin my outfit.”

“I’ll buy you another one.”

Her fingers coil the hem of her dress while her jaw snaps in my direction. “I don’t care about your money.”

“I know.” She is one of few people for which that is the case.

“Good.”

Her inhale is cut short by the intercom. “Where to, sir?”

“That is up to Miss Fitzpatrick.” I offer her a shrug. “Where to, miss?”

She stalls for only a second before rattling off an address I’m not familiar with, and I can’t hide my smile.

“Don’t smile at me.” Her gaze narrows. “What if I’m abducting you?”

“I won’t put up a fight.”

The width of her smile tests the skin of her lips. It turns into a sinister smirk. “Were you sitting right here when you were bossing me around on your bed in your jet with your big, beautiful cock in your hand?”

It’s my turn to complain about ruining an outfit, but I don’t. “Yes.”

She slips off the seat and shifts onto her knees until she’s in front of mine. I spread them for her, and she scoots in close, though she’s careful not to touch me. I love it and hate it in equal measure. Her restraint shows care, which fills my chest with a warm fuzzy feeling. I want to tell her she can touch me whenever and however she wants. It would probably end poorly, if she did. And that, that makes me want to drive my fist through the glass.

“Why don’t we talk…about the things you want to put in my mouth?”

“I’d rather show you.”

Her mouth falls open and her tongue extends.

I lean forward so close I can swallow her tongue. Instead, I take my time, shucking my coat and suit jacket, and then toss them with hers. She hasn’t said a word or moved a muscle save for her eyes. They track my every movement. Owning her attention is a heady feeling that has my cock heavy against my leg. I take my time rolling my sleeves up just to my forearms. Her intelligent eyes catalog the handful of visible scars. Something glints in her gaze, but she maintains her posture.

“Good girls get rewarded.” I lean impossibly closer, putting us nose to nose. “But the best girl, she gets everything.”

A moan leaks from her throat.

I slip three fingers into her mouth, grazing her tongue as I go. I examine her wet flesh, her sharp teeth, the roof of her mouth, and then the back of her throat. She gives me little choking sounds but refuses to gag.

“Mmm.” I take my hand from her mouth and slip it under the hem of her dress. The skin between her legs is puffy and full and wet. I add the wetness from her mouth and slick her from front to back. She spreads open for me, while still holding her mouth wide.

My lips encircle her tongue. I suck it into my mouth and revel at the new feel. Less than a minute in and I couldn't walk anywhere, much less hold a coherent conversation. Lucky for us, I don’t have to do either. I fill her mouth with my tongue and she returns the favor, sucking it deep. Then our lips battle. It’s a slow war, dark and hedonistic.

She pants against my lips as I work between hers. I shove two fingers deep. My thumb massages her clit, while my pinky toys with the pucker of her ass. I haven’t been inside it in a while. I wonder if it counts toward that declaration I made the other day. It’s my rule, so I can fudge it if I want. My dick jumps, but this isn’t the place for full back-door action.

I reach around and fill my free hand with her ass. The lush skin molds to my touch. I shake it and spread her cheeks apart. My wandering pinky slips just inside the wet, tight hole.

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