Page 150 of Wicked Dreams

I take his offered hand. “Let’s go home.”

Caleb opens the car door for me, letting me slide into the backseat first. He follows, closing us in, and scoots close to me. God, he’s a giant in this small space. I didn’t realize it before—no, I wasignoringit before—but his presence sucks up all the air in the car.

The driver glances back at us in the rearview mirror. “Have fun?”

Caleb smiles. “It was refreshing.”

The driver navigates back toward the outskirts of the city, and Caleb traces patterns on my leg. I try not to look at him, but soon, my body aches. One touch has me burning up.

We park next to Caleb’s Audi, and the driver climbs out, opening my door for me. He even offers his hand. I take it, letting him help me to my feet. Caleb scowls at him over the top of the car, and the driver releases me.

“Mr. Asher,” the driver says, inclining his head.

“I’ll call you,” Caleb answers. “Can you do that errand we discussed?”

The driver smiles. “Of course, sir.”

I look back and forth between them, but Caleb turns away before I can dissect the conversation further.

We get into Caleb’s car. Without warning, he reaches over and grabs the back of my neck, yanking me toward him. We slam together, lips parting. His tongue slides into my mouth, invading my senses. I groan and press against him, forcing his tongue out of my mouth and into his. We’ve spontaneously combusted, igniting more heat than I could’ve imagined.

He tugs me over the center console and onto his lap.

I run my hands up and down his chest, then venture lower. I palm his dick through his pants, and he growls.

He’s hard.

I unzip his fly and reach in, fully grabbing him and pulling it out. It jerks in my hand.

I lean back a fraction. Our mouths are a hair’s breadth apart when I whisper, “Who’s Tobias?”

He glares at me. “You want to do this now?”

I stroke him, meeting his glare.

“You’re not going to like the answer,” he warns, exhaling sharply. “Fuck, Margo.”

He likes my hand on him.

“Tell me.” I lick my lips. We’re still close enough that my tongue touches his lips, too.

He tries to scowl but shudders at my nails raking up and down him.

“Tobias was…” He shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m fucking telling you this. Tobias was your father’s attorney.”

I freeze.

“What?”

He grabs my face, holding me in place. If he didn’t, I probably would’ve bolted. Away from him, out of the car.

I’ve been filled with ice.

I pull my hand away from his erection, but he just watches me.

Tobias was my dad’s attorney.

The one who couldn’t stop him from going to jail.

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