Page 47 of Wicked Games

Another car pulls into the lot, but she doesn’t notice. Her eyes are closed.

They park a few spaces down, but there’s no fucking mistaking what we’re doing. The older man gets out and stares at us.

Well.

At the rocking car and the tinted windows. He can probably see our silhouettes.

I roll down the window and extend my hand, middle finger up.

Margo goes still.

Ah.

She’s opened her eyes, her skin now coated in goosebumps, and the guy is staring at her. Well, us.

“Be a wolf,” I whisper.

Her head whips forward, glaring at me. But carefully, her hand lifts, and it joins mine out the window.

Middle fingerup.

I grin, and she mirrors it.

The guy—well, I don’t know. I don’t really give a shit. I roll the window back up and place my hands on her hips.

“Double time, baby. Otherwise the next visitor we’ll have will be the cops.”

Her eyes widen. I thrust my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her, and her severe expression melts away. She bounces, her breasts swaying, while I control how high she goes. I don’t need her to slip out and start over, breaking our rhythm.

I move one hand between her legs, feeling where we’re joined, then sliding back up to her clit. Her lips part when I touch her just the way she likes. My balls are ready to unload, and I lean forward and kiss her hard. Her tongue touches my lower lip, then pushes into my mouth.

Her hands, from where they clutched my shoulders, slide up into my hair.

Fuck, I can’t get enough of this girl.

I didn’t pick her up this morning expecting this.

I didn’t have any expectations, really, except for moderating my guilt.

That’s not going so well.

She’s not being vulnerable with me. Sex, sure, but I don’t think she’s equating that tointimacy. After all, I fucked her and then screwed her over.

Breaking past her guards and climbing into her soul is my next step.

Body, mind, soul.

I want to be on her mind all the time.

I want her to feel me on her all the time.

My uncle would be furious with me for being so selfish—but that’s exactly why I’ve got to have her. The rest of my life isn’t mine.

Hell, as soon as he finds out my frame of mind, I’ll be punished.

Her hands move from my hair down to my ribs, and I wince.

She stills. Everything in her freezes. “What was that?”

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