Page 45 of Those Heartbreak Scars

“Will you do it, Rica? Will you be my filthy girl, and do what I say?”

“Yes,” I exhale the word on the whisper of a whimper. The way he can come into any situation and take charge has always affected me in a visceral way. But this is next level sexual catnip for a girl who likes a little bossy in the bedroom. “You like to be in control, don’t you?”

“I do.” He kisses me. “Now be a good girl. Stand up and turn around before you sit back on my lap.”

Watching the crowd to see if anyone notices, I climb off him, turn around and slide back onto his lap while he discreetly unbuttons his pants.

His hard cock throbs against my panty-covered pussy when I lower back down. If I’d known we’d end up like this I would have come without them.

Then again, I always seem to end up in the same predicament when it comes to Gray. Perhaps I’ll stash a fresh pair in my purse for next time. Surprise him by not wearing any at all.

“Lean forward,” he tells me. “Pick up your drink. And take a sip, but don’t swallow.”

I pick up the cocktail and lift it to my lips as his hand travels over my thigh and between my legs. He hooks one finger into the lace of my panties and tugs it aside. I almost spill the drink when he thrusts into me.

“Careful.” His voice promises wickedness as I place the glass back down. Under the table his fingers dig into the front of my panties and play over my clit. “Now, I want you to spit it in my mouth.”

Holy shit. I almost inhale the alcohol as I twist my head. He mashes his lips to mine, and I spit the fluid into his mouth. It feels personal. He’s inside me, fucking me so slowly, but this feels more intimate.

He shudders, a groan escaping him. “Rica.”

The way he says my name before he drives his tongue into my mouth to taste every crevice. I can make him feel things that make him lose control. It’s such a power trip. A girl could get addicted to making the man she’s in love with go feral for her.

Eventually he pulls back. “You’re going to finish that drink without spilling a drop, and the entire time I’m going to be inside you.” He nips at my earlobe. “And playing with this.”

He rubs my clit. It’s all I can do not to moan.

The icy liquid does nothing to quench the heat we are creating. He fucks me slow and shallow so that no one notices the way we’re moving together. I get lost in how good and right and dirty and perfect it feels. By the time I finish my drink I’m ready to combust.

Taking the empty glass from my hand, he places it on the table, and then grasps my jaw. His tongue slips between my parted lips and swallows up a whimper I can’t hold back, while his cock scrapes all those places inside me that have me desperate to scream.

His fingers speed up on my clit. “That’s my dirty girl. Come. I want to feel it.”

An orgasm washes through me, making my inner walls spasm around him. He’s right behind me, flooding me with heat a second later while he murmurs, “Rica, what are you doing to me? I can’t get enough of you.”

I can’t get enough of him either.

My phone vibrates on the table and lights up with an incoming call.

Behind me Gray sucks in a wooden breath and turns rigid.

Indy’s timing is always perfect.

Chapter Seventeen

America

Indy’s calling me because of course she is.

Gray clears his throat, slips his hand from the front of my panties. “You should answer it.”

How am I supposed to answer her call and not give away my guilt when I’m still straddling Gray’s lap? How do I make small talk and pretend everything is fine when he turned into a statue the moment he saw who was calling me?

“Do you need me to do it for you?” His voice is rusted, dark. His heart is still broken, and he hates her for it.

He reaches for my phone and I lunge to pick it up first. My hand shakes as I hover my thumb over the red circle. The sound cuts out. “I’ll call her tomorrow.”

A message comes through almost instantly. Then another.

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