Page 44 of Worth the Risk

Is that what I’m doing? Do I want to be the mouse?

I hit the button, cutting the engine.

“Get out of the car,” he says again. This time his tone is deeper but a smile still plays at his lips. “You know I won’t say it again.”

Before I can second-guess myself, I’m pulling on the handle, pushing the door open, and stepping out of my car.

“Come to apologize?”

“Come here.” He crooks his finger, summoning me.

“I guess not.” I close the door, taking a few steps toward him. When I’m within reach, he slides his hand down my arm, gently slipping his fingers through mine until they’re intertwined.

“I told you we needed to talk.” He gently tugs my hand as he takes a few steps toward his vehicle. “So, let’s talk for a few minutes.”

My feet fall in line with his, walking slowly around the far side of his Range Rover until we’re almost hidden. He releases my hand, his fingers trailing up my arm several inches before he plants his palm against the vehicle next to my face, his other hand pressing against my belly until my back touches the door behind me.

“I told you there was nothing between Mia and me—” I open my mouth to interrupt him but I’m caught off guard when his hand against my belly dips beneath my waistband. “Tsk, tsk.” He clicks his tongue at me. “Don’t interrupt me.”

“Oh my God,” I utter, half in astonishment that his fingers are now in my panties and half in excitement about what’s going to happen when he touches me.

“But I can understand how a miscommunication”—his fingers slide farther down—“or perhaps lack of communication today upset you.” He’s hovering just above my clit. “And I didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that by showing up with her.”

I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. In one motion he slides his middle finger all the way deep inside me.

“Ohhhh.” I can’t hold back my moan this time. My head lulls slightly forward, my hand darting forward to clutch his shirt. “What the fuuu…”

“Look at me.” He lifts the hand next to my face, gently wrapping his fingers around my jaw and pinning my head back so that I’m staring at him. “I didn’t appreciate your attitude, though.” He pauses his movement. “It was really unnecessary.”

I squirm against his hand, trying to catch some sort of friction.

“Do you want me to stop?” I hesitate. “Taylor.” He leans closer. “Do you want me to stop?”

Slowly, I shake my head no.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his fingers beginning to lazily pump in and out of me. “You know you deserve this, right?” He slides his thumb into my mouth, my teeth clamping down on it. “You deserve to be reminded what happens when you’re not a good girl.”

Holy fuck, is he acting out a BookTok scene right now?

“You don’t get to tell me no,” he whispers in my ear before nipping my earlobe. “You get to take whatever pleasure I want to give you.” He drags his teeth over the exposed flesh of my neck. “Even if I want to spread you across my desk in the middle of the fucking day and tongue-fuck the shit out of you.”

I throb against his finger, a red flush breaking across my chest in embarrassment, my body responding to every single touch and movement he makes. And oh God, every single word he’s saying has me wanting to slap him, then beg him not to stop… ever.

He drags his thumb roughly against my lip. “I really don’t think you realize how fucking turned on you get me with that attitude of yours.” He crooks his finger, hitting my G-spot perfectly. “Even if it pisses me off.”

“Oh fu—” He hits it again. “Oh.” And again. My body jerks violently.

“You like that, Taylor?” His lips are so close to mine. “I can feel your pussy throbbing against my finger, getting wetter bythe second and in about”—he glances just to his left through the windshield—“thirty seconds, our friends are going to be able to see what I’m doing to you.”

My eyes fly open and I try to push against him. I want to lean forward to look toward where he’s looking, but he has me pinned against the side of his truck.

“I’m going to keep doing this to you,” he says calmly as repeats his actions, edging me over and over, “so that you know just how frustrated you have left me every single fucking day for the last five years.”

The moment he says it, two things happen.

One, I realize that he isn’t roleplaying right now; this is Austin talking. The same man who has been a secret fantasy of mine since the moment I met him, taking out his sexual frustration on me from the last five years in public, up against his vehicle in the middle of the fucking day, knowing we’re so close to being caught.

And two, I come loudly all over his fingers.

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