Page 121 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“Ready?” Monique asked, emerging in her casual clothes, the black dress draped over her arm.

“Always,” Orazio replied, a wicked grin crossing his lips as he approached her.

“I told you to behave,” Monique whispered when he reached her side.

“I’m trying.It’shard.”

She caught on to his joke. “Is it?”

“So damn hard,” he whispered.

“Poor baby. I’ll take care of it soon.”

He couldn’t wait until they made it home, and she kept her promise. On the way out, they passed a rack with colorful scarves hanging from it.

“Can I buy a scarf?” Monique asked.

He raised his eyebrow, wondering why she was grabbing a hot pink scarf that didn’t compliment her dress. Not questioning it, he nodded to the sales associate.

“Take it,” he told Monique.

“We don’t have to go up and pay?”

“They’ll add it to my card.”

“You bring women here a lot, huh?” She side-eyed him.

“My cousin owns this boutique. She makes us all buy at least one thing a year. Usually, I buy something for her to keep her from nagging me. She’s going to be happy and shocked with my purchases today.”

“Oh, okay. Can I have a small bag for the scarf?”

He wasn’t sure why she needed a small bag for it, but if she wanted it, it was hers. The sales associate approached with a little black bag.

Monique slid the scarf inside. Smiling, she told him, “Thank you for the dress and scarf.”

“You’re welcome, love.”

When they made it to the car, he hung the dress on the hook in the back and helped her into the passenger seat. He walked around to his side, his gaze darting left then right, checking his surroundings.It was a habit.

Orazio slid behind the wheel. And then they were off, headed back to his beach house where they could be alone again. They were ten minutes into their drive when, from the corner of his eye, he saw Monique pulling her scarf from the bag.

He returned his eyes to the road but could feel her moving beside him. He tensed when he felt her fingers at his belt, unbuckling it slowly. He glanced down briefly before returning his gaze to the road. Her fingers slid into his pants, then dipped into the opening of his boxers.

“Monique, what are you doing? Put your seat belt back on,” he managed to choke out, voice strained with arousal as she freed his cock.

“I’m doing something I’ve been wanting to do since I saw you watching me try on those dresses,” she replied, her breath warm against his ear as she leaned against him.

Her voice sent shivers down his spine, and he bit back a moan as she draped the scarf over his cock and then wrapped her hand around it, gripping him tightly.

“Keep your hands on the wheel at all times, Mr. Cattaneo,” she commanded, and he complied without question, his knuckles turning white.

Monique leaned closer, her soft lips brushing against his neck as her hand stroked his throbbing cock.

“Tell me how this feels,” she whispered, her fingers dancing over his length as she stroked him through the pretty pink scarf she’d picked up earlier.

“Fuck, Monique,” he groaned, struggling to keep his eyes on the road as she continued her slow, torturous strokes. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Maybe,” she teased, her voice low and dangerous. “But what a way to die, hmm? Tell me what you need, Orazio.”

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