Page 222 of Heartless Legacy

Before I can respond, Eloise appears looking seven shades of pissed off, and yells, “Get your hands off of him!”

I lift my arms, showing my hands are full, with the cellphones the guys asked me to hold. “I’m not touching him. He’s touching me.”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you? You have to push and flaunt the rules, don’t you? I hope you’re prepared for the consequences.”

“Every chance I get, but just out of curiosity, which rule and consequence are you referring to?”

She’s not looking at me. Her attention is on Pax. Wait. Is she threateninghim? The rhythmic pressure against my clit has stopped. His body’s rigid and he’s holding his breath. For the first time, I’m seeing just how hard this must be on him. He’s a pawn in all this, too.

Grabbing his hand, I get to my feet, pulling him up with me. “You know that control thing we were just talking about?” He gives a small nod, and I say, “Let’s get out of here.”

I drag him towards the dining hall, and after placing my food order, I instruct, “Wait here for my food. Do not take your eyes off of the person preparing it and bring it to my table.”

I sit in my usual seat. When he comes over with my food, I take a page out of his book and point to an empty spot. Let’s see just how much shit he’s willing to take.

“You missed a spot.” I point to the crevice of the hubcap where a small patch of dirt remains. You can barely see it unless you get down on the ground, which is exactly what I’ve done, inspecting every single inch of the cars on the lot. My friends and I made sure to get our cars extra dirty before bringing them here for the football team’s charity car wash.

Pax has been out here all day, scrubbing away, with his t-shirt clinging to his body and the impression of his dick just barely hidden behind his basketball shorts. He’s done a good job, so I have to look extra hard to find something to criticize.

When he stoops down, I put my hand on the back of his neck, pushing his face closer to the tire. “See it?”

“No.”

I crouch down next to him and hover my finger over it. “Right here.”

“Oh, this?” He asks, pointing to something nowhere near where I’m indicating.

“No wonder men can’t find the clit.” I mumble, as I place his hand right on top of the spot of dirt.

“I don’t know who those men are, but I know exactly where your clit is, how it likes to be touched, licked and sucked.”

“Yesterday’s pleasure is today’s irritation, so I wouldn’t go making any wagers on that.”

He shifts his shoulders, somehow boxing me in against the car. I keep forgetting just how big he is. “Sounds like I need to sign up for a late night study session. Do you want to tutor me at your place or mine?”

I shove him hard, trying to knock him on his ass. He teeters backwards and pulls me with him, so I wind up in his lap. Trying to wiggle out of his grip, I huff, “You’re getting me all wet!”

His smile is slow and cocky. “That’s not how I meant it,” I groan. He gives my nipples a pointed stare before pulling me even closer. The outline of his dick is way more pronounced now.

“How can you be getting hard right now?”

“I’ve got the girl of my dreams in my lap, and she’s wet for me.”

“Wetbecauseof you is not the same thing as wetforyou...”

“It can be.” Our bodies touch, my breasts are smooshed against his chest, our breaths rising and falling together.

I tell him, “Stop spreading your legs.” He doesn’t listen, and I sink further into his lap, his semi-erect cock cradled between my thighs. His hands cup my ass. “Don’t do it.” I warn, seconds before he rocks me against him.

“Afraid those little moans will slip out?”

“Afraid you’ll ruin the detailing on the car.”

“I bet I can get us both off without ever touching the car.”

“Doubtful.”

“Is that a challenge?”

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