Page 17 of Heartbreaker

Plump lips.

Slick,slickheat.

Whir!

I still, glance over her shoulder and see that the window separating us from the driver has slid down a couple of inches.

“Ms. Cantrell?” the driver calls and I’m pleased to see that he doesn’t lower the window any further.

Discreet.

I like it.

Jade may not fully trust her team, but her driver may be a person to keep.

“Yes, John?” she asks, voice remarkably steady despite the desire glazing those storm cloud gray eyes.

“Would you like me to drop you or Mr. Ewing off first?”

My heart skips a beat.

I don’t want to go home to my empty house, don’t want to leave.

Not just yet.

Our eyes connect and I see the question in her eyes. “Do you want?—?”

“Yes.”

Gray eyes warming, the storm clouds fading into a foggy morning, perfect for staying in bed and fucking the day away. Her fingers tighten slightly in my hair and then she exhales. “John?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You can drop us both at my hotel.”

My dick twitches, and I slide my thumbs in a little further, grazing the sensitive skin at the apex of her thighs, loving the way she moans softly, her head falling back, her hips jerking forward. “Royal,” she whispers, instinctually shifting closer, seeking out my fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, “let me in.”

Her legs widen.

I slip in a little closer, parting her slick folds, tracing a fingertip along the seam of her.

She gasps quietly.

“You’ve got it, ma’am,” John says and I barely hear the glass separating us whirring back up.

Because I’m too focused on Jade.

On the way my name tumbles off her lips. On the way she instinctively seeks out the purchase of my hand. On her silky skin and soaked pussy and her breasts pressing against the fabric of the short, tight dress she changed into earlier.

I circle her entrance, push inside, feel her immediately clamp down around my finger.

Fuck, I want that pussy tightening around my cock.

Patience.

“I—” She reaches for me. “You?—”

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