Page 20 of Faking It with the Enforcer

I look at Emily, a silent question in my eyes. She nods, grinning at me and weaving her fingers with mine. I give her hand a gentle squeeze and she squeezes back. My balls throb in response.

“Yeah,” I say, my gaze not leaving hers. “We’re in.”

We leave the arena through a rear entrance that exits into an alleyway, where a row of sleek black cars awaits. There are always cars waiting here after the game for any team members or staff who need or want a ride. I don’t usually use them, but I’m grateful for the convenience tonight.

Shane and Sadie slip into the first car in line, followed by Kincaid and Lilah into the second. I hold the door open to the third for Emily, letting her slide in first. I close the door once I’m inside, effectively sealing us away from the world.

“Where to?”

I open and close my mouth, realizing I have no idea where we’re going. Kincaid was the one who said they were going out. I was too caught up in seeing Emily to even ask.

“Uh…just follow the two cars that pulled out ahead of you,” I say.

“Yes, sir,” he says pleasantly, and we pull out smoothly into the night, the city sparkling with lights around us.

Emily shifts in her seat as shadows flicker across her beautiful face, and her thigh presses against mine. I can’t stop thinking about wanting to touch her soft skin, how it would feel to have those thighs wrapped around me. I want to run my hands up her toned, lithe legs, feel the heat of her pussy against my hand. I want to slip my hand inside her panties and stroke her. Feel her wetness as I make her gasp and beg sweetly for more.

I shift in my seat, trying to adjust myself discreetly. I’m so fucking hard right now that it hurts. All I can think about is burying myself inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat around me. I want to fuck her slow and deep, make her moan my name like she did in the shower. I want to see her eyes glaze over with pleasure, feel her nails dig into my back as she comes.

I want to taste her, too. I want to bury my face between those pretty thighs, lick her until she’s writhing and begging for more. I want to suck on her little clit, feel her orgasm on my tongue. I want to make her come over and over again, until she’s so sensitive that she can’t take any more.

I want to explore every inch of her body. I want to kiss every single one of her freckles. I want to suck her nipples. I want to grip her hips hard enough to bruise as I fuck her from behind. I want to see her on her knees, those green eyes looking up at me as she takes my dripping cock in her mouth. I want to feel her throat, hear her gag as she tries and fails to take all of me.

I want and want and want. This wanting is consuming me. Eating me alive.

I glance over at her to find that she’s staring at me, and our eyes meet. I can feel the electricity pulsing between us in the back of the car, can practically see the sparks in the air as sheslides a little bit closer. She licks her lips slowly, her lids heavy, and I can see how much she wants me.

Fucking hell, this is wrong. And I don’t give a shit.

I reach down and adjust myself, slowly and deliberately. Her eyes track the movement of my hand over the thick bulge between my legs and she blushes, staring openly now. Fuck, she’s so sweet. And I’m a fucking beast for wanting to corrupt her. But I do. I want to make her mine in the filthiest ways possible.

Is she a virgin? The question sears through me. If she is…god, the things I could teach her. Show her. I could be her first and her last, and she could be my everything in return.

She blinks up at me, the tension wrapping around us like a blanket. She shifts again, her thigh rubbing against mine, the warmth of her evident even through the fabric of my pants. We’re fully dressed and yet I can feel her as though we’re naked. I’ve never been so hyperaware of someone in my entire life. Every time I’m near her, she’s the only thing I can focus on.

Our eyes hold, and I can’t look away. I’m completely mesmerized by her. Her lips part slightly as her gaze drops to my mouth, and I can see her chest rising and falling in soft little pants.

Fuck, I need to taste her. I need to claim her pretty little mouth. Her body. Every single part of her.

I lean in, lifting my hand and cupping her cheek. Christ, her skin is soft. Impossibly soft. I trace my thumb over her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed as she leans into my touch. I can feel her breath on my lips, smell the sunshine and flowers scent of her skin.

Fuck it. I’m going to kiss her.

The car comes to a sudden stop, jolting us apart. I glance out the window and bite out a grumbled curse when I see we’vepulled up in front of an upscale bar. Lilah, Kincaid, Sadie, and Shane are all waiting by the entrance for us.

Fucking perfect timing. I can’t stop the little growl of frustration from escaping me.

Emily looks dazed, her wide eyes on me, her lips parted. She’s so fucking beautiful. So sweet. She’s like soft spring sunshine personified. The driver steps out of the car, chatting with one of the other drivers for a moment.

“Emily,” I say, my voice gritty.

“Wolf,” she says, swallowing thickly.

“I heard you, you know. In the shower.” Now isn’t the time for this conversation, but it suddenly feels important to tell her.

God, I’m such a mess over her.

Her eyes go wide, her lips forming a perfecto. She’s completely adorable when she’s stunned. She’s never not completely adorable, honestly.

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