Page 100 of On a Fault Line

“Oh, great. Glad to hear that.” I hear relief in Graham’s tone.

He’s probably thankful I stopped fighting the bodyguard he hired for me. It’s not like we sat down and had a real conversation about what I know and don’t know in regard to what happens behind the scenes related to my welfare, but at this point, he probably realizes that I understand Collins’s role.

I just don’t think he expected Collins to turn into more than just a bodyguard, and for me to be bold enough to advocate for my own sexual needs.

“See you soon.”

Hanging up with my brother, I try a different approach with this stubborn man beside me. So I do what anyone in my position would do—I spread my legs and start touching myself.

“What are you doing? Are you even wearing panties?”

“Hmm… I forget. Let me check.” Bending forward, I make a huge production of looking between my legs. “Yup. I did remember.”

“I can smell your pussy.”

Now he has me curious. “And what does it smell like, Collins?”

A devilish smirk plays on his lips. “Mine.”

Shimmying in my seat, I remove my patriotic panties and loop them around my finger. Circling them like a lasso, I?—

“Hey! Give those back!”

“No.”

My eyes narrow at Collins who brings the material up to his nose and breathes in my scent.

“Those are mine.”

Taking his hand, he reaches over and places it possessively right over the top of my hairless pussy, underneath my sundress. “This is mine.”

Lazily, he pets me, stroking the outside of my lips with his fingers.

Adjusting my seat, I recline back and spread my thighs to give him better access and an intentional invitation to have his way with me.

“Yesss…” I hiss.

I want more.

Sliding his finger along the inner lips of my pussy, he plays with my natural lubrication that has leaked out.

“I hope you drown the interior of my car in your juices, Princess.”

My hips grind into the seat, silently coaxing him to continue—to keep touching me. “Hmm…”

“You have less than three minutes to get off.”

My hands push at his. “Move aside and let me get the job done.”

Gripping both of mine in his one, he pulls them off of me. “Tsk-tsk… You aren’t allowed to touch yourself.”

My jaw unhinges. “Then how?”

“Think of something. You better get creative.”

My eyes dart to the scenery. We are on the main road to my parents’ house.

Fuck.

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