Page 14 of Creed

She moans, low and deep, and tilts her head back against the headrest. “No, I didn’t know that.”

“Do you think you can?”

She vigorously shakes her head. I lean over further, pull her shirt up, and pop her right breast out of her bra. I close my lipsover her peaked nipple instantaneously. Her whole body jerks, and then she arches into me as I flick my tongue, lavishing the sensitive bud.

Is she always this responsive? Or is it because it’s that two halves have finally found each other to complete the perfect whole, with each edge fitting seamlessly together?

Pulling back, I tuck her breast back in so no fuckers driving an SUV or truck can see into the window and see that glorious piece of my girl’s flesh.

“We’ll see,” I murmur about the nipple-play orgasm, considering her responsiveness. I’m more determined than ever to see if she’ll bless me with one. I place my hand on her knee at the hem of her professional-looking skirt. “Drive quickly, angel.”

I love feeling the contractions of her muscles as she moves her leg to give gas, along with letting out the clutch. I love how her muscles tighten as I slowly run my hand higher up her thigh and under her skirt.

“I can’t concentrate,” she grits as she shifts gears and follows the navigation instructions.

“You’re doing perfect,” I praise, then inch higher. She isn’t wearing tights or stockings, and I love the feel of her bare legs. “We’ll be at my place soon.”

“I’ve never done this before.” Her voice shakes, her legs tense as she clenches them together.

I pull her hand off the gearshift and suck her finger into my mouth. I love how she’s shaking. “Nearly falling apart while you drive or…”

“Any of it.”

“Good.” I bite her fingertip, then lap my tongue around it to soothe the sting. “Very good, actually. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Stop saying that,” she breathes, her eyes glued straight ahead. The navigation system tells her to turn right, and she tugs on her hand to free it from my mouth to downshift.

“You don’t want me to call you angel or good girl. Why?”

“There’s something about it that makes me…” She shakes her head, swallowing hard. “You’re dangerous. I don’t need you in my head.”

A jolt runs through me, reminding me that Iamdangerous to a sweet little angel like Sophie Demeanus. Everything I do is legal; however, my family still is the Santoro crime family, and we’ll always have enemies. Does she know that, though?

Creed is an unusual name, and I’m unusual myself, given my tattoos. My name is known in the business world. Even though my family’s epicenter of our empire isn’t in San Diego, we have much business here—mafia-related and non—and many people know who and what the Santoro family is.

I focus on her second statement and draw lazy circles on her thigh. “You don’t need me in your head?”

She follows the final directions to my penthouse and slows to enter the underground parking. She looks sidelong at me. “I have a plan here. With school. I don’t need a guy messing with my head, no matter how hot he is.”

Grinning, I make a wider circle on her thigh, and she tightens her legs together again. “You think I’m hot.”

“Please,” she scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You know damn well that you are.”

I point to where she should park, and she pulls into the parking spot and turns off the car. I’m exceptionally impressed by her driving stick and her ability to handle a low vehicle like this. She didn’t bottom out or scrape the bottom once. I’ll praise her for that later, as I have other plans for her right now.

“Tell you what,” I say. “If I make you come in the next five minutes, I get to call you whatever I want.”

“Aren’t you a cocky loverboy?” She tosses me the keys, and I snatch them from the air. Her smile is smug. “Good luck doing the impossible.”

Her words register, and I scowl. “No man has made you come?”

Then it hits me. And I smile like a predator about to hunt.

“No man has made you come.”

I’m out of the vehicle before she utters a word and around to her side, opening the door. I pull her out of the car and up against me, making her squeak in surprise.

Then, her full, pouty lips curl into a taunting smile as she gazes up at me with a challenge. “Tick tock, loverboy.”

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