Page 24 of Million Dollar High

He feasted on her—teeth, mouth, tongue, fingers, dragging every last ounce of surrender from her. When he had her on the brink, he twisted around so his head and shoulders rested on the hood. He dragged her up and spread her over his face.

Splayed on top of his car, she shamelessly ground herself on Noah King’s mouth until pleasure exploded through her system.

“Oh God!” She speared a hand through his hair and twisted helplessly against him. Her supporting arm gave way, and she screamed again as she arched out of control, certain she would crack her head on the windshield. But he caught her, steadied her with one hand between her breasts and the other on her lower back, and let her relax. Her forehead touched the cool glass, and her whole body melted against his car.

Still raining kisses on her ravaged core, he drew down her dress, and with one last kiss, covered her up. Rising, he gripped her waist and lifted her from the car. Her head drooped onto his shoulder. In the drowsy aftermath, Leia barely felt it when he placed her in the seat and fastened her seatbelt.

He returned to the bistro, presumably to finish locking up, and emerged a minute later.

Without speaking, he slid into the car and gunned the engine.

The journey back started in total silence. The air felt thick with acrimony and the heavy scent of sex. Halfway home, she glanced at his stony profile. He sensed her gaze, and his handtightened on the steering wheel. The warning made her look away. To his crotch, which bulged with a raging hard-on.

Treacherously, her mouth flooded with saliva and her breath locked in her lungs.

“You hungering for another lesson, baby? I’m happy to oblige. You can take a pick of the lamppost over there, or under the neon sign advertising boob jobs? Or hell, I can lick you to orgasm again on the hood at the next traffic light. But don’t stare at my cock because it won’t be going anywhere near your pussy ever again.”

Face flaming, she averted her gaze. “Don’t be vile.” Her voice emerged as weak as her whole body felt. And her pussy throbbed with the need to have him fill her, hot and heavy and hard.

“You love me vile. Or you wouldn’t be licking your lips right now.”

Her hands shook before she clenched them in her lap. “Please don’t be like this.”

“You made it like this. I’m just playing by your rules, sweetheart. And you know what? Right about now, I’m beginning to wonder why I ever abandoned my Catch. Fuck. Release system. Maybe it’s time to reactivate it.”

“What are you saying, that you intend to fuck faceless strangers again?” The question emerged like a jagged whisper.

“Why not? Emotionless fucking has its perks. And it sounds like a great life choice right about now.”

“Noah—”

“I told you not to say my fucking name,” he snarled.

“But… what about Ashley?”

“What about her?”

“Aren’t you going to take her current status into consideration?”

His jaw clenched so hard she feared for his molars. “Her personal feelings matter very little to me.”

“God, you’re being so…”

“So… what?”

“So cruel.”

“You didn’t think that when you were begging me to make you come.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her face burned at the smug mockery in his eyes. “I’m going to stop talking to you now.”

“Fucking great idea.”

He slammed on the gas and the Maserati shot forward.

They arrived at her house fifteen minutes later. The electronic gates swung open, but he stopped the car just inside the gates, his features frozen as he stared at the mansion. The guard who manned the gates started to come out of his cubicle. She waved him away.

When she realized Noah had no intention of driving her to the front door, she reached for the handle.

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