Page 76 of Wrapped in Silver

That’s tomorrow’s problem, though. Now? We’re on the way to stage house number seven to watch a filming ofChilling Desires, and my heart is beating out of my chest I’m so excited. The girls at work would be so jealous…

The thought sparks a pang of sadness in my gut. I know I’m not supposed to be an accountant behind a computer screen, but it’s not like it was all bad. I haven’t seen or interacted with my team in what feels like years. Even though they’re just surface-level friends because I’m guarded as hell… still… I do miss them.One look over to the silver fox at my side makes all of that sadness melt away.

“What is it?” he purrs, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Hm?”

“I know that look like the back of my hand. You want to say something.” He eyes me. “You always tilt your head and look away when you’re holding something back.”

“Oh, learning to read me?” I sneer, giving him a taste of his own grumpy medicine.

“I’ve already memorized you cover to cover.” He smirks.

“Not that simple.” I twist and face him, putting one leg on my seat to get comfortable. “You have to read in between the lines to really understand a girl like me.”

“Is that so?” One of his green eyes turns my way. It scans me up and down like a hawk inspecting its prey.

Yeah, I’ll be prey for you.

When he glances back to the road, his hand reaches to my inner thigh, causing heat to swirl into my cheeks and pool near my slit.

Whoa.

I forget how to breathe when our skin touches. He’s warm and big and… inching closer to me.

“Am I reading correctly?” he purrs, that dastardly grin growing on his face.

“Maybe,” I whisper with the little air left in my lungs.

Falling lower in my seat, I squirm, trying to bring my slit to him since he’s teasing me like a jerk. His hand just lingers there, inching closer and then pulling back. I could literally get off to him just pretending to go near me.

The hell is wrong with me?

I inhale deeply when his finger grazes over my leggings, right over my second lips. He nearly touches my clit over the panties, and I can feel the wetness staining them.

My mouth parts as I forget where I am. The only thing my mind focuses on is his touch. My sight might as well all be a blur; hearing is only my heartbeat.

Please take me, Silver,I beg in my head.

Grabbing at his hand to bring him all the way in, he pulls away and grabs my chin lightning fast, scaring me stiff and turning me on twice as much. As he pulls up to a gate, he looks at me.

“We’re here,”he whispers, then gives me a taunting kiss.

Bastard.

I watch him exit the car like nothing ever happened. He’s talking to the guy guarding the gate—some young man about the age of all the rookie cops I want to strangle. Watching Silver grab the back of the guy’s head lovingly reminds of a tough father-figure. The way he smiles while still somehow being stern… it turns me on. And I’m just left here to marinate in my own puddle.

He comes back as the gate opens, and the angry glare I’m giving him makes him laugh. “I thought you’d be excited.”

“I was,” I say through gritted teeth, and he laughs again.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll spank you later,” he teases.

“Oh, is that my reward?”

“Just reading between the lines.” He pulls up to the parking lot, where cameramen and women roll their equipment into a garage entrance, and I’m excited all over again. “There she is. C’mon.”

He gets out of the car and taps the hood for me to get moving.

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