Page 139 of Point of Contention
“Did you clear this place out?”
“Possibly.” He smirked.
“Why?”
Cabot licked his lips, slow and sensual, sending my pulse into overdrive. Then he raked his teeth over his bottom lip and I felt the motion between my legs. “Run, Ms. Blake.”
My heart skipped a beat, but I opened the car door, fighting with my seat belt as I tried to jump out of the car. Cabot chuckled and slipped his hand between us to press the button, then I was free of the restraint and bolting across the wide-open parking lot.
He was on me in no time, grabbing me around the waist and tossing me over his shoulder.
I squealed and slapped at his back, but he smacked my ass and I quieted.
“You can’t out run me.”
“As if I would want to.”
He patted my ass, then stood me up in front of the car. “Clothes off, Ms. Blake.”
My breath caught, and my gaze flicked around us.
The buildings in Greenwich Village weren’t skyscrapers like those in the city, but there were still buildings around us with at least a handful of floors more than the thirty of the parking structure. If I undressed, I’d be exposed to anyone who might look down from those windows—
“I cleared those out, too,” Cabot said. “Now, strip.”
My mouth fell open and I looked up at him. How much would it cost to clear out entire floors of the surrounding buildings? To close a parking structure for our lunch break?
“Ms. Blake,” he said, his tone thick with desire and laced with power as he slipped into Master Creed mode.
I licked my lips as heat pooled low in my belly and wetness began to leak from my core, then I undressed quickly. We were on limited time, after all. I glanced to the right and my gaze landed on a small table I hadn’t noticed before. Two champagne flutes sat atop the table, and a silver bucket stood beside it, a bottle of champagne settled inside.
“Are we celebrating something?”
“Yes.”
I huffed and rolled my eyes. “Are you going to tell me what?”
“Your first day at your new job.”
My eyes narrowed. There was more to it than that. I hadn’t seen him this happy in… well, ever.
“We’re wasting precious time. Lean back on the hood of the car, my love.”
I leaned my hands back, wincing at the heat of the hood. The air had cooled considerably with the changing of the leaves, but the sun still beat down, warming any surface it touched.
“Too hot for you?” he asked as he stepped closer. “Or… I wonder.” He leaned over me and lowered me backwards, letting first my bare ass hit the hood, then my back and shoulders. I winced at the heat, then moaned as he dipped his hand between my legs. “Just as I suspected,” he said, trailing his fingers between my legs. “Just enough bite to make my girl wet.”
He was right, the asshole. The heat of the car against my back, mixed with the heat of the sunlight on my naked front was an enticing, seductive feeling.
But the heat in his gaze?
Enough to burn me up from the inside out.
Cabot stretched over me and lifted my arms above my head. Flipping my hands over, he tucked my fingers into the gap between the hood and the windshield. “Hold on tight,” he murmured against the shell of my ear. I shivered but did as he said, quickly rewarded by his head settling between my thighs.
He licked between my folds slowly but firmly.
“Ah,” I said on an exhale. “Yes.”
