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His fingertip traced over my clit, just lightly brushing its sensitive surface enough to drive me wild. Steadily, he increased the pressure, and I had difficulty keeping my thighs open as fierce volleys of desire tore through me at every turn.

“Someone might see,” I mumbled, but I bucked against him anyway.

“There’s no one out here,” he answered.

“But the security,” I began.

“They’re behind us. They won’t see anything either, little girl,” he continued.

“But…”

He slapped my pussy hard enough to sting.

“Do you need your little pussy spanked first, naughty girl?”

Fuck. I didn’t know why that made my clit pulse even more. I shouldn’t like it when he took control like that, but I did, and I couldn’t deny it, at least not to myself.

“No, sir,” I whispered, biting my lip and shaking my head quickly. The stinging burn simmered across my flesh and his fingertips rubbed against my clit hard enough for it to feel like a punishment.

“Then be a good girl and come for me.”

I didn’t need to be told again. At once, my muscles seized with my orgasm. His presence was so overwhelmingly dominant that I almost forgot about my surroundings.

Almost, but not completely.

The trees rushed by us on either side as his fingers worked between my thighs. My legs quivered and I arched back against the seat, shamefully riding his hand as pleasure burned through me. He didn’t slow down or stop. If anything, he pressed a bit harder.

I came with a shout.

Burning pleasure spiraled through me, fast and hard. I grasped his wrist, not to stop him, but simply to touch him. He seemed to understand, and I didn’t get in trouble for my uncontrollable impulsiveness. My hips bucked back and forth as my eyes rolledback in my head. I bit my lips, trying to keep quiet but it was useless. I was moaning embarrassingly loudly and when I glanced over to him, there was a grin of quiet victory written all over his features. He was proud of himself!

That only made this orgasm even better.

My pleasure came in waves, one after the other with each growing more powerful until it finally crested and began to fade. My inner walls fluttered greedily as I slumped back against the seat. He drew his hand away and I made a move to pull my panties and jeans back up.

“You will wait for permission to cover yourself,” he smirked.

My hands stopped and I lowered them to my thighs, not really knowing what to do with them. He slowly entwined his fingers with mine and I blushed when I noticed that they were still glistening with the evidence of what had just happened all over them.

It felt deliciously naughty to be bare from the waist down like this and as much as I wanted to hold my head high and be proud, I felt a little uncertain. I squeezed his hand a bit tighter. I knew I shouldn’t be allowing this to happen or encouraging him. If anyone back home knew about the things that happened between Ryker and me, I would be ostracized, or worse. What we were doing was dangerous. I knew that and I had a sneaking suspicion he knew that too, but I couldn’t stop myself. He’d given me a taste and I craved more.

With every interaction between us, I felt my heart expanding with feelings I knew I should not be having. He was thoughtful and respectful at every turn, kind and generous, intelligent and just so masculine. He was undoubtedly a bit heavy handed attimes, but I knew that he only meant well by me. I felt safe with him, even, maybe, admired by him in return.

His fingers squeezed mine. Maybe he knew what I was thinking or maybe he just knew I needed the reassurance of his touch. I turned to face him, still embarrassed by my nakedness but thankful for his attention all the same.

“Good girl,” he purred.

My heart exploded with forbidden feeling.

CHAPTER 9

Ryker

The journey in the 4-wheel drive vehicles would take several days. The only airstrip close by had been two hundred miles northwest of our destination and the terrain was rough. Based on some of the evidence Naomi had come across in her search, it had appeared that much of this area had been heavily bombed. In the years since, though, the land had bounced back. Nature had reclaimed most of it completely.

The first night out on the road, I could feel the weight of every eye on us. The security team was professional, sure, but even through their stoic expressions and rigid postures, I knew they were watching. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was caution. Either way, their presence kept Naomi and me from fully exploring the kind of moments I craved to share with her.

We'd opted to sleep in the vehicles. It was safer that way. The terrain was unpredictable, and the risks too high to pitch a tent, leaving ourselves exposed to the elements—or worse, to the unknown dangers that lurked in these desolate lands. The utilityvehicles offered enough room to sleep if you didn’t mind the cramped quarters, and though it wasn’t the most comfortable option, it kept us close, in ways that made the entire situation all the more… charged.

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