Page 101 of The Final Faceoff
“Leif,” she whispers, thighs pressing together.
I click my tongue, palming her knee and forcing her legs apart. “Uh-uh. That’s not how this works. You don’t get to run that pretty mouth and not follow through.”
Her lips part, like she wants to argue, but when I press my hand higher—slow, teasing—she gives in. Just melts against the seat, letting me take.
I hum in approval. “That’s my good girl.”
The car hums beneath us, the city rolling by in a blur of neon and glass, but in here—it’s just her. Me. This.
I undo my belt with one hand, letting her hear the sound of the leather sliding through the loops. Her pupils blow wide, lips parting on a sharp inhale.
“Go on,” I say, leaning back. Watching her. Waiting. “Show me how much you meant it.”
Hailey swallows, then shifts, crawling across the seat until she’s between my legs. Her hands tremble as she reaches for me, but fuck, she’s eager.
Her lips part, soft and inviting, and I slide my thumb inside, pressing down on her tongue. Her breath stutters, but she doesn’t look away. Good. She knows better. Knows I want her attention locked on me—on every command, every filthy word that leaves my mouth.
“Just like that,” I murmur, watching her wrap her lips around the tip of my thumb. “You want something to suck on, baby? You ask.”
She nods, a little too eager, and I tighten my grip in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her whimper.
“Use your words.”
“Please,” she breathes, voice dripping with desperation, eyes wide and pleading.
I groan, dragging my thumb free, tracing the slickness along her jaw. “That’s what I like to hear. You sound fucking wrecked already.” My other hand trails down, fingers skimming over flushed, heated skin. “We’re just getting started.”
I dip lower, ghosting my lips over hers, teasing her with the kiss she so obviously craves. But I don’t give it to her yet. No—she has to work for it.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
Her hands clutch at my shirt, nails digging in, trying to pull me closer. “I need it.”
I chuckle, dark and slow, letting my lips just barely brush hers. “You need it?” My grip in her hair tightens, my other hand locking around her waist, pulling her tight against me. “Then show me.”
I keep my grip in her hair, keeping her where I want her, forcing her to meet my gaze. I smirk, dragging my thumb along her bottom lip. “You’re squirming, baby.” My voice is dark, thick with control. “What do you need?”
She swallows hard, her breath shallow. “You.”
I chuckle, slow and knowing. “You have me.” My free hand slides lower, just barely grazing her thigh. “But you know what I want?”
She shakes her head, her hands fisting in her lap, restless.
“I want you to touch yourself while your pretty lips are wrapped around me,” I murmur, the words slipping out like sin. “Right here. In the car. While I watch.”
Her breath hitches, her fingers twitching where they rest on my thigh. She knows better than to hesitate, but I can see it in her eyes—the thrill of the command, the way her body responds to being told exactly what to do.
She’s fucking drenched already.
I tilt my head, dragging my knuckles down her throat, over the frantic beat of her pulse. “What are you waiting for?” I murmur, my voice a dark promise. “You begged for this, Hailey Bean. Time to earn it.”
A soft, shaky breath leaves her lips, but she moves.
Her fingers dip beneath the hem of her dress, sliding up her thighs, and, fuck—watching her obey, watching her get herself ready for me, it’s almost enough to make me ruin her right here.
But I don’t.
I won’t.
