Page 27 of Scandalous Contract
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ISTARED AT THE OPENcar door, the dim light of the interior shining down on my legs.Oh. He wanted to do it in the backseat. I wassogame for that. My stomach clenched, not with hesitation but anticipation.
I’d wanted a night of wild abandonment, and Julian Cattaneo was already delivering on that. I slowly exited the vehicle, tugging down the hem of my dress as I did so. Julian stepped back just enough to let me pass but not enough to avoid the brush of my body against his.
This man was like a raging fire, and his embers were raining down on me, slowly setting me ablaze. His eyes followed my every movement, making my skin prickle. Every second in this man’s presence felt like a form of foreplay.
He closed the door behind me and moved to open the back door. I climbed in, scooting over to make room for him. A second later, he joined me, shutting the door behind him and locking it.
His dark eyes locked onto mine. “Lie back,” he murmured.
A thrill shot through me. He’d just stolen the words out of my mouth. I’d fully planned to get on my knees for him. I had been seconds away from pushing him against his seat, pulling his cock out, and wrapping my lips around it.
But now, it was clear that we were not on the same page. That was okay. I’d just turn the page and join him in the paragraph he was on. He turned and maneuvered the lever on the passenger seat, pushing it forward as far as it could go, giving him more space to move in front of me.
Oh. He really planned on making himself comfortable.
Facing me again, he asked, “Why are you not lying back, Ms. Adams?”
Oh, right.I relaxed against the cushion. He smiled. I smiled back.
“That’s not the position I want you in,” he told me.
It’s not?Placing his hands on my shoulders, he steered my body to the far corner of the car and slowly pushed me back until one shoulder was pressed against the cushion and the other against the back door.
“Hmm,” he hummed. “This still isn’t right.”
It was my turn to smirk. “Never done this before?”
“Never even crossed my mind until I saw you,” he replied while staring around the car.
He could be lying. That could be something he said to all the girls he invited to the back seat of his car. Even so, those words made me a little giddy. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been giddy like this.
“If you tell me what you’re trying to do, I can help,” I told him.
His gaze returned to mine. “I want to eat your pussy, but I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”
Oh.
Okay.
“It’s sweet that you’re trying to make me comfortable. But women are used to being uncomfortable. These heels are not all that comfy. And this dress, though cute, isn’t the comfiest thing I own. We sacrifice comfort for fashion all the time. I think I can sacrifice a little comfort tonight,” I told him.
He shook his head. “You never have to sacrifice anything for me.”
My pulse skipped a beat as he tugged my thighs apart, spreading me wide in the backseat, my dress riding up my ass. His arms wrapped around my thighs, and then he pulled me forward, my body sliding down until my head was resting flat against the car seat.
My body was sprawled across the seat, with one leg over his shoulder and the other on the floor as he knelt between my parted thighs.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable in my life. The question is...” My gaze roamed over him. “Are you comfortable?”
“I’ve never been hungrier in my life,” he replied.
“That’s not what I asked you?”
“I can’t eat with all this noise,” he countered, grinning.
