Page 109 of Playbook
Before I can question her, she slides off my lap to the seat next to me.
There’s a spark in her eyes as she goes for the button on my pants.
“I think I like where this is going,” I say, voice rough with need for her.
God, the way she smiles at me while getting my pants undone and pulling my dick out is like she’s unwrapping a present.
“I think you lied about the sock.”
“The what?” My mind can’t make sense of much right now, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t follow that sentence even if she wasn’t wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock.
“You told me in one of your letters that you had a sock in your underwear for the model campaign.” She wraps her lips around the head and takes me into her mouth.
My head falls back against the headrest as she glides so slowly down until I’m hitting the back of her throat. She moves off just as slowly, releasing me with a pop.
There’s a satisfied smirk on her face when she looks up at me. “You don’t need any help in that department.”
“Better look a little closer just to be sure.” I guide her head back down over me while she giggles, teeth lightly scraping me. I’m so turned on. So close. So totally and completely gone. Everything she does is sexy as fuck.
“Damn, London. That’s so good. I don’t want you to stop.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” she says, around my mouthful.
With a tortured groan, I pull her back onto my lap. “I made you a promise, and I’m dangerously close to not being able to fulfill it.”
Kissing her, I pull her hair to one side so I can trail my lips down over the slender column of her neck.
“So sexy,” I whisper, nipping at the skin. “So beautiful.”
She grinds over me, making my dick twitch.
“Slide those panties off, sweetheart.”
While she does, I grab a condom from my wallet and cover myself. I take the balled-up panties in her hand and shove them in my pocket, then guide her back down on my lap. The head of my cock slides against her sensitive skin and she lets out a little moan, head dropping to my shoulder.
I take her chin with my thumb and pointer finger, bringing her mouth to mine and kissing her hard and deep. The same way I plan to fuck her.
When I can’t wait any longer, I gently lift her, guiding her back down on me slowly. With my hands on either side of her waist, I move her upand down.
“I love it when you do that,” she says. Her hands press against the window behind me while I drive into her.
“Oh god.” She slaps the window, and I increase the pace.
“Brogan.” The way she says my name, frantic and loud like she doesn’t give a shit who hears her, makes a heady possessiveness take hold of me. Mine. It’s all I can think. This girl is mine and I want everyone to know it.
She comes still screaming my name and banging the window. She finally pushes against me, bouncing in my lap like she can’t help herself. I grab her by the sash and bring her mouth to mine as my orgasm splinters through me.
Mine. “Fucking mine.”
We come down from the high of our post-orgasm bliss slowly. I run my hand down the back of her head, keeping her against my chest where I can feel her heart beating.
I glance back at the window behind me and chuckle. Her handprints are all over it.
She glances up to see why I’m laughing and gives me a rueful smile. “Now everyone knows you’re a taken man.”
“I don’t care who else knows as long as you do.” My heart does a funny leap thing in my chest. “I’m yours, sweetheart. In case that wasn’t obvious, I’m telling you outright. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
“Good. Because I was so jealous at the thought of you hooking up with those women inside that I think my blood pressure is still too high.”
