Page 16 of Wanted

Cale laughed. “That so? You needing attention? Thought we’d done pretty well already. With more to come.” His extra emphasis on the wordcomewasn’t lost on Marcia.

“You don’t have to talk about me,” she began, but Cale lifted a hand and cut her off.

“I’d love to talk about you. Actually, I’d rather talk you through instead.”

She’d already set aside her pad. She’d written all of three probably incoherent notes.

She wet her lips. “What do you mean?”

“Take off your panties.”

“Am I wearing panties?” She slipped her hands under her dress to check. “Looks like I am.”

“Off.”

She did as he asked and tossed the panties in the front seat, laughing as Tony snatched them out of midair. Her laughter stopped when he brought them to his face and took a deep breath. Heat flashed over her skin as he passed them to Cale, who did the same thing. He wound her panties around his wrist then jerked at his zipper. His long hiss of breath made her whimper.

What the hell was he doing? One-handed no less, since his other hand remained on the wheel and his gaze stayed steady on the road. Traffic was light this time of night in this part of the city but his attention didn’t waver.

“Shit,” she whispered, glimpsing purple lace wrapped around his shaft. Her thighs dampened even more. “You’re going to jerk off with my panties?”

“No, we’re going to jerk each other off.”

“How?”

“Talk to me. Make yourself come and let me listen.”

“What about Tony?”

“This is your show,” her lover said, his voice languid. “I’m feeling pretty good right now.”

“But—”

“Don’t worry about him. He’s good. You and me, however,” Cale’s eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, “need some relief, don’t we, Blondie?”

“Yes,” she whispered, waiting for further direction.

“Open up, let me see you.”

She knew he couldn’t see much, just as she couldn’t. Passing streetlights only offered so much illumination. Didn’t matter, it was all just part of the seduction. She spread her thighs, jerking up when she felt the skim of Tony’s fingers on her calf.

He still faced forward but he’d reached around the seat to caress her, to be part of this in some small way. She reached down to squeeze his fingers before she returned her hand to her mound.

“Want to touch, don’t you?”

“Yes.” It seemed the only word she could verbalize.

“Go ahead. But tell me how it feels.”

“In detail,” Tony added with a low chuckle.

She slipped two fingers inside, already needing more stimulation than one. Her clit budded eagerly though her own touch seemed a paltry substitute for her guys’ cocks or wicked fingers.

“She’s not talking,” Cale said to Tony, adding atsk tsk.

“Marsh, baby, tell us.”

Tony’s sexy command prompted her to speak. “Still wet. More wet,” she corrected, slickening her digits in her arousal. “My clit’s so hard,” she whispered, circling the pearl of nerves. “It feels like a juicy cherry. Except smaller and—”

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