Page 45 of Little Devil

Unknown: I want you bent over the hood of my car with your skirt flipped up over your ass.

My mouth parts and I dip my head, unable to stop the stupid smile spreading across my face. A minute passes and I consider ignoring him, but then I find myself saving his number and texting him back.

Jordyn: When?

Xander: I’ll pick you up at four.

Xander: Ditch the thong, too.

I look up at that, chewing my lip when I catch him staring at me from the other side of the room. I shake my head no and he smirks to himself, discreetly looking between me and his phone while he types away on it.

Xander: I dare you.

Of course he does.

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Xander

“Where are you taking me?” she asks, still clinging to the door handle like her life depends on it, but at least she doesn’t look as pissed at me this time.

“I don’t know yet.”

Her brows dip but she keeps her mouth shut, using her free hand to sip the iced coffee I gave her when I picked her up just now. At first I thought she’d tell me she doesn’t drink that shit, but she took it with a smile and downed more than half of it before I hit the highway.

“You like that?”

She nods and sucks the life out of it until there’s nothing left but ice, making me laugh. I keep driving without a destination in mind and she sits in comfortable silence for a while, leaning her head back on the seat to watch the scenery pass us by. After another twenty minutes, I choose a random exit and get off, smirking to myself when I spot the dead end sign up ahead. I make the turn and slow to a stop at the end of the road, dipping my head to get a look at the highway bridge above the small lake in front of us.

“Where are we?”

“Does it matter?” I tease, leaning over the inner console to run my finger over her bare thigh.

“It’s pretty.”

“You’re pretty,” I tell her, grinning when she turns her head to look at me.

She’s still wearing her uniform, her buttons done up all the way to the top with her hair falling over her shoulders in perfect waves. I slide my hand up a little higher and she shivers, snatching my wrist to stop me while she looks around to check no one can see.

“It’s just us, princess,” I say quietly, taking her hand in mine to link our fingers together.

I kiss each of her knuckles and she chews her bottom lip, reaching down between us to unclip her seatbelt. She leans over to tease my mouth with hers and I move my hand down to her ass, groaning quietly when I realize she’s taken her thong off like I told her to.

“So fucking bad for me,” I whisper, gently dragging my short nails over her soft flesh.

A sexy little whimper escapes her throat and she pushes my chest, climbing over to straddle my thighs on the drivers seat. I squeeze her tiny waist and she runs her fingers through my hair, pulling my head back to take my mouth with a desperate kiss that drives me crazy. I bite her lips and she grinds on my lap, jumping when she accidentally hits the horn with her ass. I chuckle and wrap one arm around her back, blindly reaching for the door handle to carry her out. I walk around to the front of the car and lie her down on the hood, leaning over her to loosen the knot in her tie. I pull it off and pop the buttons on her shirt, kissing her throat while I push it down over her shoulders. She wiggles her way out of it and tosses it to the side, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull my body down to hers. Her mouth attacks mine and I let her own me for a while, fucking loving the way she drops her little good girl act for me and only me, but then she rubs her pussy against my zipper and I run out of patience. I pull back and flip her over to push her down on her stomach, pulling her waist down a little bit until her heels touch the gravel beneath us.

“Jesus, you were serious?”

“I’m not a liar, princess,” I inform her, running both hands over the backs of her thighs to push her skirt up over her ass. “Spread your legs out for me.”

She does and I slide my finger over her clit, damn near losing my mind when I realize how wet she is already. I take my dick out and move my eyes over her body, pulling the folded piece of paper from my pocket to give it to her.

“What’s this?”

“Read it.”

She frowns but does as she’s told, leaning up on her elbows to get a look at the test results I got back from the doctor yesterday afternoon. Her frown deepens and she turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, clearly unsure what to make of me.

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