Page 90 of The Way We Are

For the past week, Savannah used the smart, career-oriented points of persuasion. This is the first time she’s brought out the sex pot approach.

Savannah’s teeth graze her bottom lip before she murmurs, “What’s not going to work? I’m just sitting here, staring at my boyfriend, daydreaming about howsexyhe’d look in a uniform.”

I grip the steering wheel with one hand before using the other to roll down my window. It's fucking hot in here, and it has nothing to do with the blistering mid-morning sun pelting down on us and everything to do with the sexy ass moan Savannah released at the end of her lust-riddled statement.

“Savannah...” I growl in warning when she unlatches her seatbelt and slides across the cracked vinyl to nibble on my ear. “Put your seatbelt back on.”

Her hot breath fans my ear when she asks, “Why? Are you going toarrest meif I don’t?”

My dick stiffens to the point it's painful from her seductive purr rumbling in my ear. It's throaty and breathless—an exact replica of the one she uses in the middle of ecstasy.

“Please,Officer Carter,don’t arrest me. I promise I’ll be good... Unless you want me to be bad?”

I groan. It's a painful groan. I’m so hard, I’m considering punching myself in the dick just to ease the throb digging into my zipper.

“You don’t play fair,” I grunt when Savannah slides her hand down to grip the rock-hard lump in my crotch.

Her tongue darts out to lick the shell of my ear before she replies, “No, I don’t. But you can. All you have to do is say yes.” My clutch on the steering wheel turns deadly when she unzips my jeans to grip my stiff shaft in her smooth, soft hand. “Do you want to say yes, Ryan?”

Any reply I’m planning to give lodges in the back of my throat when she glides her thumb over my engorged knob to gather a bead of precum pooling at the top. I nearly careen into oncoming traffic when she raises her thumb to her mouth to lick off the sticky drop of excitement.

“Mmm,” she purrs in a long throaty moan I’ve never heard before.

My eyes dart between the cars surrounding us when her head narrows in on my crotch. The metal painfully pinching my shaft is a forgotten memory when her breath flutters the crest of my dick. “Say yes, Ryan.”

“What am I saying yes to?” My voice is so deep, I scan the cabin of my truck, certain a fifty-year-old man snuck into the cab when I was distracted by Savannah’s wicked tongue.

“Everything,” Savannah replies, inching even closer to an area dying for her attention.

I swallow several times in a row. “Everything?”

“Everything.” I could come just from her husky reply.

The desire to throw back my head and close my eyes is overwhelming when her lips hover millimeters from my dick. She's so close, the heat of her breath leaves tiny balls of condensation in its wake. You’d think with how many times she has sucked my dick the past week, I wouldn’t be so turned on, but that isn’t the case. I don’t care if she has sucked my dick ten times or ten thousand, I’ll treasure every time as if it is the first.

My balls clench closer to my body when Savannah whispers, “One word, Ryan. I only need to hear one word.”

With all the blood in my body rushing to my lower extremities, the word “yes” falls from my mouth before I can stop it.

“Yes?” Savannah double-checks.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” My patience is wearing as thin as my zipper from my dick bulging against it.

When I steer her head back, her giggles vibrate my knob. Any worries about her laughing while homing in on my male anatomy fly out the window when her velvety tongue follows the path her thumb trekked mere seconds ago.

Even knowing I just fell for the oldest trick in the book doesn’t weaken my excitement in the slightest. The girl of my dreams has my dick in her mouth. I would have sided with the devil if he guaranteed the same outcome.

36

Ryan

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t oweanyoneanything, much lesshim.”

Savannah’s worried eyes drift from Axel leaning on the front quarter panel of his car to me. When he first demanded to speak with Savannah after handing him the two hundred thousand dollars we negotiated last week, I denied his request. It was only when it dawned on me that the right to deny him didn’t belong to me. It's Savannah’s choice whom she speaks to—not mine.

“Did he say why he wants to talk to me?” Savannah asks, returning her hopeful eyes to me.

I dust away a strand of hair stuck to her temple before shaking my head. “I can come with you. If you want me to.” I hate the panic in her tone.

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