Page 28 of Under His Touch

“Maybe girl-next-door types aren’t impressed by your wealth.” Is it weird and awful that I’m happy he didn’t go home with her tonight? Yes, yes it is, Megan. You need to get him m

arried. Not just for your business but for Amanda’s, too.

He moves closer, and his thigh touches mine. The air around us instantly charges. I suck in a fast breath, sexual tension arcing between us. “Yeah, maybe,” he says, his voice dropping an octave.

“We’ll keep trying.” Dammit, I hate how raspy my voice sounds. “There has to be a nice girl out there who will be happy with the lifestyle you’re willing to offer.”

“Maybe I need to switch tactics, figure out how to impress a nice girl.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

“Are you willing to give me a hand?” he asks, his voice low and husky, and so goddamn sexy my nipples harden, and I grow damp between my legs. How can this man turn me on with a simple question? That in itself is a huge problem, and if I knew what was good for me, I’d knock on the glass and ask Phillip to pull over so I can run far away from this man, and this spell he seems to have over me.

I open my mouth, about to end this, but instead find myself asking, “What do you have in mind?”

Good Lord, girl.

He reaches into a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of my favorite white wine. He opens it and hands me a glass. I take a sip and moan. “Mmm, delicious.”

“Impressed?”

“I’m impressed that you knew my favorite kind of wine. I’ve always liked dry white, but my favorite brand has changed over the years, so how did you know?”

“I asked Amanda when I called her shop to put an order in.”

“Ah, I’ll have to talk to her about telling my secrets. What else did she divulge?”

“Nothing, and I’d rather find out your secrets myself. A nice girl would like that, right?”

“She probably would, and thank you for supporting Amanda’s business. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re a good friend. We should all be so lucky.”

I’m about to ask him about his friends when another thought hits. “Wait, why do you have my favorite wine in the car. Were you planning this?”

Instead of answering, he presses a button and the moonroof opens. A cool night breeze brushes over us, but my body is so hot, it’s refreshing. I glance out to take in the mosaic of stars shining in the velvet sky.

“Wow, so pretty.”

“Want to be really impressed?” he asks, and takes my wine from me.

“Sure.”

“Stand up,” he says, and shifts to the seat across from me. I stand, and poke my head through the opening in the roof as his hands go to my waist to balance me. Wind rushes through my hair, but fortunately we’re going slow enough that it doesn’t steal my breath. I glance around, take in the traffic and all the bright lights of the bustling city. I’m about to duck back inside when Alec’s hand dips beneath my skirt, and slides upward, dragging the fabric with it.

Oh, my God.

As he exposes the lower half of my body, I flatten my hands on the roof of the vehicle and can’t believe that I’m shifting my stance, giving him access to the spot that has been craving his touch since we parted last Saturday. Okay, that’s a lie. I’ve been craving his touch since our night in St. Moritz. Still, this is wrong. He had a date with another woman tonight. A date I set up.

His hand slides a little higher and a moan catches in my throat. Okay, maybe I’ll just let him touch me for a second, give me one glorious orgasm, because goddammit, I’m fighting a losing battle here. He rubs my clit through my lacy underwear, the panties he bought me last week. If I didn’t know better—and I’m not entirely sure I do—I’d think I wore the thin lace on purpose, in case something exactly like this might happen tonight.

He tugs the panties to the side, and cool air washes over my pussy, but the second his mouth closes over me, my temperature skyrockets. “Oh, yes,” I cry out, as he licks me from top to bottom, circling my clit in that little way that makes me insane.

He dips one thick finger inside me, and rubs the bundle of nerves that takes me higher and higher. He pulls his finger out and slides two back in, filling me so nicely. “Please,” I murmur, even though I’m sure he can’t hear me, but then he changes the pace and depth, touching me places so deep, I can barely fill my lungs.

From the sidewalk, a group of teens raise their fists and pump air as they cheer me on, like they’re privy to what’s going on down below, and for some reason, I’m not even embarrassed. This man, the lust he arouses in me is melting all my reserve, not to mention my brain cells. Seriously, though, I can’t for one minute believe I’m in a limo, driving through New York, as Alec finger fucks me from the backseat. Does it get any better—any dirtier—than this? Jeez, maybe deep down, this girl next door is a little more adventurous and a whole lot more naughty than she ever knew.

In a fast move, he rips the material from my hips, and I can’t believe how much I like his impatience. The soft blade of his tongue swipes over my clit, a hot stimulation that curls my toes and my fingers.

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