Page 43 of Mr. Scandalous

Eden looked down at his lap. The rock-hard erection was proof. “Oh, hold onto your hat. The torture is just starting.”

She unpinned her hair, tossed her head and watched him watch her curls cascade to her shoulders. Moistening her bottom lip with her tongue, she unfastened her seatbelt, raised two fingers to her mouth, damped them, and then tucked her fingers between her legs and under the hem of her skirt.

Alec’s indrawn breath echoed in the car as beads of perspiration formed on his upper lip. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

Yes, she was pleasuring herself. Right there in his car, in the waning daylight, with traffic whizzing by.

Alec braked suddenly, pulled off the road and turned the car around.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I’m not letting you have fun all by yourself.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Make-out Point. “

“Let me guess, your old high-school haunt?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you take a lot of girls there?”

“Just the naughty ones.”

“So,” she said as she thought of a new game, “you’re the captain of the basketball team.”

“Yeah,” he said, catching on quickly. “And you’re new at Glenville High.”

“I am.”

“Are you trying out for the cheerleading squad?” He guided the Ferrari along the tree- lined road.

“I’m not that kind of a girl.” She purred and ran her fingers down his stomach to stroke his erection stretching out his old gray gym shorts. “Imagine how I would shock the fans when I asked them to give me an F and then a U and then a...”

“I see your point.” He stopped at a turnout overlooking the lake.

Eden swiveled in her seat to face him, her heart hammering at an alarming rate. She loved how this game had evolved, unplanned and unscripted.

Secretly, she’d always dreamed of a lover who would play such tantalizing games with her. A man who understood the importance of imagination. Her forbidden fantasies were coming true. She was about to put all the rehearsal she’d had preparing sexy gift baskets to practical use.

Making out with Alec in the front seat of an incredible sports car could only enhance her creativity, and her femininity.

And, because of the slinky cat-suit that covered most of her body, save for the slit cut out at a crucial spot, she didn’t have to worry about unveiling her burn scars tonight.

“Do you promise not to talk about me in the locker room?” she asked, fully in character.

The air was thick with the smell of autumn and if it weren’t for their combined body heat steaming up the car, she might have shivered.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

“I have a ten-o’clock curfew. My dad gets mad if I’m late. I’d hate to get grounded.”

“I’ll get you home on time. Scouts honor.” He slid his seat back as far as it would go and then reached for her, dragging her over the gearshift and into his lap.

“Oh my.” She lowered her lashes.

The steering wheel was flush against the left side of her rib cage, his erection solid steel tucked beneath her bottom.

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