Page 42 of Mr. Scandalous

“Why would you do that when you could ride in my Ferrari?”

“You keep a car in the city?”

“An indulgence.”

“But a Ferrari?” She blinked.

He shrugged. “A cliche perhaps, but it’s on brand for my image.”

“Let him give you a lift,” Sarah said. “The Ferrari is a sexy beast. Believe me, you’ll get the thrill of your life.”

His sister had no idea just how weighted her words were. At the thought of putting the top down on the Ferrari and watching Eden’s dark hair whipping around her face, her head thrown back to catch the wind, a sigh of ecstasy on her lips, Alec got hard. He had to get them both out of here, pronto.

“Okay,” Eden said. “If you’re sure it’s no trouble.”

“No trouble at all.” His hands were itching to shove up underneath her coat and see what goodies lay beyond.

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Eden sat beside Alec. Her heart revved higher than the Ferrari’s engine. He seemed as restless as she was as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel and stared out at the road.

Surreptitiously, she peeked at him through lowered lashes. He was absolutely gorgeous in his casual basketball clothes. She spied the sexy shadow of whiskers along his jaw, and she ached to run her palm over the bristly surface. Masculine power radiated from him. He was so damned virile. Eden’s wayward mind spun into wicked territory.

“Why are you grinning?” he asked.

“Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Very much.”

With a provocative wink, she moistened her lips and then began unbuttoning her coat.

“What are you doing?” he croaked.

“I’m hot.”

“Yes, you most certainly are.” He almost ran a red light, the yellow switching to crimson just as the Ferrari slipped beneath the traffic signal.

“Keep your eyes on the road.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Eden made nimble work of the buttons. Slowly, she spread her legs, just a few inches. The duster opened, exposing an expanse of her silky black body stocking.

He gasped and she grinned, thrilled that she’d gotten to him.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” His voice was so raspy she could barely hear him. “And that teeny black skirt is driving me insane.”

“Mmm.” She trailed a hand from her breasts to her stomach to her thighs and angled him a sultry look.

“Have mercy, woman!”

“You’re feeling tortured?”

“Unmitigated torture.”

“But you like it, right?”

“I love how you can go from cautious worrywart to bedazzling sexpot in a matter of minutes. This naughty-but-nice thing you have going on is driving me nuts.”

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