Page 46 of Mr. Scandalous

“Okay.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes.

“I need to move,” she whispered. “I’m getting a cramp in my leg.”

“All right.”

She slid off him, rolled over the gearshift and collapsed into the passenger seat. She readjusted her clothes while he dealt with the aftermath of their lovemaking.

“If you want,” he said, his eyes soft with a sated gleam. “I can take care of you right now.” He inched a hand toward the hem of her skirt.

“Uh, it’s okay.” Swiftly she crossed her legs, warding off his hand.

It was a little late to get panicky, but when she thought of his fingers skimming her down there, without the pressure of desire distracting him, she feared he would feel her scars.

You have to let him see them sometime.

Not now. Not yet. Not in a sports car beside the lake.

Before she had time to come up with an excuse for why she didn’t want him to finger her to orgasm, a blast from a police car siren and the strobe of red and blue lights had them both jumping.

“Holy crap,” Eden said. “Busted. My old man’s gonna have a fit.”

Alec grinned at her. “Still playing the game?”

Yes. Playing the game gave her back the control that had scattered into fear when he had reached for her most private place.

“Well, well, well,” the burly middle-aged trooper said as he strolled over to the driver’s side of the Ferrari. “If it isn’t Alec Ramsey, up to his old tricks.”

ChapterEleven

Dreamily,Alec gazed out the window of his office at the city below, his mind stuck on Eden. No matter how hard he tried to focus on work, he couldn’t pry his thoughts off Saturday night and the free-for-all in the front seat of his Ferrari.

Or the way he’d let her down again.

Alec cringed. What was the matter with him? No woman had ever pushed him beyond the limits of his control. He hadn’t satisfied her, and he felt like a greedy jerk. Getting his while leaving her hanging. If the trooper hadn’t shown up when he did, Alec would have made certain Eden had an orgasm.

She had readily forgiven him for coming too quickly, but he couldn’t forgive or excuse himself. When he’d dropped her off at Wickedly Wonderful, instead of her home at her insistence, Eden had leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Be prepared for Tuesday night, because I’m going to rock your world.”

As if she hadn’t already.

Alec propped his elbows on his desk and sank his chin into his upturned palms.

It sounded cliched, but honestly he had never met a woman like Eden. He recalled every little thing about her. The velvet of her skin, the rasp of her moans, the gentle curve of her neck, the spark of passion in her eyes, the rich, earthy scent of her arousal. And no woman had ever responded to his touch in quite the same way she did.

Magically, she dissolved at the slightest brush of his hand. Alluringly, she unfurled when his tongue grazed her lips. Temptingly, she surrendered all hesitation when his body joined hers.

Her appetites matched his own, a rarefied trait, indeed. Her life force was a thing of heart-stopping beauty. She was luminescent in her womanly glow and powerful in her sexuality. She made him feel like the sexiest creature on the face of the earth.

And he had gone and spoiled it all by losing self-control.

Dammit!

Alec slammed a fist on his desk. Even though his premature climax was a compliment to her skill and desirability, he couldn’t believe he’d been unable to forgo his own pleasure for her sake.

He was a selfish, greedy jerk and he was appalled at himself. He based his reputation on treating women right. In the pages of his book, and on his social media platforms he extolled the virtues of extended foreplay and making sure your partner was sated before taking your own release.

He’d never had a problem like this. He was ashamed of himself and determined to rectify things. Tomorrow night would be all about her. Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her. He would be her sex slave and she his queen. No arguments allowed.

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