Page 89 of Game Changer

My breath catches as his fingers inch higher.

“Show me what’s under here,” he rasps.

“I got them for you.”

I lift the edge of my skirt to reveal the thong I bought with the LA team’s logo.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” His voice is strangled. “I told you there’d be consequences if you showed up wearing someone else’s number again.”

“There’s no number on these,” I say helpfully.

Clay buzzes up the panel between the seats.

“This drive just got longer.”

The hairs on my neck lift as he wraps an arm around me and drags me over him, his front to my back.

Then he rips my underwear off and buzzes the window down, tossing them outside before I can protest.

“That was unnecessary,” I say.

“It was entirely necessary,” he murmurs against my neck.

He’s like granite under me, the ridges of his stomach through his shirt and my dress. But it’s his fingers playing with the soft skin at the inside of my thigh that make me pant.

Clay slides his hand between my legs, making a sound of approval.

“You’re wet.”

My head falls back against his shoulder.

He’s so big and hard I can’t even think of where I am, much less that there’s a chauffeur in the front seat. I grind my ass against him, seeking relief, and he presses his mouth to the side of my neck, his stubble grazing my skin with a scrape of sensation.

“You’ve been wanting this all day, haven’t you?”

“Mmm.”

“Tell me who this is for.”

He swipes a finger through my wetness, and I bite my lip to stop the groan.

“The limo,” I whisper. “I get hot for a car with an L-couch for a back seat.”

“The limo,” he repeats. “You like the idea of being pushed into these leather seats. You want that sweet body teased until you make a sticky mess.”

“Yes,” I say, my head spinning.

“How about this finger?” He hooks a digit inside me with a soft stroke.

I gasp at the feel of him filling me. “I love that finger.”

“That’s my girl.”

The limo drives a few more blocks, and Clay’s breathing speeds up as he fingers me, my hand in his lap, coaxing him through his pants.

He’s so hard.

He’s going to fuck me.

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