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I reach out and set my palm flat against the zipper of his jeans, running it down the length of his bulge.

“So, what exactly are we celebrating tonight?” I ask.

His eyes drop to my hand for a beat. Excitement swirls in me when he doesn’t ask me to remove it.

“We have a lot to celebrate,” he plays along.

Being bold like this doesn’t come naturally, but he brings it out of me.

“Where to start?” I sass.

“You seem to have already made up your mind.”

“Your menu sounds delicious, but there’s something else I’d love to have in my mouth tonight.”

He does a double take, shock written all over his gorgeous face.

“Is that so?”

“Yup,” I pop the P.

“What exactly?”

“You know…”

“Don’t be vague. Ask for what you want point-blank, little girl.”

I’m a ball of nerves and anticipation.

The good girl in me cautions I’m walking a tightrope, but the bad girl tells me to ignore the sensible Jules.

I unbutton and unzip his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

I steady my breathing, but my voice wavers. “You told me not to be vague. I want to start the celebration early,” I set him straight.

I slide my hand inside his jeans. He doesn’t demand I stop.

His cock swells and thickens beneath my slow-moving grasp.

He wipes a hand over his mouth, as if considering his options.

Fuck, this is so hot.

I’m so wet, I’m sure I’ll leave a stain on his seat.

He glances in my direction for the briefest of moments, and it’s long enough for my heart to jackhammer against my chest.

“Fuck, I love when you’re a bad girl,” he growls.

So do I.

His eyes devour me, amplifying my desire by a thousand fold.

I keep rubbing his erection through his dark navy blue boxer briefs.

“You want this cock inside your pretty little mouth?”

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