Page 81 of My Mafia Queen

“You have that look on your face,” I say.

Yeah…

She’s started to flash that look lately.

The look she has when she’s waiting for me to bring up sex.

The expression she gives me when she’s curious of me.

“What look?” she tosses at me in a playful mood.

Laughing, I glance at her.

“How late are we?” she asks, inching closer.

“Why are you asking? What exactly do you have in mind?”

Our eyes connect.

Pressing her lips together, she squashes a playful grin.

I knew she had‘that’look.

“We’ll be there in like, what? Twenty minutes or so?” she murmurs.

“Maybe less,” I comment.

She brings her hand to my chest and slowly moves it down. I take my foot off the gas, tense.

“You’re not teasing me, are you?” I say.

She flicks her hair over her shoulder, and my eyebrows go up.

“No way,” I murmur.

The cars behind us slow down when her hand goes to my fly. She runs it down, getting a good feel of how hard I am, while I pull back into my seat and try to relax.

Easier said than done when she unfastens my belt.

“You like living dangerously,” I say, glancing at her.

Her eyes glisten with lustful need.

“You haven’t done that,” I say.

“No, but I want to give it a try.”

“Perfect timing. And it’s a great place to do it,” I murmur seriously while she gives me a smile. “You saw that in a movie or something?” I ask.

I’m curious where she’s gotten the idea.

“No?” I say, looking at her again.

Smiling, she clicks her tongue and runs my zipper down before I reach inside and take my hard cock out. Her eyes twinkle as my hard-on twitches, pointing to my abs.

“You’re going to smear your lipstick,” I say.

“I have more here.”

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