I reach into my nightstand, where I’ve placed all new toys for her. Including the one she needs today. Inching closer, I loom over her frozen figure.
“Put this inside you and let’s go. I don’t want you to be late for your first class.”
Her jaw drops. “You want me to wear avibratorall day?”
“Oh, no. It’s not only avibrator. It’s also a dildo with a G-spot stimulator because…” I slide a finger down her exposed abs to land on her upper thigh, then up toward her pussy. Dropping my voice to a low murmur in her ear, I tell her, “I know you.”
The gasp she expels thickens my dick in my jeans. I dive into her panties and place the toy right where she needs it. Her fingers dig into my forearm as I position it, and we lock gazes.
Damn it! Why does she have to be so fucking stunning? My pulse spikes as I glance at her lips. Parted and waiting for me…
If I could forget, I’d take her to bed with me. Make love to her. Soothe every tiny ache she ever had. Return to the Crest at midnight and tell her we’ll be okay.
But she ruined it.
And I’m the rubble here to cut her until she breaks.
My fingers angrily shove into my pocket. “We should test it.”
She jolts and whimpers when I press the button, turning iton at full speed. “Oh! Aiden!” With a few slaps on my arm, she tries to squirm away from the pressure, but there’s nowhere for her hips to go.
“That will do. Let’s go.”
I never think about traveling to campus, but today, my Porsche feels too small. It’s my favorite car—sleek red paint, rich black interior, precision engineering down to the purr of the idle. My sanctuary on the country roads. My one indulgence on autumn afternoons is driving to class.
Until her.
All Ashlyn has to wear is a fuzzy coat, so short that I can practicallyseeher pussy as she slides into the passenger seat. Tugging at the hem, she crosses her legs like a teasing threat. The scent of her rose and strawberry perfume mixes with gasoline and warm leather, and suddenly, my chest feels too tight.
“Don’t—” I start as she leans forward and adjusts the vent with a fingertip.
“What? It’s blowing up my skirt.”
“Exactly how it’s supposed to.”
She rolls her eyes, then sniffs into a tissue. Casually, she drops it on the floor mat, and I clench my jaw.
Reaching for it, I toss it into my bag in the back. “Not inmycar.” My voice is harsher than intended, and her lips part in mock offense.
“God forbid I ruin your sacred temple of horsepower.”
“Respect the machine.” I warn her with my eyes.
But it doesn’t feel likemineanymore.
Every curve of the road, every vibration of the engine is interrupted by her now. Her mere presence. And stray golden strands falling onto the seat.
Even turning up the thick bass of my racing music and focusing on the road is no use. She shifts, knees angled toward me, and I want to place my hand between her thighs. My fingers thread through my hair to keep from giving in to thetemptation. But her skin looks silky smooth. Creamy… I want to come all over her.
By the time I swerve into my parking spot, I’m half-hard and half-furious. I jump out, slam the door, and take a long breath before opening hers while slyly adjusting myself.
She stands, short coat flaring in the chilled breeze, eyes dropping to my zipper knowingly.
“One last thing, baby girl. Today? You’re not to makeone fucking sound. Not until I say you can. No words. No back talk. You want to disappear on me so bad? Nottellme where you were? Then you don’t get to speak.”
Her mouth forms an ‘O’, and I interrupt before she can argue. “Or what? Or I’llbuyyour dad’s casino, graball the shares, and then burn it to the ground. Move your little ass.”
Countenance frozen. Eyes scanning my face with fear. It’s exactly the threat I needed to make. She knows I have the money to do it. And if she pisses me off enough, that’s exactly what will happen.