“Put the bags in the trunk.”
She stood tall and slid the scarf from around her throat. “I need
you to do something for me.”
“I liked the scarf where it
was. Might want to use it on you later.” He slammed the trunk lid.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head. What are you thinking?”
“Wrists.” Curt, brusque and
to the point. “Now.”
Eric stared at her for a
moment, his mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. His
gaze darted around, but he offered his hands.
“Good boy.” Her hunch had
paid off. His inner submissive wanted to play, and had won out
against his alpha needs. She wrapped the silk around his wrists.
“You please me.”
“Janine, what are you doing?
I wanted to do this to you, not me.” His voice dropped to a whisper.
“I please you? Does that mean you think I’m sexy?”
She threaded her arms around
his neck, rubbing her groin over his bound hands. “I,” she said
between kisses, “am in control of what we do.” She feasted on his
lips, licking his bottom lip and swiping her tongue over his teeth.
The tastes of mint and cola exploded on her tongue. She ground
against him, pleasuring herself against his thick fingers. “And I
want to do you right here, right now, sexy man.”
Eric moaned and she backed
away. Confusion burned in his eyes and colour filled his cheeks.
Instead of giving him the lead, she reached forward and unzipped
him. Red dusted his face and the tops of his ears.
“You’re not worried someone
will see us?” he asked in a hushed tone.
“I’m not.” She
pushed his jeans aside enough to stroke his cock
through his boxer briefs. “They can’t see behind the
car and, if you keep quiet, we won’t draw