Page 78 of When Glitter Meets Gold

“I know what it is.” He smirks. “I mean, talk me through how I’m going to get you off with this right now?”

I don’t even have time to feel mortified because he’salready distracting me with his hand which grazes my knee, then slowly slides up my thigh.

“Now? As in, here?” I gulp. “No way.” My head snaps to the privacy screen. To Burke.

“He can’t see us. Or hear us,” Jack says with amusement, his fingers going beneath the hem of the dress. “I was going to put you on my lap and stroke you until you come, but you came with a better idea.”

“But what about…” My eyes flash out the window, to the traffic and pedestrians.

“Can’t see us either, tinted glass,” he says gripping my thigh and uncrossing my legs with one firm swipe. “How does this thing work?” He eyes the rose, brushing the silicone edges with his thumb.

Tinted glass or not, there’s no way I’m letting Jack use a sex toy on me in the back of his car, right before I head into work.

The rose begins to vibrate as Jack finds the switch. “Oh, that’s how.”

He is the portrait of calm and collected as he removes his hand from my thigh, then lightly grips my chin with his fingers to draw me into a kiss.

“You don’t bring a vibrator into my car and expect me not to use it on you,” he whispers into my mouth. Then he hits another button, and my seat begins to recline.

“Oh my god, you’re nuts,” I say, grinning as I lie back in the most comfortable seat my butt has ever experienced.

Then, I feel the rose vibrate against my inner thigh. My eyes pop as I look down to see Jack grazing it over my flesh, working it higher and higher until it reaches the apex of my thigh.

“Jack…” I gasp as I feel tingling already begin to grow deep in my lower belly. “We’re almost there, you can’t just…”

He dips the rose beneath my dress, pressing it against my panties.

“Holy…” I breathe, as my head thrusts back against the seat as he massages up and down my pussy.

“You’re right, we’re almost there…” he says in a low voice. “So, before you go, I have something to ask you while I watch you come for me.”

“What…” I gasp, clutching onto the handle beside me.

“You don’t want to date, that’s fine,” he says nonchalantly. “But I’d be honored if you’d accompany me to an event…” He presses the rose over my clit, and even though material prevents it from touching my bare skin, the friction could send me over the edge any second. “As mycolleague,” he says with a touch of humor.

“Where?” I breathe, not really listening since I’m five seconds from forgetting my own name.

His casual tone continues while my nails bite into his leather seats. “It’s just, there’s this ball in a couple weeks. Hemmingvale…” he says thoughtfully while paying my pussy every bit of sensual attention. My eyes widen and I attempt to sit up, but Jack uses his large hand to keep me on my back. “Have you heard of it?”

“Heard of it?!” I shriek. The The Hemmingvale Annual Charity Ball isn’t just a ball. It’stheball. “Yes,” I cry. “Yes, I’ve fucking heard of it…” More gasping.

“I remember you said you used to like partying.” He presses the rose into my clit with more pressure and I can’t help but squeal a little as my back arches out of the seat. “Well, there’s no party like this one.” I can hear the smirk in his voice.

If I possessed the ability to form sentences at this moment, I’d tell him I know all about Hemmingvale. Or as much as a regular person can know about an event so exclusiveit requires nothing short of sorcery to get onto the guestlist. I can’t tell him any of that however, because the vibrations are too much, and there’s a deep ache swelling inside of me that has me moaning and begging for release.

“So, you’ll come with me?” Jack says from the seat next to me, looking down at me while I writhe around on my seat.

“Only…if…” I whisper, closing my eyes. “You touch me. I don’t want the stupid toy. I want you.”

I hear low chuckling, and then he’s sliding my panties to the side, his thick fingers finding my wet pussy that’s aching for his contact. “You’re so ready for me, baby,” he groans as he slides his middle and ring finger inside me in one deep push, sinking in and out while the heel of his palm presses down hard on my clit.

“Oh my god, yes,” I moan, biting my lower lip. “Yes, I’ll go with you.” My head thrusts back against the reclined seat as my feet come onto the footrest, my legs parting, my dress sliding up to my hips as everything begins to tingle.

“Good,” he says, voice low and gravel like. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you right in this spot, do you know how perfect you look right now?”

And that’s enough to make me come apart.

My legs tremble as Jack works his fingers deep inside me and I allow my inner walls to clench around him. When I feel a cry rise up my throat, I slap my hands over my mouth just in time to stifle my moans before heat floods my body and I’m riding out another incredible orgasm.

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