Page 10 of His Red Carnation

I could feel his irritation as I glanced at him when he got in. “No need to be an asshole just because you saw my ass,” I said, keeping my voice casual, though my heart raced, daring him to react.

He buckled his seatbelt and gave me a sidelong glance as he started the engine. “You don’t need to keep reminding me that I saw your ass.”

Backing up, he placed his hand on the back of my seat as he checked the rearview.

“What, you want to forget?” I snapped, irritation bubbling up.

I was starting to regret being so forward with Callan. He wasn’t giving in. What was I going to have to do to push him over the edge?

He stayed quiet for a moment. We stopped at a red light and he glanced over at me.

“Sloane, you have no idea how gorgeous you are. Why would you want to bother with an old guy like me?”

His words hit me hard, sinking my heart to the floor. I stared at his full lips, unable to stop imagining how they’d feel against mine.

“You obviously have no idea how hot you are, Callan,” I shot back, my pulse quickening. He seemed taken aback by my response.

A honk from behind jolted us—the light had turned green. Callan focused back on the road, and we drove in silence to the dessert place a few minutes away. After parking in a garage a few blocks from our destination, he cut the engine.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I looked at him with a nervous smile. “So…should we make out now?”

He glanced at me, his expression tight, the lines on his forehead betraying his inner conflict.

“Are you a virgin, Sloane?” His eyes were hard, though his dilated pupils told a different story.

My breath quickened. “Why does that matter?” I asked softly.

He licked his lips, never breaking eye contact.

“It matters because if you are, it’d make me even more of a creep for wanting to fuck you.”

I narrowed my gaze. “Virginity is a social construct, Callan. An outdated, misogynistic one at that. It shouldn’t be the deciding factor on whether or not it’s ‘creepy’ for you to want to fuck me.”

His lips curved into a surprised smile. “You’re so fucking feisty, Sloane.”

I bit my lip, sensing his guard lowering. In one quick movement, I swung my leg over into the driver’s seat, straddling him effortlessly, my hands landing on his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands instantly grabbing my ass, squeezing tightly.

My hips instinctively started moving, grinding against him. I couldn’t control it, my body responding on its own. His eyes locked on mine, darting between my lips and eyes as the heat between us grew. I felt his erection pressing against my drenched panties.

“I can’t do this, Sloane,” he whispered, his grip on me never loosening.

I ignored him, crashing my lips against his, moaning as his soft mouth urgently claimed mine. His hands slid under my dress, guiding my hips to move along his hard cock. I moaned again, the sensation overwhelming, feeling like I could come just from dry humping him.

Suddenly, he pulled his lips from mine. “Wait, wait—” He stilled me, and I let out a whine of frustration.

“Backseat,” he murmured.

Oh my God, is this really happening?I scrambled off him and climbed into the spacious backseat, kneeling as I waited for him to join me. He practically jumped in beside me, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. I straddled him again, helping him shrug off the fabric, revealing even more glorious tattoos before he swiftly lifted my dress and tossed it aside.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes roaming over my body.

“Show me that muscle of yours now,” I breathed, my fingers already finding his zipper.

Without hesitation, he lifted his hips, shoving his pants down to his knees. My breath caught when he pulled down his boxer briefs, revealing his thick, massive cock. I dropped to the floor of the SUV, wrapping my hands around him without a second thought.

“Take it, Sloane. Take it all in your mouth,” he commanded, gathering my hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand.

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