Page 134 of By His Play

“Oh my?—”

He grasps my chin and drags me over the center console to kiss him.

I groan when his tongue drags against mine, allowing me to taste myself on him.

He sucked his fingers clean…

Desire pools between my thighs again as I imagine how he looked doing it.

“Wait,” I cry into his kiss as reality hits. “You should be driving.”

He chuckles with his lips still against mine.

“We parked a while ago, baby,” he says softly.

“We’d better be somewhere quiet.”

Pulling back, he drags his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Trust me,” he whispers. “Now get dressed. We’ve got places to be.”

“Can I?—”

“No,” he barks before I even get the words out about removing the blindfold.

I’m still pulling my leggings up when he opens his door, letting a rush of air flow in.

“Kieran,” I hiss, but I doubt he hears me because a beat later, the door slams.

“Come on, beautiful,” he says before taking my hand and pulling me from the car.

The trees rustle with the strength of the wind as the cold rain hits my face.

Unable to do anything but follow along, I put my head down and let him guide me, silently praying that no one can see me.

“Trust me.”

Swallowing down my apprehension, I allow him to lead me

The sound of the rain cuts off, letting me know that we’ve entered a building, as does the scent of air freshener. It doesn’t help me with where we are, but it does significantly increase the chances of someone seeing me.

“Kieran,” I whisper-hiss.

“Not much farther,” he assures me, his hand flexing on the small of my back.

We keep moving before he brings me to a stop. There’s a whoosh and then we’re moving.

We’re in an elevator.

Blood rushes past my ears, my stomach a riot of nerves as I try to figure it out.

In only a minute or two, there is a ding, the doors open, and he guides me out.

My feet sink into a luxurious carpet, leading me to think we’re in a hotel.

Why, though? We just left a perfectly good house.

“Stop a moment,” he says before the familiar sound of a door opening hits my ears.

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