“What are you…?” I wrap the bowtie around them, securing it with a tight knot. “Noah! You’re only allowed to tie me up if you win.”
“It’s just your hands,soffione.”
“I’m calling a flag on the play.” She pouts, lifting her bonded wrists. “Holding.”
“The penalty has been declined.” I wink, slamming the door, and her protests are muffled as I round the truck.
“This isn’t fair!” she insists as I get back in the driver’s side. “How can I touch your dick with my hands tied?”
“Was that next on your itinerary of torture?” I ask, buckling myself back in.
“Honey, shouldn’t you know better than anyone?” she says, the pet name makingmesquirm. “A quarterback doesn’t share their playbook.”
“If you’re trying to get my dick hard with sports analogies,” I say, pulling back onto the road, “it’s working.”
“Good, because I’m still on offense,” she says smugly, and I shake my head.Adorable.
A symphony of sweet moans fills the cab, and every hair on my body stands.
“What are you doing?” I ask, readjusting my grip on the steering wheel.
“Ohh yes,” she whines. “Yeah, baby. Fuck me harder!”
I pull her panties out of my pocket, reach over, and shove them in her mouth mid-squeal.
“There, that’s better,” I say, grin wide across my face as she shrieks through the fabric.
She spits them out. “Noah Gabriel Caruso! You are going to be in so much trouble when we get home.”
“Didn’t you say I’m not supposed to enjoy when you punish me? Because given your state of undress, I think I’ll enjoy it very much.”
“We’ll see about that,” she sasses, and I reach out, turning on the seat warmer so she won’t get cold. “What are you doing?”
“Heating up my dinner.”
She snorts. “You did not just say that!”
“If you don’t stop talking, I’ll shove the panties in your mouth again.”
“Maybe I liked it.”
I side-eye her. “I don’t appreciate the reverse psychology.”
Releasing a deep breath, I give myself a pep talk and remind myself of those rules I used to hate so much. Surely I can stick to them for another—I glance at the clock—sixty-two minutes.
One: don’t touch Charlotte.
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel.
Two: don’t think about Charlotte.
Well, that won’t be possible. She’s naked and desperate with desire on my passenger seat.
Three: don’t text Charlotte.
Not relevant.
Four: don’t kiss Charlotte.