Page 58 of Masked Hearts

“And now we have a thirty-minute car drive home.” I cast my gaze on her.

She reaches over me and clicks the button to raise the partition before straddling me. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head as I take in her position. A million thoughts flash through my head, but only one seems to register.

She has no panties on.

“I guess I need to make it worth your while,” she says.

Chapter twenty

Theá

“Andhowareyougoing to do that?” He raises a brow, the corner of his lip tilting up.

His hands rest on the seats next to him. I want to beg him to touch me, to possess me the way he did in the bathroom.

I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him closer to me and planting my lips on his. My nails toy with the curls at the base of his neck, the same curls my fingers raked through and pulled as he ate me out on the bathroom counter.

I can feel myself getting wetter just at the thought. As I grind down on him, the material of his trousers and his growing hard-on act as the perfect surface for my clit to find friction.

A groan rips out of his throat, and immediately, his hands are on my thighs, guiding me further into him.

My hands grip and pull his hair so much that his head tilts back. His hooded eyes gaze up at me, lust-filled and delicious. “Never cut your hair.”

“Whatever you want,tesoro,” he says within a second, as if he’d give me absolutely anything I ask for right now.

I drop my kisses down to a place I know I love, and wonder if he’ll love it as much as I do. I place gentle pecks along his jaw, gradually moving lower and lower until my lips rest just to the side of his Adam’s apple. When my lips make contact this time, I open my lips and gently suck the skin. At the same time, his fingers grip my ass, pulling me flush with him as he grinds up into me.

“You’re going to make me lose my mind,” he whimpers.

“Good, then you’ll know how I feel,” I respond in his ear.

His hands are frantic as they switch between grabbing my thighs and cupping my face. He kisses me so deeply, it feels as if we are one person.

Filthy sounds fall from my lips as he continues grinding up into me. I can only imagine the absolute mess I must be making on the front of his pants, but all my fucks flew away the second I rolled up the partition and sat down on his lap.

It feels euphoric and intoxicating. I’ve never understood greed before, but right now, I think I get it. Because I’ve never wanted someone or something more than I want every inch of Antonio.

I think he may be granting me my wish when his hand slips between us, but instead of undoing his pants, his fingertips focus on me instead.

Before I can enjoy the sweet relief it brings to my aching core, his other hand wraps around my neck and has me freezing in my movements. “If this driver hears you come, I’ll have to kill him. I don’t want any more blood on my hands, so keep it down, Theresa.”

I struggle to nod against his tight grip around my neck, but he must see it because the pads of his fingertips make contact with my clit, and I shudder the second they do.

“F-f-fuck,” I stutter out, dropping my head into the crook of his neck.

“Such filthy sounds from such pretty lips. I can’t wait to hear more,” he says, applying pressure and drawing out a yelp from me as I try to stifle my moans. “Grind into my fingers,tesoro. Use me.”

I do as I’m told and grind down onto his hand. It’s all too much—his lips on my neck, his grip on my thighs that I know will leave marks tomorrow, the way his finger is doing all the right things.

I crumble. No, Icrashdown onto him as my second orgasm of the night rips through me.

The second euphoria passes, exhaustion walks in.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet,tesoro. We’ve got a long night ahead, and we’re home.”

My head snaps up, and I look into his eyes. His pupils are blown, and only a small ring of his usual green remains. Lust swims deep within his gaze, and I know this is just the start of my night.

“C’mon. Hopefully there’s no one in the lobby,” he says as he helps me off his lap. I look down at the dark, wet stain on the front of his tented pants.

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