Page 21 of Sinful Chains

Or maybeIheld the power.

Fifteen minutes later, Willery escorted me out the door to my car. I was feeling pretty good now, and a little smug. That feeling lasted about ten seconds before I saw it.

Storm’s car.

His dark blue Mercedes sat covertly in a space about two rows back. The door opened, and out he stepped, looking like sex and danger wrapped up in one six-foot, perfectly built package.

I wasn’t sure how to react, so I didn’t. I ignored him as Willery carefully loaded my new items into my backseat.

“It was a pleasure,” he said with a carefully crafted smile. “I’m sure you will look lovely.”

“Thank you, Willery. Hopefully I’ll be back soon.”

I said that part loudly and for Storm’s benefit. Not because I cared about shopping again, but because I cared about turning him on.

Our eyes met across the parking lot, giving me a rush of adrenaline that shot right between my thighs. The set of his jaw, thecrinkle of his brow, the slight narrowing of his eyes—they all told me he was on tilt.

Right where I wanted him.

As he stalked toward me, I noticed something about his walk…it was different. More aggressive. A greater sense of urgency.

Oh.

No wonder.

His erection was leading the way.

Biting back a smile, I braced myself, inhaling deeply when he pressed a soft greeting to my lips, taking a hit of his cologne, luxuriating in his energy.

“You ignored my calls,” he said in a voice that was dangerously low.

I nodded slowly as he inched me backwards. “I wanted you to sweat.”

My back met my car door. He had me pinned in, now.

“Did you?” I asked.

He grabbed my hand, guiding it to the space between us, pressing it against the front of his pants.

“What do you think, Princess?”

I almost moaned when I felt how hard he was.

“Did you like torturing me?” he murmured, his lips brushing mine.

“I liked it so much, it made me wet.”

“Mmm.” Another soft kiss, then a quick nip of my bottom lip. “And now you need a release, don’t you?”

“I do.”

He pressed his hand against mine so I could feel him throb. “You like to fuck in public, Princess?”

The question jarred me out of my lustful stupor, bringing me back to reality.

“I don’t…I’ve never…”

“We can wait ‘til we get back to the house, or I can please you right now,” he said, his breath fanning over my ear. “Your choice, baby. It's whatever you want.”

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