Page 44 of Million Dollar High

“Why did you wear it today?” He wasn’t sure why he asked, but the words spilled out anyway.

“I guess I didn’t want to feel completely helpless. Wearing the panties reminded me that I wasn’t useless, that I was worth something. It also reminded me that I had ultimate control over my… my sexuality.”

“Does that sound like a shitty life to you, Leia?”

Her breathing changed. A sigh. An acceptance of truth. “No.”

“Good. Is the partition up in the car?” He was skidding on dangerous ground, but he already knew he was too far gone to turn back.

The faint whine of the partition sliding up answered his question. She was just as up for it as he was. He hadn’t wanted to discuss feelings. So, sex it was. Phone. Fucking. Sex.

“Switch to video, Leia.”

Her breath caught. “What?”

He suppressed a smile. “You thought what’s about to happen would take place in dark anonymity? Wrong. Turn on the video link. Now.”

He heard her fumble for a few seconds, then her face flashed into view. She’d had the good sense to turn on the interior light at the side rather than overhead, which meant the driver would only catch a faint glow through the dark partition. But Noah could see her just fine. Her face was lightly flushed, and her eyes were wide with anticipation and arousal.

“Hi,” she murmured, her raspy voice a touch shy.

“There are two coat hooks just above you to the right. See it?” She glanced up and nodded. “Slide your phone in there.”

He turned back to his desk. Thanks to his tech prodigies, he’d learned a few new neat tricks. He grabbed the phone on his desk, issued a new set of instructions to his driver and connected his mobile to his laptop. He hit the full screen button and her image flared into wide view.

Somewhere in the madness of his helpless rage and frustration at the chaos ruling his life, he’d forgotten just how incredibly beautiful she was. The angled view of her looking up into the camera, eyes wide, mouth full, parted and trembling, stopped his heart for a terrifying few seconds before it slammed into his ribs.

Christ…

Her tongue slid out to lick her lips nervously before she pouted. “Noah, I can’t see you.”

His gaze darted to the small box and saw that her view was of his throat, not his face. Giving in to the insane urge, he drifted his fingers over the image of her cheek, her throat and lingered on her lips, his heart still racing. Then he schooled his features and angled his phone. “Release your seatbelt.”

She frowned. “I’m in a moving car, Noah. It’s not safe.”

Had he not been aroused to the point of pain, he’d have laughed. And reminded her how she’d crawled onto his lap on the way back from the jazz funk gig in Vienna. “You’re no longer moving.”

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Leia glanced around her in surprise. “Where am I? And where’s the driver?” she whispered with a touch of embarrassment.

“You’re in a safe place and he’s close by. Release the seatbelt and take off your dress, Leia.”

Her gaze lowered, and she complied albeit with excruciating slowness. Watching her lift her hips to wriggle out of her dress was pure torture. But the sight of her bare breasts and the filthy decadence of the stockings and garter was even worse. Or better. Hell, he didn’t know anymore. He was going insane. Because if he’d had any brain cells left, he’d have ended this call the moment she was safe.

She dropped the dress, settled her red-tipped fingers on her thighs and glanced up into the camera. That look of submission sent fire through his veins.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” The words tripped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

A slow stretch lengthened her body, as if in direct reaction to his words. He clawed a hand through his hair and pulled hard, hoping the pain would focus him. All it did was make him yearnfor a different pain. The pain he wanted to deliver to those tight nipples. His mouth flooded with saliva as the urge to bite, suck and feast on her charged through his body.

“What next, Noah?” she asked. Her head tipped back against the seat in supplication, her body slowly opening wider to his gaze. Awaiting his command.

“Slide your right hand over your stomach. Slowly. Now use your nails. I want to see the blood surge under your skin.” She gasped and her nipples tightened into stiffer peaks. “Again,” he growled.

Over and over she scoured her flesh, until her stomach showed four lines of red.

“Slide your panties down to your knees. No, keep your knees together.” He couldn’t handle seeing her pussy. Not just yet.

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