Page 35 of Off-Limits

Ryan looks between the two of us for a long moment before sighing and nodding reluctantly. "I will," he promises. "But it might take some time, especially with work keeping me busy."

Mia nods, accepting this compromise even though I know she's still worried about what all of this means for our relationship.

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The drive back from the airport is tense, to say the least. Ryan asking us to stay away for God knows how long hangs heavy in the air between us like an unwanted third passenger. Mia keeps stealing glances at me, showing concern and frustration, while I struggle to keep my hands on the steering wheel instead of reaching out to comfort her.

The further we get from the airport, though, the harder it becomes to ignore the growing tension between us—the kind that has nothing to do with Ryan or his ultimatum. It's been building since we left her parents' house this morning, and I don't know for how much longer we can keep ignoring it.

I can see Mia squirming in her seat beside me as she shifts uncomfortably, and I know she feels it too.

Fuck. This is unbearable.

As if sensing my thoughts, Mia reaches out, placing a tentative hand on my thigh. The simple contact sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I have to bite back a groan at the feeling of her touch.

"Pull over," she commands.

"What?" I ask, startled by the unexpected request as I glance sideways at her. "Why?"

She doesn't answer, instead squeezing my thigh gently with her fingers and letting them drift dangerously close to where I'm already painfully hard just from being this close to her.

"Mia," I warn, gripping the steering wheel tighter in an attempt to maintain some semblance of control. "I'm not sure this is a good idea."

But we are still animals, despite our intelligence, I realize. All animals get uncontrollable urges sometimes.

Mia laughs softly, a sound that's both sexy and infuriating all at once. "Who cares if it is or not?" she teases, her fingers moving higher up my thigh until they're almost—but not quite—touching me where I ache for her most.

I growl low in my throat, torn between wanting to pull the car over immediately and finish what Mia started, or maintaining some semblance of self-control and waiting until we reach the hotel we booked.

In the end, it's Mia who decides for us. She leans over, her hand still on my thigh as she reaches up with her other one to grasp the back of my neck, pulling me towards her so that our lips meet in a needy kiss. The suddenness of it takes my breath away, and I can't help but respond, kissing her back with equal fervor as we pull apart slightly before coming together again.

The car swerves briefly as we lose ourselves in the moment, but I manage to correct my course just in time to avoid an accident—although I'm not entirely sure how we make it to the shoulder of the road without crashing into something.

As soon as we come to a halt, Mia pulls back slightly, breaking our kiss and looking around with a nervous expression on her face.

"What if someone sees us?" she asks breathlessly, licking her lips nervously. Wait, now she's worried about that?

Regardless of what she's thinking, I shrug, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. "You want this, so let them look," Isay, reaching out to pull her towards me once more. "I don't care who knows we're together."

Mia doesn't need any further encouragement; she straddles my lap in one fluid movement, her skirt hiking up around her thighs as she grinds against me through the fabric of our clothes. The friction feels amazing, but it's not enough—I need more.

I reach down between us, pulling at the hem of Mia's skirt until I can finally get my hands on her bare skin underneath. She gasps as my fingers find their way inside her panties, stroking her hot, wet center.

"So ready for me already," I groan, sliding one finger inside her easily before adding a second to stretch her even more. "I love how responsive you are."

Mia moans loudly, burying her face in my neck as she rocks against my hand, seeking her climax. The sound of her pleasure sends a jolt of desire through me, and I know that I need to be inside her right now or risk losing control completely.

"Off," I growl, tugging at the waistband of Mia's panties until she gets the message and lifts up enough for me to pull them down over her hips and off entirely. She kicks them away carelessly before reaching between us to unzip my pants and free my aching cock from its confines.

"Fuck," I groan as her fingers wrap around me, stroking me slowly while she positions herself above me. "That feels too good."

She grins wickedly, guiding the head of my cock to her entrance before sinking down onto me in one smooth motion. We both moan loudly at the feeling of finally being connected again.

"God, you feel so fucking good," I say, my voice ragged as Mia begins to move on top of me, setting a slow but steady pace that drives me wild with desire.

She leans back slightly, her hands resting on my shoulders for balance as she grinds against me, taking me deeper with each thrust. The position allows me to watch her tits bounce and sway with every movement, and I can't help but reach out to cup one in my hand, kneading the soft flesh gently before moving up to tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Mia gasps, arching her back as she speeds up her movements, chasing her release faster now. Her nails dig into my shoulders, marking me through my shirt as she uses me for leverage.

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