Page 73 of Fashionista's Playbook

With a smirk, I stroked my fingers across his thigh, and the corded muscle twitched under my touch. I didn’t stop, not with the thrill that bounced around in my chest. I loved his reactions and the power and arousal they gave me.

But it wasn’t until my fingertips brushed against the hardness of his cock that my entire body warmed.

Travis wasn’t some college nerd looking to get laid. He could have any woman he wanted, and yet I was the one who made his body respond.

I caressed the length of him and he moaned, low, long and with urgency. “Mariposa…”

“What?” I played coy, nipping at his ear, and tugging his zipper down notch by notch in time with the click of the blinker as he took our exit.

When he almost ran off the road, I laughed against his neck. Wine made me bold, but Travis made me ambitious.

A sexy Latin song flowed from the speakers. The flavor of the music transformed everything in the vehicle. “You’re going to have to put this song on my playlist.”

“Whatever you want,” he gasped out as my fingers wrapped around him. His body moved beneath my touch, rhythmically guiding my hand.

When I squeezed lightly, he bit his lip and his eyes went heavy. I repeated the motion.

He was warm, smooth, and hard in my palm. I couldn’t tell if I was more thrilled by my power over him or aroused by his reaction.

I wanted him something bad.

Travis’ face was cast into flickering half-light from the headlights of passing traffic. His jaw was rigid, the muscle there twitching. I’d never seen him look sexier.

His entire body was tense, his expression caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. His grip on the wheel white-knuckled and his gaze laser focused on the road as he made a valiant attempt not to crash. Which only further spiked my alcohol-laced adrenaline.

With a wicked grin, I ducked under his arm, my mouth watering slightly in anticipation and my heart racing. The forbidden, the one thing a good girl shouldn’t do, something I’d never done—I wanted nothing more than to do it right then.

I took the velvety smooth tip of him in my mouth. The taste of his arousal was the most exhilarating flavor I’d ever had on my tongue.

Travis launched into a slew of Spanish I couldn’t translate yet understood completely. I teased him with my tongue, languishing in the way his voice cracked with each word. And before I could take him fully in my mouth, one of his hands went to my hair, twisted, and pulled my head up and off of his cock.

I didn’t struggle, but I wanted to.

“Moriah—please, the gate, cameras—” The truck was stopped in the turning lane leading into the posh neighborhood.

He moved to cover himself, somewhat modestly, and I leaned back into my seat, chest heaving and skin tingling. “That was the first time I’ve done something like that.”

“In the car?” He asked as he leaned out and swiped his entry card.

“Ever.”

“Baby…” he laughed with a husky rumble. “I’ll happily be your third, fourth, fifth—”

Leaned back against the seat, his long, dark lashes fanned out across his cheeks, wide, sculpted lips parted—Travis Madera was the most exquisite being I’d ever seen. And he was mine. Something latched onto my heart and squeezed; emotion thickened in my throat and left me dizzy.

He sped through the neighborhood, buzzing through the gate at the driveway and into the garage in record time.

As soon as we had the truck in the garage, I hitched up my skirt and wiggled from my panties.

“Mariposa,” he croaked. His lips were parted and wet and his eyes darkened with the same craving that propelled me over the console.

“I can’t wait.” I straddled his lap, my dress at my waist, not caring that the steering wheel dug into my ass. Nothing mattered but his swollen cock rubbing against my slit. Desire burned through me, clenching all my muscles tight, and leaving my body feeling as if one touch and I’d explode.

“Then by all means.” Travis watched me, arms loose at his sides, eyes clouded.

I positioned him at my entrance then gripped his shoulders. We were cramped in the cab of the truck, but I had to have him right then.

I sought out his lips as I slid down on him, the thickness of his arousal filling me and drawing pleasure straight up my spine. Nipples, hard and tingling, strained against my bra.

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