Page 13 of Enjoying the Ride

Posey blushes a deep pink.She looks hesitant, but also aroused by my intense gaze.Then, I leap into action.I don’t think, I just do.Before I can process, I’ve closed the distance between us within the span of a second.She looks up at me with wide blue eyes, full of lust and question.

“Gorgeous,” I repeat, my voice low now that we’re so close.I can smell something sweet on her, like an island flower.

“I don’t know aboutgorgeous,” she retorts in a slightly shaky voice.

On the edge of control, I let myself tuck a loose curl behind her ear.

“I have a question for you, Posey,” I drawl, not wanting to frighten the woman.

“A question,” she repeats softly.

“It seems only fair, since you asked a question yesterday.”

That seductive blush sneaks back onto her cheeks.

“Well, I’m a curious person,” she says by way of explanation.

I chuckle.“I’m not upset,” I reassure her.“Although it was bold of you to interrupt me.”

Defiance flashes across her face.“You were being vague, and I wanted answers.”

I grin, willing to surrender, since I know that I’m about to make her surrender to me.“About the prize money?And what you might win?”

She nods.“Yes, although I realize it made me sound greedy.Trust me, I want to win and the prize is a part of it.But what’s your question?”Posey asks, barely breathing now.

I allow myself to touch her once more, this time tracing one finger along the length of her arm.

“Would you let me taste you?”I ask.

Posey jerks back, but she can’t go far, since the mirrors are just behind her back.I glance at her perky ass in the reflection, briefly distracted with imagining my knot squirting into her hole.A shudder runs through my body, my balls already beginning to rise.

“What?What do you mean?”she whispers, eyes wide.

I don’t move closer, but I don’t back away either.

“It’s pageant tradition,” I explain, keeping my tone nonchalant.

“What tradition?”Posey whispers, her face flushed now.

“As the pageant director, I’m entitled to special access,” I drawl like it’s no big deal.“To the contestants, I mean.”

“Special access?”Posey repeats, her voice faint.“Are you kidding me?What does that even mean?”

I shrug.

“What you think it does.Besides, it might help your chances of winning,” I point out, a wicked smile spreading across my face.

“That’s crazy!And totally not allowed,” she sputters.

Posey’s words might be full of irritation but she’s leaning her body toward me, her nipples brushing against my shirt.

“It’s allowed,” I correct her.“I make the rules, remember?”

“No, you don’t.There must be a board of directors or something.A board of overseers.Or a manager, or a president.”

I shake my head slowly, blue eyes calm.

“No.It’s all me, sweetheart.Trust me, I’m not being overseen by anyone.”

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