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I reach out and set my palm flat against the zipper of his jeans, running it down the length of his bulge.
“So, what exactly are we celebrating tonight?” I ask.
His eyes drop to my hand for a beat. Excitement swirls in me when he doesn’t ask me to remove it.
“We havea lotto celebrate,” he plays along.
Being bold like this doesn’t come naturally, but he brings it out of me.
“Where to start?” I sass.
“You seem to have already made up your mind.”
“Your menu sounds delicious, but there’s something else I’d love to have in my mouth tonight.”
He does a double take, shock written all over his gorgeous face.
“Is that so?” he asks when he regains his composure.
“Yup,” I pop the P.
“What exactly?”
“You know...”
“Don’t be vague. Ask for what you want point-blank, little girl.”
I’m a ball of nerves and anticipation.
The good girl in me cautions I’m walking a tightrope, but the bad girl tells me to ignore the sensible Jules.
I unbutton and unzip his jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I steady my breathing, but my voice wavers. “You told me not to be vague. I want to start the celebration early,” I set him straight.
I slide my hand inside his jeans. He doesn’t demand I stop.
His cock swells and thickens beneath my slow-moving grasp.
He wipes a hand over his mouth, as if considering his options.
Fuck, this is so hot.
I’m so wet, I’m sure I’ll leave a stain on his seat.
He glances in my direction for the briefest of moments, and it’s long enough for my heart to jackhammer against my chest.
“Fuck, I love when you’re a bad girl,” he growls.
So do I.
His eyes devour me, amplifying my desire by a thousandfold.
I keep rubbing his erection through his dark navy blue boxer briefs.
“You want this cock inside your pretty little mouth?”
