Page 101 of Powerless
“Why did I need to take my pants off for it?”
He shrugs as he casually looks over his shoulder to swap lanes. “Just like to watch you squirm. Tell me your plan.”
With a heavy sigh, I pluck at my lip and turn to stare out the passenger side window. “Well, I’m due to go to Sterling’s penthouse and pack up the stuff I kept there.”
Jasper is deathly still beside me. “I’ll go with you.”
“Yeah.” I snort. “That should go over really well. I can manage.”
“I know you can manage. But I’m still coming.”
I breathe out slowly, letting that go for now.
“And I’m going to have to call my dad. Face the music on that front.”
“He should be apologizing to you.”
I nod solemnly. “That might be true. But Robert Winthrop isn’t big on apologizing, so I won’t hold my breath. Most of the stuff I moved out of my condo when my lease was up at the end of August is at my parent’s place in boxes. So I’ll have to figure out what I’m going to do. Where I’m going to go.”
“My place.”
“Do you think moving straight in together is the best idea?”
God. I really hate this conversation.
“Why not? Now spread your legs. Pull your panties to the side with one hand and rub slow circles on your clit with the other.”
I bark out a disbelieving laugh. “Are you joking right now?”
“No, Sloane. You look tense. Take the edge off.”
I’m shaking my head at him while I do as he instructed. He left me seriously riled up this morning, and as much as I secretly like playing this game, I will not turn down an orgasm to help with that.
Plus, he’s not wrong. I go from tense to buzzing with anticipation instantly. With two fingers, I hook the wet fabric out of the way and find my swollen clit.
I press down firmly before circling, biting down on my lip to keep quiet.
“I have houses in Chestnut Springs,” he says, like carrying this conversation on while I play with myself is perfectly normal. I have to bite back my smile. I never saw this side of Jasper coming, and I am fucking living for it. He likes being in control and choosing this with him makes me feel like I’m taking back part of myself I never indulged either. My own control. “Multiple. You’d have to commute. Or you can spend the next few months dancing at Summer’s gym. But you can have one.”
“Multiple houses?”
He nods, clearing his throat. “Keep rubbing, Sloane. I bought an entire block. A row of businesses on one side—including Summer’s gym—and houses set on the other. I figured I’d need something to do when I eventually retire, and fixing up a bunch of old bungalows in a town I love would be a fun passion project. Something to keep my hands busy.”
At that mention, he glances down at my hand. His jaw pops before he looks back up at my eyes. “Plus, I found out your dad wanted to buy that block and put in a stupid mall or something. Ruin the town with his shiny cookie-cutter bullshit. So I fucked him in the process by going to the realtor personally. That’s the thing about small towns. They trust and like who they know. And she knew me.”
I’m a little floored by what he’s just told me, but I’m not thinking straight with my fingers between my legs. Plus, he’s pushed the sleeves of his sweatshirt up, giving me a sexy view of the veins that run from his hands into his tattooed forearms. “But you could have spent all that money on hunting lions,” I quip, watching the muscles under that black ink flex.
“Put one finger in,” he bites out instantly.
And I do.
“Now two.”
I moan and easily slide a second finger into myself, pressing in and out a few times.
“Feet up on the dashboard,” he clips, reaching down to adjust his cock in his jeans.
“Oh my god,” I murmur. The blush from my cheeks instantly blazes out over my chest, my breasts, my stomach. My entire body is on fire for him.
