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Her legs widen as my hand drifts up a little higher.

“I want to go home,” she says again, but this time, her breathing is heavier and her eyes darken and I know for sure that’s not what she wants.

Fuck.

CHAPTER16

Rya

His hand keeps inching higher and higher up my thigh, and I’m helpless to tell him to stop.

Why can’t I tell him to stop?

I mean, I should be able to.

I hardly know this man.

Yes, I met him many years ago, but since he’s been back in my life, the only thing he and I have in common is that he keeps demanding that I marry him. Which I can’t say surprises me, but at the same time, it’s totally weird and obnoxious, and the demand is outrageous.

Maybe I should agree to his deal—I have sex with him, and he stops asking me to marry him. I mean, he did stop me from having sex when I really wanted it. So maybe he owes me this one thing. At least that’s what I’m telling myself as we sit in the back seat of the car. I’m not even really paying attention to where we’re going, just that we’re moving, and his hand is still on my thigh.

His free hand, the one that isn’t up my skirt, takes my hand and places it on his cock. I can feel his hardness through his trousers. His hand moves higher up my thigh, and my legs spread even wider. I’m pretty sure the car slows, but I’m hardly paying attention right now. He reaches my panties, and I know he can feel my wetness through the lace. He sucks in a breath and gets down in front of me. Luckily for him, this car has a lot of room. He’s close, and his eyes are on me as he slides my skirt up ever so slowly. He leans down and places his mouth against my knee, lips lingering for a moment before he kisses up my leg.

“So wet for me, princess.” His fingers slide my panties to the side, and I feel him right where I need him.

I should tell him to stop.

That this isn’t right.

But it’s just sex.

And if we have sex, I can get him to leave me alone.

It’s a win-win for me.

At least, that’s what I tell myself as his head lowers, and he pulls my skirt up higher, replacing his fingers with his mouth.

Fuck.

I gasp as his tongue meets my clit, the lace is still pulled to the side, his mouth then moving lower to my entrance.

Tasting me.

He groans, and I lift my hands from my sides to caress his shoulders before I run my fingers through his hair. He needs no direction from me on how to make me feel good. Crue knows what he’s doing and how to use his mouth, that’s for sure.

His finger slides into me, causing a moan to escape my lips. His tongue continues its slow circular motion around my clit—it’s warm and feels fucking fantastic.

My head lolls back against the seat as he pushes in another finger, not slowing his pace with his mouth, and that delicate build begins to wind tighter inside me. I hate how much I fucking love it. How much pleasure he’s offering me. And I can’t help gently thrusting against him, wanting—no, needing—his tongue deeper. I can feel myself starting to come, and I know he can also feel it.

“Princess, are you going to come for me?”

I have no words. All I can do is reach for Crue’s head and put it back where it belongs—between my legs. I grind against his face, and he lets me. He keeps the pace perfect until my hands grip harder, and my body starts to come undone as I let out a small scream. He moves before I have the chance to even catch my breath. I’m still riding that wave of undeniable pleasure even after he’s no longer touching me.

I hear a zipper and then the tear of a wrapper. As I finally open my eyes, he pulls me so my legs straddle his lap. The minute my thighs are locked around him, I feel his cock between my legs, and when I look down at him, he looks up.

“Take it if you dare.” He says it in a way that makes me want to slap him. As if it’s a danger to fuck him.

Does henotknow whoI am?

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