“Don’t worry, Joseph.” She gave me a sweet smile. “I didn’t inherit that trait.”
“I’m not worried. We both know you’re much too smart to fall in love with me.”
chapter
FIFTEEN
NOEMI
The showing was a joke, and Joseph was pissed. He’d been used in a negotiations battle between the property owner and the tenant currently in the space. We’d stormed out of the office building, and I’d climbed into the front seat of the Porsche, grateful to be away from the Realtor before anything unprofessional came out of my mouth. Always think before acting, my father lectured me. Think about the brand.
“We’re not going to your place?” I asked, breaking the tense silence when Joseph exited the expressway.
“No, I’ll drop you at yours.”
His gruff voice wasn’t my fault, but it set me on edge. “Drop me off? What about—”
“That’s not a good idea. I’m not in the right mindset, thanks to those fuckers.”
He’d unleashed a craving in me that I couldn’t ignore. The sexual tension from lunch twisted like rope around my body, and I needed him to cut me free, to release me. I still struggled at being bold, but I’d done it before. I angled my shoulders toward him, reached my hand out, and set my palm flat against his zipper, running down the length of him.
He didn’t fight me, but it sounded as if he were gritting it out. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing, Sir?”
“I think you’re trying to push me, and I don’t fucking like it. Knock it off.”
Beneath my slow moving hand, the bulge grew and thickened. His mouth said no, but below his belt it was all yes.
“If I don’t do as I’m told,” I whispered, “what happens?”
He glanced my direction for the briefest of moments, but it was long enough for my heart to skip. At the showing, he’d turned his ruthless glare on the property manager and the man had gone ashen. Now the glare was fixated on me, only it swirled with desire. Similar to the devouring look he’d given me in this car our first night, only now the look was amplified by a thousand.
“By all means,” his hand covered mine, “keep pushing and find out.”
I teetered at the edge, unsure which was the right decision. What he wanted was unclear, whether I should be bad and disobey so he could discipline, or if he was actually pissed and I should leave him alone. The good girl would retreat and put her hands folded neatly in her lap. She wouldn’t keep rubbing his dick through his jeans, and she most definitely wouldn’t say what I was about to.
“I want you to fuck me. Do I have to be bad for that to happen?”
His eyes hooded and the hand on mine clenched so hard it was almost painful. “You want this cock inside you, you filthy slut?”
I mentally stumbled over his words. Once again, his mouth put me off and turned me on. No one talked to me like that, and I liked it. I steadied my breathing, but my voice wavered. “Yes, I want you inside me.”
“Unzip and get it out.”
What the hell was he talking about? “You want me to . . .”
He took a hand off of the wheel so he could unbutton and unzip his jeans. “Since you don’t know how to control your mouth, I’ll do it for you.”
My body tensed when his thick, erect dick was freed through the open fly of his boxers. I didn’t get time to react. Joseph wrapped a fist around my ponytail and yanked my head down, putting my face in his lap.
It was after five and the sun was setting, but it was still bright outside. His straight, hard dick was an inch from my face, and he’d made it very obvious what I was supposed to do. “Someone might see,” I whispered.
“Great. I’m sure they’ll enjoy watching you suck me off, but not as much as I will.”
Why did the idea of a stranger watching me do this turn me on so badly? There was something wrong with me, but at least Joseph seemed to feel the same way about getting caught. We could be wrong together.
The center console dug into my stomach, but I wrapped my fingers around him and licked my lips to wet them. God, he was so big, how was this going to work? How would it be pleasurable for him with so little of it fitting inside my mouth? It’s because he gets off on the power.