My eyes rolled as I sighed. “Maybe you didn’t hear me before. I’ll say it again, real slow this time. Fuck. Off!”
He smirked as my face heated. “You’re a terrible actress. It’s amazing you’re so good at what you do because I can see right through you.”
“I’m leaving now.” I brushed past him, my shoulder ramming into his hard body. Before I could pass, his hand slithered around my neck and squeezed, pulling my back to his front.
“If you needed to betaken care ofagain, all you had to do was ask,” he growled in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my body. With one hand firmly around my neck, his other hand slid slowly over my chest and beneath my shirt. He shoved under my satin bra, stroking my nipple with his calloused thumb, making it harden.
“Taken care of? By you? I’d rather fuck Lucas.”
Kane squeezed my neck a fraction tighter, not restricting air, just enough tofeelhim. Heat bloomed in my body, that tightening sensation unfurling in my abdomen.
It was disturbing how easily he could make my body respond. And embarrassing.
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me. I know you’re mad that bimbo is all over me. I’m telling you, if I had any say in the matter, I’d have my hands on you every second of every fucking day.”
“Prove it,” I breathed. “Kiss me. Right here, right now.”
It was a test. A huge fucking test. We’d kissed one time a few years ago, but even when we were fucking, his mouth stayed firmly on my neck and chest. His grip on my neck and tit loosened and he spun me around, a devilish smirk on his lips.
He’s not going to do it.
Kane grabbed the back of my head and angled me, right before pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was forceful and punishing, and my mouth parted to let his tongue stroke mine. His other hand slid under my skirt and grabbed my ass cheek, squeezing and pulling me into his hard cock.
Okay, he did it.
He pulled away, moving his mouth to my ear. “My car. Back seat. Right fucking now.”
“Clothesoff,”Kaneorderedas I slid across the soft leather. He followed behind me, slamming the door and positioning himself in the middle of the bench seat.
I undid each button on my uniform shirt with precision, not wanting another day spent with bobby pins holding my tits in. Kane leaned back in the seat next to me, his eyes burning a trail from my mouth, down to my cleavage, to my thighs. The huge outline pressing against his slacks had my heart thrumming in anticipation.
Once I tugged my skirt off, Kane undid the button on his pants and shoved them down his hips to his ankles, freeing his cock from his boxers. I unhooked the clasp of my bra and let it fall down my arms, my mouth watering at the sight of his erect cock, the head glistening with need.
I’d only seen the thing twice, but it was huge. There were swirls of ink at the base and I couldn’t help but smile at that. I always knew he was a bit of a masochist.
“You aren’t wearing any fucking underwear?”
I shrugged and smiled, biting my lip. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock because I couldn’t fucking stand seeing it and not tasting him. He groaned as I pulled away. I smacked my lips and smiled, meeting his hungry gaze.
“Who’s the tease now?” He gripped his cock and gave it an angry stroke. “Lean over between the seats. Ass up.”
I obeyed, crawling between his legs and resting my elbows on the center console. I arched my back, pushing my ass out, ready for whatever he wanted to give me.
I was exposed, but I didn’t care.
The wetness between my thighs didn’t care.
The little nagging voice in my head that didn’t like to be told what to do didn’t care.
All of my feminism left my body when it came to him.
Kane slid his hands between my legs, his thick, calloused fingers gliding up my thighs. He parted my folds as he leaned forward, breathing in and then releasing his warm breath over my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he kissed my swollen lips. My chest swelled with pride because I was the one making him lose control. This man who was always so collected and indifferent couldn’t help wanting me. “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart. Good thing I’m hungry.”
He leaned forward again, pressing his hot mouth against my pussy and kissing just as fiercely as he kissed me in the hallway. He devoured me, his tongue lapping and dipping into my pussy as I pushed back. His fingers dug into my hips as his tongue continued to circle my clit.
My knees shook and I was ready to come. There would be no twenty-minute delay with this man. I certainly didn’t need to provide him with a fucking map to figure out how to make me come all over his tongue.