Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“You need to have your seatbelt on.” His hands come to rest on my hips.
“Want me to move?” I wiggle in his lap, rubbing myself against him. “I can’t stop thinking about what we did this morning.” I whisper so the driver can’t hear us.
“Sadie.” There is warning in Locke’s tone. Something dark flashes in his eyes. Locke always has this ironclad control in place. I can’t help but wonder what it would look like if he lost all that control.
He’d even managed to keep his cool last night at the event. I knew he wanted to lay Kevin out. The only reason he hadn’t nailed him to the ground was because of me and the attention it might draw. There was already too much on me.
“What?” I lean in and brush my mouth against Locke. His chest starts to rise and fall faster. “Have you not been thinking about it too?” I continue to rub myself against him. “Am I doing this wrong? The tabloids might say I date a lot but this is new—”
A deep rumble comes from him before he’s taking my mouth. His fingers tangle into my hair as he takes a fistful of it. I part my lips when his tongue demands entrance. I let out a moan into his mouth, enjoying this side of Locke.
He releases my mouth for a moment and says something to the driver I don’t catch. Before I can even ask what’s going on, he's kissing me again. When his mouth is on mine, all I can think about is him and me.
I’d been so surprised when he said I was his girl. I thought he was playing a part last night. That he only considered me a job. I was so relieved to know that the feelings between us were mutual and that it wasn’t only in my head. It’s nice knowing we are both on the same page. That the spark between us is real.
Still, I wonder what it means to be his girl. I have so many questions. The one thing I know for sure is that Locke wouldn’t do this thing unless he was all in. He doesn’t seem the type to half-ass anything; he confirmed that with his comment about us getting hitched. The words had rolled off his tongue so easily.
“Need to make you come,” he says against my mouth, breaking as his hand slips under my flowy dress. “Sadie.” He growls against my mouth when his fingers get to my sex, and he realizes I don’t have any panties on. His hold on my hair tightens. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Yes.” I whimper. A thrill runs through me at the idea of being a bad girl. I’m always good. But there is a rush of excitement at the thought of being bad for Locke.
“You’ll pay for that later.” His threat only makes me whimper more with need. “Fuck you’re wet.”
“I can’t help it,” I admit. “It’s you.” Locke’s thumb presses into my clit, making a small circular motion. “I’ve never had this problem before you. I’ve been this way all morning.” Locke’s thumb stops moving. My teeth sink down into my bottom lip so that I don’t cry out in protest. I’m so close already it’s almost shameful. Locke woke up a part of my body this morning, and there is no going back for me now.
“Sadie.” Another one of his fingers starts to press inside of me. “Are you a virgin?”
“Yes, Locke, please!” I beg, my fingers digging into him.
He thrusts his finger inside of me and starts to pump them in and out. I moan, dropping my head back. His mouth goes to my neck to place open-mouthed kisses as he adds another finger inside of me.
The palm of his hand rubs against my clit as he thrusts his fingers inside of me. My hips move with him.
“My Sadie girl. The whole world wants you, but only I’ll ever get to have you. Come for me. Only me.”
“Locke!” I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. He keeps drawing the pleasure out until I collapse on top of him, burying my face in his neck. I whimper in protest when he pulls his fingers out from inside of me.
I press a few kisses to his neck. His cock jerks against me. “What about you?” I slip my hand down his chest and try to touch him through his slacks. His hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me.
“Not here.”
I gasp, sitting up and looking over my shoulder, expecting to see the driver, but he’s not there. In fact, we’re parked. I glance out the window and see we’re alone in some parking lot.
“I got carried away.” Heat rushes to my face.
“I had it handled. I’d never let someone see you this way.” He leans forward and kisses me.