Sitting in the driver's seat of the Beast, I checked my phone again.
I was parked in one of the many massive and mostly empty lots at the mall, waiting for Jason to pick me up.
I swallowed roughly, fighting back nerves.
I don't even have anything to be nervous about...
We'd arranged this meet up while planning our weekend rendezvous – after all, a car left overnight at the mall would be largely ignored.
A car left overnight in front of Jason's house, on the other hand...
It was the obvious choice for the sake of discretion. He'd messaged me when he was ready to meet, and in return I'd sent him my location
Of course, now I was re-reading the message for the thousandth time, worried that I'd made a mistake.
Fucking anxiety brain.
Then his grey Mercedes pulled up next to me, and I felt my pulse spike with anticipation.
Grabbing my purse and keys, I stepped out, walking around to the back hatch to pull out my weekend bag.
Jason met me at the trunk of his car, popping it open.
"Here, let me get that." Taking the bag from me, he placed it in the trunk while I closed my hatch and locked the Beast.
Not that anybody's going to steal it.
Did insurance pay out for stolen cars?
With my thoughts chaotic and scattered, I slid into the passenger seat, glancing over as Jason climbed into the other side.
He looked magnificent in his dark blue suit, and the way his pants hugged the muscled curves of his thighs had me thanking his tailor.
Clicking the buckle on his seatbelt, Jason asked, "Ready?"
You have no idea...
I nodded, not wanting my voice to betray how needy I felt.
He started the car, and I cleared my throat, asking, "Did your flight just get in?"
He nodded, shifting into reverse. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Then he turned to back out of the space, and all of my attention was on the stubbled line of his jaw and all of my willpower was fighting the urge to lean forward and taste him.
My voice was husky when I answered him. "You didn't."
He glanced at me as he shifted into drive, eyes sly and knowing.
And as we began to move forward, his right hand came to rest on my thigh.
"Good."
The warm pressure of his touch was enough to send a rush of blood to my head. I looked over at him, indecent thoughts racing through my mind.
He began to idly move his thumb, commenting, "I like this."
"Yeah?"
The red and black plaid skirt stopped just above my knee and was the one pop of color in my otherwise monochromatic outfit. From my sweater to my shoes, the rest of my clothes were all black. Even the thigh-high socks that Jason was slowly trailing his fingers up... "Yeah. I especially like the stockings. They let me do this-"
I gasped as his hand slipped between my legs and cupped the wet heat there.
"Did you miss me, baby?" His attention on the road was unwavering, and he began to rub me with the heel of his hand.
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In His Bed (18+)
RomanceAfter years of insults and backstabbing from her best friend, Faith, Hailey's got a wicked plan for revenge - and it involves Faith's devastatingly attractive father, Jason... ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ Thank you so much for your interest...