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With a wiggle, I do as he says, and he tugs my leggings down to my knees. When I drop my hips, his hands drag up the bare skin of my thighs. I hiss from the warm tingling feeling that spreads everywhere.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
He grabs my thighs and swings my legs over his, twisting me so that I’m laying across his lap and against the locked door. It’s a little awkward with my seatbelt, but I forget all about that when Midas gently slides his finger along my cotton underwear.
“These definitely need to go.” He traces the pad of his middle finger along the edge where the fabric meets the skin of my thigh. Then, without further warning, he grabs my underwear with both hands and tears, ripping them clean off.
“Hey!” I squeak. “I need those.”
“I’m going to buy you an entire store of pretty ones.” He yanks the cotton out from under me, rolls down the window, and tosses it out like it offends him.
I’m shocked, but all I can do is laugh at how ridiculous this is. He just through my underwear out the window! It’s gross—and littering—but there’s something about his outrage over my underwear that makes my stomach do little fluttering flips.
Still laughing, I say, “You can’t buy me a store’s worth of underwear.”
“I can. And I will.” His fingers part my curls, revealing my glistening center. “Although, I shouldn’t. It’s a shame to cover this beauty.” He draws a circle that lands on my clit. “Such a pretty little cunt.”
I reflexively tense at the coarse word, but it sounds like a compliment on his tongue, almost like a slap that’s soothed by a caress, with a bite to stir arousal again. Cunt.
My head bumps against the car window, and for a moment I’m vaguely aware that I should be self-conscious. I only just met this man, and we’re in a car with only a thin sheet of tinted glass separating us from the driver. But I really don’t care.
I lay my hand overtop of his, and guide him lower, putting a little pressure on his middle finger so he knows what I want. He slides into me and moves his finger deeper, crooking it in a come-hither motion that hits right where I want him, rubbing that spot for a few beats before pulling out.
He brings his finger to my lips and paints them with my arousal. “Open.”
I open my mouth, and he drags his finger along my tongue, letting me taste myself on his skin. Then he dips back inside, adding a second finger, working me in slow, shallow strokes.
His other hand slides back and forth over my clit while I buck and thrust, trying to get more. When I grab my breasts, Midas yanks my hands away. With a devilish expression, he brings them over my head and wraps them in the seatbelt, binding me in place.
He spreads my legs wider on his lap and goes back to fingering me. It doesn’t take long before I’m panting and gasping, tugging against the restraints, begging to come. “Please, Midas, please.”
“Shhh, we don’t want Lennox to hear, do we?” The way he says it makes me think he doesn’t care who hears. He just wants to play this game. He presses one finger to my mouth as his other hand rubs inside me, palm sliding against my clit.
When I come, he pinches my lips closed, holding in the sound of his name.
Chapter 5
The second we walk into the lingerie store, Midas begins throwing panties and bras at the saleswoman who follows us around like a puppy. I snatch a few from him before they make it to her and notice they’re exactly my size.
“Good eye,” I mutter with a smirk.
His gaze steals over my body, lingering on my breasts and hips before returning to my face. “Good body.”
I laugh, putting the bra back on the rack. “You can’t buy me all of this.”
He just scowls and tosses a pink matching lingerie set at the saleswoman, who already has her hands full.
“I’m going to buy you a pair of underwear to replace each one I plan to rip and bite and claw off of you.”
“You plan on destroying that much underwear in one night?”
He steps close enough to whisper in my ear, “Who said anything about one night?”
Before I can ask him if he means that, he walks away, leaving me feeling confused and turned on. I thought this was just going to be a party. A single night. Maybe it was just a line to get me hot—which it definitely did.
After the lingerie shop, Midas sends Lennox off to launder the bags of underwear, while he takes me to get my hair, nails, and makeup done. It’s a full makeover, and I’m not sure what to think of it.
On the one hand, I’ve never felt more pampered and cared for in my life. My nails are usually short and rarely ever painted. I cut my own hair to save money. I stopped wearing makeup for the same reason. Letting someone else take care of all of those things for me is intoxicating.
