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“We’ll see about that.” I glance down at her breasts. “And make sure you wear one of those giant hoodies again.”
“What? Why?”
“Because it’s not very well behaved of you to tease me with your tits on display like last time.”
Her mouth falls open. “Excuse me, you’re the one who pulled my hoodie off me. I had every intention of keeping it on.”
“And why’s that?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Um, I just—I guess I was self-conscious.”
“You? Self-conscious about what?” How the fuck could a woman this sexy be self-conscious about anything? Her body has me wanting to do backflips just for a glimpse of what’s beneath her blouse.
“I’m a little thin. I haven’t really worked out for… well, honestly, it’s probably been the better part of a year and I’m not exactly used to having my body wrapped in spandex in front of my boss with, as you put it, my ti—breasts on display.”
“Trust me, you have absolutely nothing to be self-conscious about. I mean fuck,” I say, reaching down to adjust myself for probably the fifth time today. I reach over, taking her hand and placing it right on my hard cock. “Does that feel like you should be self-conscious, baby?”
I fully expect her to roll her eyes or make a snarky comment about how it’s smaller than she expected… although we both know that would never actually be the case, but instead—she looks down at where her hand is pressed against me, her fingers slowly tightening around my shaft that’s running down my thigh. Her eyes look up at Wes in the rearview mirror, then to me.
Fuck, I did not think this through.
I thought she would pull her hand away. I didn’t expect curiosity to get the best of her and now me. I reach around her to where the divider button is and press it. I don’t know what I’m expecting to happen in the five minutes we have left till we’re at her building, but I don’t tell her to stop.
She grips me tighter, then she slowly begins to move her hand up and down my shaft through my pants. I groan, my head falling back against the seat as she continues to explore me. I haven’t been this wound tight for a hand job since I was fifteen.
I hear the clank of my belt being undone, my zipper being dragged down, and I lift my head to tell her no, but she already has her hand inside my boxer briefs. Seconds later, the warmth of her skin is against my bare cock.
“Fuuuuuck.” I reach my hand overhead, pressing it against the ceiling of the car as I bite down on my fist. I’ve never in my life been ready to come after thirty seconds of being stroked, yet I’m about to explode. But just when I think I can’t handle any more, she lowers her head and the sweet, wet warmth of her lips wrap around me.
“Oh shit, oh fuck!” I feel my balls tighten as her tongue swirls around the underside of my head, and her lips suck me harder. I want to reach down and grab a handful of her hair and force myself deeper down her throat but just as I’m about to, she pulls away.
“What? No,” I say as the car slows to a stop and I look out the window, realizing we’re at her building.
“Now you know how it feels,” she says in a sultry voice as she opens the door and swings her leg out of the car.
I reach my hand out, grabbing her arm and tugging her back in the car till we’re almost nose to nose.
“This isn’t over, sweetheart. Wes will pick you up tonight.”
She closes the door and I lean my head back, debating if it would be terribly fucked up to jerk off in the back of my car before redoing my pants and counting down the hours until I can take out my frustration on her.
* * *
This time, she’s on time and I’m already dressed, waiting for her. I told Wes to have her meet me in the gym when he brings her back to the house.
I hear her walking down the long hallway and step toward the entry of the gym. I lean against the doorframe, stopping her from entering.
“Evening, Miss James.”
“Evening, Mr. Gates.”
“I see you can follow orders.” I nod toward the hoodie that hangs to her mid-thigh.
She looks down her body, then grabs the hem of it, pulling it over her head and tossing it past me into the gym in one swift move. Her tits look even better than last time and now she’s not even wearing a shirt, just a strappy little sports bra that’s barely holding her in. I can only imagine what they’re going to look like bouncing in that thing while she runs.
“Guess I spoke too soon.”
“Oh no, I did follow your orders. You said to wear an oversized hoodie and I did. But…” She gives me that flirty grin I’ve come to love and dread so much because I know there’s always something coming after it that drives me up the wall. “You didn’t say anything about not taking it off.”
