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I hear the door locks engage, seconds before I feel the car rock around me as he moves closer. No longer in Bri’s seat, he’s sitting on the plush leather bench, right next to me. “Look at me, Claire.”
His tone, sharp and angry forces me to turn in my seat. He’s too close. Close enough to touch. His face inches from mine. His dark brown eyes intense, sharp enough to cut. “You know me,” he says, reaching for me, cupping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Despite his rough tone, his hands are gentle. Almost reverent. Just the way I remember them. “You remember me.” His thumb traces down the line of my throat. Mouth dry, I lick my lips, inadvertently drawing his gaze to them.
I remember that I gave you my virginity and woke up the next morning to find you’d dropped off the face of the earth.
I almost say it. Instead, I channel my inner-Bri. “Are you this familiar with all your clients, Lurch?”
My words draw his eyes back to mine, and they narrow on my face. “You can call me Lurch all you want. It doesn’t change the fact that you know exactly who I am and it doesn’t change what happened between us.”
My heart starts to race. My breath catches in my chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He moves closer. “Then I guess I’m going to have to remind you,” he murmurs softly, his lips brushing against mine, hand at my nape cradling my head as he tips it back to catch the press of his mouth.
I fight it for the space of a second before I’m sinking. Letting him pull me under. My lips part under his with a soft moan as his tongue sweeps in to wrap around mine, hands lifting and grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket, dragging him closer.
He groans against my mouth, his massive shoulders pressing me back into the seat, the hem of my skirt pushing up my thighs. He pulls back, his gaze, dark and intense, burrowing into mine. “Say it, Claire,” he says softly, his tongue skimming my bottom lip. “Say my name.”
“You’ll have to tell me what it is first.” I don’t know why I’m pretending. Why I can’t admit that I remember that night. Him. All I know is when I think about it, I hurt, and I want him hurt too.
“Careful,” he growls the word at me, nips my lower lip with his teeth, ripping a gasp from my throat. “You don’t want to play this game with me...” I feel his hand stroke the inside of my knee, fingers gliding upward to brush against the lace of my panties, stroking me softly. “Jesus...” he drops his head to my neck, his breath shuddering against my chest. “You always get this wet for complete strangers?”
The observation stains my cheeks, but I don’t push him away. If anything, I slide lower in my seat, giving him better access. “My sister is going to be back, any minute.”
He smirks at me. “Then you better hurry up and give me what I want,” he says, running the length of his long fingers along the seam of my pussy, rubbing me through my panties. “Because I’m not stopping until you say my name.”
Oh, my god. I’m already so close to coming it’s almost embarrassing. “Is your name Jimmy?” I say, barely able to push the words out. “Did you used to work at the pizza place on 5th?”
“Close.” He hooks his fingers around the crotch of my panties and jerks them to the side. “Try again.”
I open my mouth to say something, but the words spin away from me on a low moan as his fingers slide inside me, his thumb finding the top of my cleft, drawing tight circles against my clit. Another rush of heat, this one pushing lower. Deeper. I’m suddenly trembling on the edge, rocking myself against his hand, tryingto push myself over. Sensing how close I am, he eases up on the pressure his thumb is putting on my clit, giving me nothing more than light, feathery strokes that hold me in place. Keep me dangling.
“I went easy on you the last time we did this, Claire,” he whispers in my ear. “I can keep you here all night. As long as it takes... all you have to do is say my name.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and lift my hips off the seat, seeking the pressure of his hand even as I set my jaw, refusing to give him what he wants. “Jason? Were we chem lab partners?”
“I forgot how stubborn you are.” The words come out on a growl, each punctuated by a curling stroke of his fingers. “You want to know what I remember?”
“Don’t...” I don’t want him to say it. I can’t hear it because the moment I do, I’ll be lost. I’ll give in.
“I remember what it feels like to make you come on my tongue. My cock.” He keeps stroking me, every thrust hitting just the right spot. Holds me steady without sending me over. “What you taste like. How warm and sweet you are. How hard your pussy squeezed around me when you—”
“Stop. Talking.” I shake my head, refusing, even as what he wants to hear threatens to push its way free.
“Say my name.”
“Jaxon.” His name comes out on a rush of breath, shaped around a moan.
He groans against my neck. “Again.”
I tilt my head back, giving him access to my throat. “Jaxon.”
He brushes his thumb, hard against my clit again, circling it slowly. “You remember me.”
My legs start to tremble, my hands fisting so hard in his shirt, I can feel the stitches give. “Yes.”
He picks up the pace, stroking his fingers inside me, the pad of his callused thumb quickening against the top of my mound. “Who I am? What we did?”
“Yes.” I’m moaning uncontrollably. It’s Jaxon pumping his fingers in and out of me. His mouth on my neck. His hard cock pressed against my thigh. Making me come. “Yes.”