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He laughed as his tongue circled my clit, flicking several times across it. “Both.”
Justin was fuckinggorgeousand watching him pleasure me while being watched by the other two objects of my desire—knowing how raging angry they were—drove me into a frenzy.
Justin’s fingers twisted deep inside me, once again bringing my back up off the hood of the car. My hands slapped hard on the sleek carbon fiber, my nails struggling to gain purchase but finding nothing.
“Mmm,” he moaned from between my legs.
I looked down into his eyes, and I saw darkness there as he watched my every move. I had no doubt in my mind that if I asked him to fuck me right then, he would.
God, I want him to fuck me.
The thought of him sheathing himself inside me while Damian and Asher rage watched nearly drove me over the edge. The thought of them getting pissed enough to come over andhelp him finishthe job is whatdidsend me over.
“Justin!” I cried out as I clawed at the hood, my climax giving me that much needed high.
His fingers furiously curled inside me while hitting that sweet spot, his mouth sucking on my clit while his tongue danced circles around it.
I cried out over and over, my back arching off the car as I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoving him tighter against me. He growled and dug in further. I wondered if he could even breathe, but I really didn’t care right then.
Slowing his pace, my legs started to relax, and I let go of his hair. They trembled, and he held them as he placed kisses on my outer lips, moving out to my thighs. He lifted the bottom of my shirt as he rose, leaning over to kiss along my stomach.
Justin’s arms slid under my back before lifting me to a seated position. His hands grabbed either side of my head as he kissed me furiously. The taste of me on his lips had me once again fisting handfuls of his shirt.
“Stand,” he ordered, pulling away and offering me his hands.
I took them, and he helped me stand on shaky legs. He knelt once again, pulling my panties from his back pocket. Watching him smile up at me as he slid them over my boots, up my legs, and under my skirt made me want to knock him on his back and sit on his face while I swallowed him whole.
I couldn’t get enough of him.
He rose again, brushing loose strands of hair out of my face before giving me a gentle kiss. “I think that workedverywell. How are you feeling?”
“Verygood. You have an unbelievably talented mouth. I want more.Somuch more.” I turned my back to him and looked at the hood of his car, grimacing as I saw the light scratches all over it. “Oh, Justin. I’m so sorry.”
I leaned forward to get a better look, and he pressed himself against my ass, which knocked me over onto my hands. He ground himself into me before leaning over, his hands resting next to mine.
“Hmm. Look atallthose scratches,” he said. I was about to apologize again, but he turned my face toward him so he could kiss me again. “Good girl.”
Why is it so hot when he says that?I wondered.
“At least I can pay to fix it now,” I said sheepishly.
He laughed and backed away, picking up the bag I’d dropped on the ground in front of the car. He handed it to me. “Not a chance. I’m leaving them. I’ll fix it if I sell it. Otherwise, those scratches are a souvenir.”
“Have I told you how painfully hot you are?”
He shrugged. “You could stand to say it a little more.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of my way. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re sexy. Now get in the car. We have some errands to run and fun to have. Well…morefun.”
We climbed in the car, and I was so glad he had tinted windows because I was able to watch both Damian and Asherglaringat the car as we drove by them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JUSTIN
When I got back to my apartment, I stared at the wall, and lost track of time. It had been quite an interesting night to say the least. It certainly hadn’t gone the way I’d planned.