Page 117 of Accidental Theirs

I look over at Olivia bemusedly.

“What?”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Nothing.”

She frowns. “Do I have chip stuff on my face?”

I lean over, thumbing a crumb from her lower lip. “Not anymore.”

Her pale green eyes go dark with want, and I lick my lips, leaning toward her.

“It might be a while before anyone shows up.” Her voice is innocent, her eyes wide as she looks at me.

“Is that so?”

My words rumble in my chest as I slide my hand up her thigh.

She gasps, spreading her legs instinctively as I get closer to her sex, my fingers climbing up her inner thigh.

“Damien,” she breathes, and I shift closer to her, inwardly cursing the gear shift that’s in the way.

I find the snaps of the bodysuit and make quick work of unbuttoning them.

My fingers slide against her lower lips, finding her slick and hot.

She rocks her hips, moaning softly.

The car is starting to fog up from the inside, but I don’t care.

If I’m honest, the stakeout is the furthest thing from my mind.

I moan when I sink my fingers into her, and she clenches around me.

“So tight. So hot.”

“God.” She rocks against my fingers.

I watch her fuck herself on them, mesmerized, before pumping them harder, deeper.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over my fingers?”

“Yes. Yes, Damien,fuck!”

Her body shudders all over as she comes apart, and I can’t help but pant against her neck as she claws at my back and shoulders.

I’m as hard as diamond in my gray sweats, and when she comes down, she gives me a knowing smirk.

“I can take care of that.”

“Fuck.” I rub the inside of the windshield to see out of it. “Someone’s at the hall of records. They’re about to put in the key code.”

Olivia scrambles to button back her bodysuit, and I have a deep conversation with my dick to calm the hell down.

I’m all but running when I get to the door and grab onto the man’s shoulder.

He’s lanky, tall, but I don’t recognize him from behind.

He squeals and turns and recognition washes over me.