Page 56 of Masked Seduction

Heat flickers through my veins, my pulse quickening. “Is that appropriate?”

He chuckles, a deep, rich sound that only makes my cheeks burn hotter. “Considering what we just did on my desk, Jenna, I think appropriate is a bit irrelevant now.”

“Fair,” I say, a reluctant smile slipping through. “But?—”

“There’s plenty of room,” he assures me, interrupting. “You’ll have your own office space if you want it. We can coordinate from there.”

Being in Abram’s apartment, his private space… the thought sends a wicked thrill straight down my spine. I bite my lip, trying to appear unaffected.

“Look, if you’re not comfortable with it,” he says, watching me closely, “you can take the rest of the day off. No pressure.”

I straighten immediately, shaking my head. “No, that’s fine. I’ll go with you.”

He smiles, genuine and pleased. “Good. I’m glad.”

My irritation at Daria begins to fade, replaced with anticipation. There’s something else too, something softer. Being wanted by Abram like this, seeing him genuinely pleased at the thought of me being close, feels good. Really good.

He stands, grabbing his keys from the desk. “You can ride with me. Easier than dealing with valet today.”

“Sure.”

I follow him down to the private elevator and into the basement garage. When we reach his parking space, the car parked there makes my jaw drop. A sleek, powerful black Mercedes-Maybach, waiting for us.

“Wow,” I breathe.

He smirks, opening the passenger door for me. “Get in.”

I slide onto buttery soft leather seats, inhaling deeply. Everything smells like him—leather and something deliciously masculine. He slides into the driver’s seat, taking control with practiced ease.He grips the steering wheel and starts the engine, the car humming quietly to life.

We glide through Vegas traffic, the city shimmering in the morning sunlight. It’s weird being with him in his car, outside of the office. No work interruptions, no ringing phones or unexpected visitors. Just us.

Abram glances sideways at me, eyes glittering. “You’re staring.”

I flush, turning to face forward again. “You look good behind the wheel.”

He chuckles. “Glad you think so.”

I bite back a smile. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” he says, grinning, his hand slipping from the wheel and moving gently onto my thigh. My heartbeat accelerates immediately.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, my voice hitching despite my effort to sound calm.

“Keeping you close,” he says, palm sliding slightly higher. “That’s why I wanted you with me today. So I could show you exactly just how close I’d like you to be.”

My breath hitches again, and I part my thighs instinctively, heart hammering in anticipation. His hand moves higher, fingertips tracing teasing patterns over my legs. Even through the fabric, the heat from his touch radiates into my skin, pooling heat low in my belly.

His eyes stay on the road, completely calm and composed, but his hand grows bolder, slipping beneath my skirt. I gasp softly, gripping the leather seat as pleasure spirals through me. He smiles, eyes still straight ahead, completely in control as he strokes and teases, slipping deeper, caressing exactly where I need him most.

“Abram,” I whisper, head dropping back against the headrest. My hips rock instinctively into his hand, body humming with desperate need.

“Relax,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”

His fingers swirl gently before firmly pressing in exactly the right spot, working me expertly, steadily. His fingertip drags up along my lips, spreading me just enough to tease my clit perfectly.

Pleasure coils tight and hot, breath coming faster as I spiral closer to the edge. I barely recognize the city streets sliding by, aware only of his hand, his touch, the skillful way he plays my body.

“I’m…” I choke out, arching helplessly.