Page 26 of Scandalous Contract

I bet he would grip my hair and pump into my mouth. I bet he’d let out that same low groan he had on the dance floor when I’d uttered those scandalous words to him. Let’s find out. I crossed my legs, causing my already short dress to rise even higher.

“I know we haven’t seen many cars on this back road,” I started. “But you should still keep your eyes forward. A deer or something could run out in front of the car. We don’t want things to end before they even begin.”

His gaze darted to my thighs, and his fingers flexed around the wheel again. “It’s hard to focus with you sitting beside me.”

The words came out low, tight, strained. His voice was filled with need. He was struggling, holding on to the last thread of restraint he had. And something about knowing that I was the reason for it made me want to push him over the edge.

My gaze flickered back to his lap. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips. I wanted a taste. Just one. To see if he tasted as good as he looked. The taste of my favorite coffee creamer came to mind:Italian Sweet Crème.

“What do you need me to do to help you focus better?” I asked, my voice softer now, lower, dripping with the same need he had.

Julian didn’t answer right away. His grip on the wheel tightened further. His jaw ticked. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He was thinking. I was pretty sure we were thinking the same thing. It was time for his cock to meet my tongue.

“If I tell you,” he finally said, voice rough. “Will you do it?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

That was all he needed to hear. Julian pulled the car over so suddenly that I gasped. The tires crunched against the gravel as he brought us to a stop on the side of the road. A thrill ran through me.

Honestly, I’d planned on doing it while he drove. But this... this was better. Before I could reach for his seat belt, he was already moving, unbuckling it. Then he opened the car door.Wait... Where was he going?

I frowned as he climbed out of the car, confusion flickering through me. What was he up to? My frown remained in place as he walked behind the vehicle and approached my side of the car. A second later, my door opened, and he was standing there, staring down at me.

Oh, I knew what he was doing!

He wanted me to give him head while he stood in front of me. The tequila and I were down with that. Plus, his standing in front of me had me at eye level with the tent in his pants. It was time for us to properly introduce ourselves.

Before I could lift my hand to reach for his buckle, he leaned into the car. I barely had time to register what he was doing before his hands were on my seatbelt, unbuckling me. Our eyes met. There was that wicked smirk I loved.

“Get in the backseat,” he murmured.

Hold on... what?

CHAPTER SEVEN

STEFANIE