Page 29 of The Girlfriend Card (Vegas Sin #4)

Sneaky Snake

Ottavia

T he Porsche growled as I maneuvered us down the street. Which street? Good question. I’ve got no idea. I was so focused on the task at hand, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I gripped the steering wheel, that I was completely unaware of where we were or where we were heading.

Thankfully, I didn’t really need to know. All I had to do was Dakota’s directions.

“Turn left here,” he said, and I obeyed.

I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure I could do it—putting around a parking lot is one thing, but being out on the actual road, with cars all around us, is another thing entirely.

But with each successful shift, lane change, and turn, I felt a growing sense of empowerment and the confidence that I could do this.

A red light lay up ahead. I put the car in neutral and we slowed to a stop.

“We’re going to make a right at the light, okay?” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

“Got it,” I said with a determined little head bob.

While we waited for the light to change—and I’m embarrassed to admit this, but—the vibrations of the sporty engine reverberated through the car, pulsating my body. I shifted in my seat, squeezing my thighs together, trying to stave off the thrumming that lapped at my tingling nerves.

Really, Ottavia? I thought, torturing myself. Do you have to be this big of a virgin?

Which, really, was one more reason I shouldn’t be on the road right now.

God, I was so worked up after making out with Dakota.

I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration, thinking of what could’ve been.

I was so close to climbing on top of him, right then and there.

Would it have been cramped? Sure. Would I have minded? Not at all.

Does that make me pathetic, that I’d wait this long, only for my first time to be in a car in the middle of some factory parking lot?

Maybe. Then again, it can’t be much more pathetic than still being a virgin at twenty-one, when I’m not clinging to any religious reasons or saving myself for marriage or anything like that.

I was relieved when the light turned green, so I could stop obsessing over the longing that throbbed between my thighs.

“You’re doing fucking phenomenal, Ottavia,” Dakota said. “We’re almost there.”

My heart swooned. He was so supportive. No one had ever done anything this sweet for me before in my life.

“Thanks.” I smiled at him. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.” He grinned. “Take a right here.”

His directions took us deeper into the city. My anticipation began to grow as he led me through a street lined with towering high-rise buildings.

“See that building?” Dakota asked, pointing. It stood tall and imposing, blending seamlessly with the urban landscape. “Turn into the entrance.”

I turned carefully, and we glided smoothly into the entrance of the building’s parking garage. The surroundings transformed, the air growing cooler and engine echoing off of the concrete walls, as we entered the underground area.

“Should you take over?” I asked uncertainly.

But he shook his head. “Nah, you’re doing great, babe.”

I followed the tight turns of the corridor as we went down a level, deeper into the garage. Dakota pointed at an open parking spot. “You can park there.”

I brought the car to a stop and switched the engine off.

“I did it!” I shrieked, clapping my hands.

Dakota cheered and gave me a high five. “Great fucking job, Ottavia!”

We hopped out. I ran and jumped into his arms. Dakota caught me in midair as if I weighed nothing, and spun me around.

“Thank you so much!” I said. “That was so much fun!”

“Your first time driving, and it was a stick,” he said, chuckling.

I knew Leo wouldn’t be happy about us not being “discreet” enough, but when Dakota reached for my hand, it only felt natural to give him mine. We walked together, our hands clasped, through the parking garage.

“So where are we, anyway?”

He gave me a mischievous smile. “This is my building.”

“You sneaky snake,” I teased, and pinched his butt—or tried to pinch it, anyway, but his hockey butt was a solid mass of round, gravity-defying muscle, and my fingers simply glanced off of it, unable to clamp down or get a purchase on anything.

Dakota, however, had no such troubles with me—and I yelped when he gave my ass a pinch, “Yow!”

“Where’d you think I was going to take you?” he asked. “Leo’s? Your dad’s ?”

I snickered. “You mean you don’t want to have dinner with my dad again?”

“Shocking, I know. I had so much fun the first time.”

We entered the building, and a waiting elevator slid its doors open for us. We stepped in and Dakota bopped the button for the penthouse.

“Oooh, penthouse? You didn’t tell me you lived in the penthouse,” I said.

He chuckled. “Please. I know I can’t impress you with money, so I’m not gonna try.”

“Aw.” I softly laughed. “I’m still impressed, Dakota. You’re a professional athlete.”

Our eyes locked as we waited for the doors to close, anticipation crackling in the air.

As soon as the doors shut, we were alone.

Dakota and I came together, pressing our bodies and mouths together in a raw and fervent union.

The inherent risk that the elevator could halt on any floor added an extra layer of excitement to our passionate frenzy.

I felt him growing between us, long and hard, a naughty thrill that made my pussy clench with desire.

“You got me so worked up earlier,” I whispered in his ear.

“Did I?” he asked, a fire in his eyes. I could tell he liked hearing that. His hand glided down the small of my back, and he possessively grabbed my ass.

“You sure did.” Standing on my tip-toes, I whispered a single word in his ear: “Feel.”

Dakota pushed me up against the elevator wall and reached a hand up my sundress. The cold steel against my shoulders was a stark contrast to his sultry kisses, and the warmth of his big hand as it traveled up my thigh to the damp spot between my legs.

“Oh my God,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse and filled with lust as he gently stroked the crotch of my panties. “You’re so wet, Ottavia.”

“I told you,” I sang.

“Your pussy feels so hot, too …” Dakota slipped an eager but confident hand under my panties, running his fingers along my moist folds. But just before he could enter me—

Ding.

The elevator ground to a halt, its doors opening on the penthouse floor.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a groan of frustration.

Dakota grinned. “Is it just me, or do we keep getting interrupted?”

“It’s definitely not just you,” I grumbled.

“Good thing I live alone.” He took my hand and led me out of the elevator. “Come. I’m right down the hall.”