Page 142 of The Wedding

“Where haven’t you tasted my pussy?”

“I dunno, ma’am, it’s all you ever asked for during those first few weeks.” Jamie couldn’t help it. She laughed, and not because her hair tickled her skin. “I remember after I signed your contract and started working for you… all I wondered was when you were going to have sex with me again.”

“Really? I don’t recall how long it took me to get inside you again.”

“Bullshit! It was a while! You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking of this.”She jerked her thumbs at herself. “Even when you were flicking the bean. Come on.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never even touched myself that whole time.”

“All right, now I know that’s bullshit. You orgasm at least once a day, and if you don’t, we call the doctor.”

Etta leaned back in her seat, hands interlocking behind her head. God, she looks like such a priss. A hot priss, with her Armani sunglasses and jacket, perfectly fitted jeans that were the right amount of loose in the hips, and a single navy blue T-shirt that was made of the softest cotton. Jamie ran her fingers along it now, happy to know that Etta was just hot, not a priss.

“Not every day. That sounds exhausting.”

“Then you should go to a doctor, ma’am.” Jamie lived to feel Etta put an arm around her, with this warm breeze still touching her skin and the warmer sunlight making her feel so in love that her heart fluttered. “It’s like a glass of wine at dinner for you.”

She ran her hand down Etta’s abdomen, feeling not only the strength of her body but the top of her jeans.How about we recreate that day you first took me for a drive?

“Now, now,” Etta said, plucking that hand off her crotch. “Don’t get handsy, my flower. There’s plenty of time for that later.”

“Do you promise?”

“Is this what you want?” Etta loomed over her, hand grazing Jamie’s chin as she tipped her lips upward. “Are you not getting enough affection right now?”

Jamie felt her breath against her mouth.Kiss me, damnit. She didn’t dare instigate it herself. Not today. “Thought we might celebrate that first day we came up here, ma’am.”

“You know what I remember?” Her fingertips stroked Jamie’s cheek before disappearing into her hair. “Me offering to give you something back and you saying no.”

“Etta…”

“Lean back, my flower. It’s time for me to finally give back.”

Jamie snapped back, eyes wide open. “Huh?”

“You heard me.” Etta tapped the steering wheel with hasty fingers.What’s she gonna do with those?“Or are you going to disobey? Have you gotten so complacent today that you’ve forgotten what we’re doing?”

The collar was tight around Jamie’s throat. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Of course, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Then why are you hesitating? Go on. Lean back against the door and give yourself over to me.” The sharp look emanating from her eyes was enough to make Jamie quiver right there in her leather seat. Etta had the same thought as her. “Last time I got you all over my desk.” Her fingers tapped harder. “Now I want you all over my car.”

Jamie gasped when Etta launched from her seat and pushed her into the corner. Something dug into Jamie’s back, and she couldn’t figure out what. She also didn’t care. “Ma’am…”

Etta kissed her, for the first real time that day, lips hitting her like a brick to the head. Jamie was quick to wrap her hand around Etta’s neck and fall into the hypnotic rhythms of making out in the front seat of a car. Naturally, that wasn’t the only rhythm taking her over. She also felt Etta rub her thigh beneath her skirt, thumbs pressing hard, harder into flesh as they marched toward the red silk underwear Etta chose for Jamie to wear earlier that day.

“I knew you wanted it,” she whispered in her ear. Jamie was already atroia, a word she learned from spending half a day in Bonita’s presence. “You’re getting wetter the longer we sit here. Do you want me to do it?” She lightly smacked her thigh, and Jamie whimpered in time for Etta to kiss her again. Harder. Jamie’s head almost hit the seat behind her.Takinga powerful kiss from her takes a lot of effort. And I’ve got a lot of effort right now.

“Please,” she whispered back. The breeze was cooling, wasn’t it? Or maybe it was making her cool in the sunlight. We’re in public. Kinda. Technically. Was Etta seriously going to pleasure her somewhere anyone could drive up and see?I think I would die. From pleasure? From mortification? Jamie could not tell. “Do it.”

“Tell me,” Etta said, her smirk only matched by the teasing that now commenced between her legs.She wants to kill me. Of course she did. She wanted Jamie so eager that she wouldn’t say no to anything. It was already bad enough that her legs spread wide – or as wide as they could get – in the front seat of a Lamborghini. “Did you learn any good words when you were in Italy?”

Had she been reading Jamie’s mind again? “Nothing in particular, ma’am.”

“Let me give you a brief lesson.” Etta’s kisses were getting heavier. “Ogni volta che ti bacio dimentico dove sono.” Her voice growled on Jamie’s lips. “Do you know what that means?”

Jamie shook her head. Etta’s fingers pushed against her slit. “No, ma’am.”

“It means that every time I kiss you, I forget we’re in this car and that anything around us matters. Now, do you want me to further forget where the fuck I am?”