Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“How about some makeup sex right here, right now?” I drawled with a playful wiggle of my eyebrows.
“I really wish you wouldn’t,” Jack piped up from the front.
He popped the bubble we’d been floating in, causing Keaton to jolt, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks. I tossed him a frown, but he just smiled innocently back at me in the rearview mirror.
Keaton tried to scramble off my lap, and I let her but kept her snugly against me. “I guess we’ll wait until we’re home for the makeup sex,” I told her in a low voice. “But we’re going to make out like a couple of horny teenagers for the rest of the drive.” She giggled and blushed even harder when I winked at her and slid my hand down her back to squeeze one of her ass cheeks.
She glanced back self-consciously, so I grasped her chin and brought it back around to face me, then sealed our mouths together before she could overthink it. It didn’t take long before she once again forgot where we were and melted into me, her hands cupping my face and her body moving restlessly against me. One of her hands slipped into my lap and cupped my erection.
“Shit. Baby, if you don’t stop rubbing yourself all over me, I’m going to fucking come,” I rasped against her lips. “If you make me come in my pants in the back of a car like a fucking teenager, there will be consequences.”
“Hmmm, consequences. That sounds interesting,” she sassed with a smirk.
I narrowed my eyes and hardened my jaw, giving the impression of anger, though what I was really doing was suppressing the urge to laugh. She was so fucking adorable.
“I think it might be time to break out the cuffs.”
Her eyes widened a little, and she lost the smirk with a hard swallow. “Um…handcuffs?”
My roguish smile grew as I nodded. “Mmhmm. Bad girls get restrained while their man torments them.”
She still looked a little uneasy, and I got serious for a minute. I would never do anything she didn’t like or that made her afraid of me.
“Do you trust me?” I asked solemnly. She nodded without hesitation, and when she realized that, it cleared away some of the nerves. “Then believe me when I say that I would never hurt you. They are fur-lined Cozy Cuffs, beautiful.” I locked my gaze with hers. “I will always take care of you. Even when I’m punishing you,” I finished with a wink. The anxiousness in her eyes dissipated completely and was replaced by a spark of curiosity.
“Now, that leaves only one question.” I put my finger to my chin and stared at the roof as I pretended to contemplate. “Which method should I use to torment you? I could kiss and touch you and drive you fucking mad until you are so desperate, you beg me to let you come. Or I could make you come so hard, over and over, that you’ll be so fucking exhausted you pass out.”
She shivered and wiggled her ass, and her brown eyes practically glowed with burning need. I held her still again and inhaled deeply, trying to get myself under control. I hadn’t been kidding about coming in my pants. My dick was a steel fucking rod. I told it to have patience, but he had other ideas, and images of fucking my wife in the back of my Escalade wouldn’t stop flashing in my head.
Shit. Shit. Shit. My eyes darted to the scenery outside the window and desperately hoped we were almost home.
Hallefuckinglujah.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted my brownstone. We pulled into the garage a minute later, and I lifted Keaton off of my lap and climbed out of the car faster than I expected, considering my stiff condition. Then I reached all the way in and hauled Keaton out, lifting her right into my arms and marching to the door.
I placed my thumb on the pad and waited for it to scan my print.
“Hey, Garret?” I glanced over at Jack, not really paying attention, my focus on getting my wife naked. “Next time we replace your car, we’re getting one with privacy glass.”
Keaton buried her head in my neck, her laughter muffled against my skin. The lock on the door disengaged right then, so I didn’t even answer him as I rushed into the house.
“That was kind of rude,” Keaton admonished me with a giggle.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I grunted as I took the stairs two at a time. “If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
We entered the bedroom, and I gently dropped her onto the mattress. I pointed to her and gave her a stern look. “Don’t fucking move, beautiful,” I commanded.
I went into the closet and grabbed a box I’d stashed back there after an impromptu foray into a lingerie store one day. Then I rummaged through a drawer for the handcuffs that Miles’s wife had jokingly sent as a “wedding present.”