Page 44 of Hurt Me Not
“This is just so you can stop acting so shocked when you look out the window of my home and office.”
Her tone seemed annoyed, but her words didn't sting. They warmed.
Just as I was about to turn to her and tell her how sweet of a gesture this was, I noticed another car to our left. Lights off, and the obvious way it was shaking told me the people inside were not just sightseeing.
“Did you…”
The words died on my tongue when I met her gaze.
“Did I…?” She raised a brow.
“Nothing. I just thought…” I turned to look back at the view, my face heating.
“Is my little slut thinking of something inappropriate?”
I forced my thighs together.
Yes, I totally am.
“To answer your unspoken question, I brought you here to look at the view, not so you could think about getting railed in the back of a car like a teenager.”
I peeked out at her from behind the hair that had fallen in front of my face.
“The view is beautiful, thank you.”
She leaned her elbow on the steering wheel as she looked at me.
“But…?”
I swallowed thickly.
“Are you sure you didn’t bring me here to fuck me?”
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Is that your way of asking me to do it, Pearl? Do you want me to show these people how we can rock a car?”
It was a tease. She wanted me to ask for it, and when I didn’t, she let out an annoyed sigh and unbuckled her seatbelt. I moved to grab her arm and stop her from leaving the car, but she was too quick.
“Get out here, Pearl.”
My heart stopped in my chest as my panties dampened. And, like the desperate whore I was, I scurried out of the car and found myself pressed against the door, Emerson’s body covering mine, her hands moving up the outside of my thighs. I inhaled sharply.
“Was a whole day ofdelayed gratificationenough for you, my little slut?” I shivered as she ran her tongue up my neck. “Get in the back.”
As soon as she moved away, I opened the door and slipped in, but I had no time to react before Emerson followed and pressed her lips against mine. She gave me a bruising kiss before moving down my neck.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
Her hands grasped my button-up, and in one strong movement, she tore it apart, buttons flying everywhere.
“My uniform!”
“You won't be needing that anymore,” she said, her hands coming to grope my breasts.
She was rough, her kisses and touch bruising. But there was a need to it. I wasn’t the only one who was desperate.
For a moment, it felt like we were teenagers scrambling for whatever alone time we could have.
