Page 74 of Forbidden Fruit
She stays silent for a beat, then shrugs. “I’m fine,” she says, dismissive, but I know enough to recognize that when a woman says I’m fine, she’s anything but.
“Blair…”
“Just let it go, Calvin. I’m fine.” She finally turns to look at me, and I probably would’ve dropped it if it weren’t for the pain I see flickering in her eyes.
“Jarad,” I say, “find somewhere discreet to pull over. I think Miss Miller and I need to have a conversation.”
She groans, rolling her eyes. “Calvin, this is unnecessary…”
“Sure thing, boss,” Jarad says, and the next few minutes pass in tense silence. She’s glaring at me, and I let her, holding my own silence because I know she hates it when I don’t react. Finally, Jarad finds a quiet spot, parks, and gets out to give us some privacy.
She crosses her arms and huffs. “That was unnecessarily dramatic. We were practically at the penthouse.”
I raise a brow, waiting her out. When she doesn’t give me what I want, I lean back, folding my arms, matching her stubbornness with my own patience. “You know I don’t like to repeat myself, Peach. We’ll sit here all night if we have to. I’m a very patient man.”
She narrows her eyes, annoyed. “You’re an infuriating man, that’s what you are.”
“Careful.” My voice drops just enough for her to know I’m serious, and she rolls her eyes. Naturally, I chuckle. She’s got fire in her, and I’ll be damned if I don’t love every spark. She has no idea how much that fire of hers pulls me in.
“What are we doing, Calvin?” she asks, throwing her arms up in defeat.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“This. Us!” She gestures between us. “I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be doing this with my sister’s fiancé. God, I feel like such a horrible person, and coming here to meet your mother and brother makes everything more complicated.” She blows out a breath, clearly anguished. “We need to stop this…”
I know I need to stop her train of thought before I actually lose her. “Come here,” I demand, and she scoffs, shaking her head.
“I think…” I say, my hands moving to my belt, the metallic click of the buckle breaking the silence in the car, “you have a thing about making me repeat myself,” I continue, sliding the belt free slowly. My eyes lock onto hers as I let the weight of my words settle. “And you know how much I despise that.”
In the confined space of the car, I hear her swallow hard. Her nervousness is palpable, but so is her resolve.
“Safe word?” I ask more softly, offering a way out if she wants it. But the fire in her gaze tells me she won’t.
“Velvet,” she whispers, voice barely audible but unwavering.
“Good.” I smirk. “Five… four…”
Before I reach three, she shifts. Reluctantly, she slides across the smooth leather seat, her attitude pouring off every move. She’s resisting, clinging to her control, but the undeniable pull between us is winning. When she’s close enough, I grab her, pulling her onto my lap, her legs straddling me.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I speak in a low whisper. “Let me make one thing very clear, Peach: youbecame mine the second you signed that contract. There’s no walking away unless I say so… or you use your safe word.”
I trail my hands down her thighs and grip the hem of her dress, pulling it up enough to expose the thin, teasing fabric of her thong. She shivers under my touch, the last fragments of resistance unraveling.
Dragging my palm over her perfect, round ass, I deliver two sharp spanks to each cheek. The sound of the impact fills the car, followed by her quick gasp. My mouth parts as I watch her, breath heavy and uneven, lips trembling as she bites down on them, an act that stirs something feral in me.
When my fingers graze her covered pussy, her breath catches. The fabric is already damp. Hooking a finger under the waistband of her thong, I drag it along her skin. She moans softly as my nail grazes her clit. With a sharp tug, I rip the flimsy barrier clean off.
“Sir…” she breathes, voice filled with need and surrender.
I guide her down, positioning her exactly how I want. My hand trails up her thigh, inching higher as her breathing hitches with every touch.
“You’ll do exactly as I say. Every. Single. Thing.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her voice trembling but eager.
“That’s my girl.” I smirk. “Now, open my slacks and take my dick out.”
Her hands move quickly to unzip my pants. I lift my hips slightly, helping her slide them down just enough, along with my briefs. When her hand wraps around me, I hiss at the contact.
