Page 53 of Kat Bethel

As if I could think of anything else.

Right there.

No. Stop.

Don’t you dare.

Every muscle clenched. I couldn’t fight it. I was too weak here on the edge of an orgasm that I knew was going to rock my world.

The next thrust was savage, and I knew it would leave me deliciously sore later. His fingers on my clit were relentless.

Think of anything else.

Anything else.

Like when Abiel used his tongue to make me see heaven?

Not that!

Pain sliced across the back of my neck, but it hurt in a way that threw me over the edge. I screamed in uncontrollable pleasure as ecstasy hit me like a typhoon. Excess moisture filled my jeans, but I was too far gone to care.

Every nerve sparked with a feeling that reminded me of deep, passionate kisses and heartbreak.

For a single moment, I was lifted above these real world problems. All that was left was the rapture sparking across nerves I didn’t even know I had.

My thighs and breathing shook as I finally came back to Earth. Humans were never going to be enough again.

I knew I needed to be angry that he pulled this little stunt, but I was too busy basking in the aftermath of pleasure. That was probably the point.

Manipulative asshole.

That didn’t have enough fire to it, even inside my mind.

My eyes slowly opened, and I struggled to make sense of my surroundings.

Where was I?

The tow truck.

Shit.

The truck was pulled over in the shoulder lane, so he definitely noticed something wasn’t right. Busted red-handed.

What's the best lie? Seizure? Yeah.

Could I make him believe it?

It was more plausible than being fucked by a shadow right in front of him.

I turned and found the driver smiling right at me with a gleam in his eyes that made me press myself closer to the door. “I’m so sorry, sir. I’m epileptic.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, sweetheart.” His grin grew until it twisted into something that made me want to jump out of my skin. “What do you have? A toy? I like toys.”

“Good for you.” I cleared my voice when it came out husky. Not wanting to encourage him anymore. “But really, it’s a medical condition.”

“Look at all that squirt.” He chuckled, his eyes glued to my wet crotch.

“It’s piss.” I put enough crude authority in my voice that it would make him back off, but my face was on fire again. No matter how I sliced it, this was embarrassing.