Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
She was dressed in some barely there excuse for a costume that looked a hell of a lot more like expensive lingerie than anything you’d buy in a plastic package at Party City. Black lace clung to her like it had been poured over her body, all dainty lines and wicked little cutouts, with sheer panels that showed just enough skin to make my brain short-circuit. A tiny skirt barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, and her heels were liquid black and sky high.
In her good hand, she held a baseball bat, the end of it resting against the concrete before she slowly lifted it and slung it over her shoulder like she was deciding whether to seduce me or cave my skull in.
Then, she tilted her head.
And crooked one finger at me.
A laugh punched out of me before I could stop it, sharp and disbelieving as I threw the Bronco into park.
“What the fuck,” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand down my jaw.
Because I genuinely couldn’t decide if I should be turned on or absolutely terrified.
Unfortunately for me, the answer was both.
At her insistence, I put the car in drive again and parked in the parking spot she’d waved me into — one wedged between two large, lifted trucks. As soon as I was parked, she stopped at my bumper for a second before hopping in the passenger seat. She leaned the bat against her door, the butt of it by her feet.
And then she revealed a second mask.
It matched hers, except the exes and cross-stitching were blue. She let it dangle off her finger, and I didn’t have to be able to see her face to know she was pinning me with a wicked grin.
“I’m guessing this is on the list?”
She nodded, not saying a word, like she didn’t want to spoil the role play by breaking the illusion.
With a smirk, I swiped the mask from her finger, shaking my head at it before I pulled it over my face.
I could still see her, though now it was through a blue neon and black fabric haze. She held her finger by her mouth like she’d be biting it with satisfaction if the mask wasn’t in the way. I laughed.
I knew car sex was on her list, but I hadn’t expected it quite like this.
I looked around us even as my heart kicked up its pace in anticipation. “We need to be careful,” I said. “This is close to the stadium and my license plate—”
She held up her phone wordlessly, showing me a photo of my license plate covered by a thick black cloth.
The trucks on either side of us served as a barrier almost as good as a wall.
It was still risky, but it was a calculated risk — and something about the fact that she’d gone through all those precautions for me had me harder than the sight of her in lingerie.
Emily took her time crawling across the console, like she wanted to exaggerate every move knowing I couldn’t see her face. She used her nails to tap and drag and tease, arching her back and poking her ass up to give me the most insane view — especially with that mask in my face.
I groaned at the sight — the swell of her breasts framed with lace, her ass peeking out under her skirt, her heels propped up on the seat. I couldn’t kiss her with these masks between us, so I used my hands, reaching out to help her climb into my lap and making sure she didn’t use her injured arm.
“You are a very naughty girl,” I praised, running my knuckles down the side of her face. She leaned into the touch like a cat, all while her fingernails dragged down my chest and slid between us.
She found me hard and needy, and a breathy sigh of approval was all she let loose when she palmed me through my athletic shorts. I let my head fall back at the feel, the way her hand squeezed and worked, the way she knew just what it took to rev me up.
Her ass hit the horn, blaring it for a long second before she jolted her hips up.
We were shock still for a moment.
And then we burst out laughing.
“Shhh,” I warned, holding a finger up to my mouth before I slid my hand down between the seat and the door to let my seat back more. That gave her more room to fully sit.
And fuck, what a sight it was to have her seated there like that.
Her tits were pushed up and spilling over the lacy top she wore, the straps of fabric slicing over her arms and ribs in a mesmerizing pattern. Her skirt was bunched at her hips now, and when I reached up to wrap one hand around her throat and slide the other between her legs, I found her bare pussy framed between a garter set.