Deep Surrendering (Episode Two) by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online

hadn’t even had that much wine.
    “Home, Carl,” Fin said, which finally hit my giggle button.
    “What’s so funny?” he said.
    “I’m sorry. You saying, ‘home, Carl’ was just funny. I couldn’t help it. Sorry. I’m in a weird mood tonight.” His fingers stroked my shoulder.
    “Well, that could work in my favor. Weird moods are my forte.” I glanced at Carl, but like any good hired help, he pretended to be furniture that had no ears.
    “Are they?” I said, looking at him. His hand moved from my shoulder down my arm, and his other hand started making its way to my lap. Oh.
    “Stop it,” I muttered, casting another glance at Carl. There was no way I was going to let him feel me up with someone else only feet away.
    “Make me,” he said, sliding his hand down the front of my jeans and making me gasp.
    Carl just kept driving and humming softly to himself. My intuition told me this wasn’t the first time activity like this had occurred in this car.
    I thought about slapping his hand away. I thought about moving across the seat to the window. But I did neither of those things.
    I was stressed from dealing with my mother and from all the studying, and I wanted a release. So I let my head fall back and closed my eyes as Fin stroked the front of my jeans. Even through the layer of thick fabric, I could feel the warmth on my most sensitive of places. He shifted so he could get a better angle and increased both the pressure and speed of his movements. Almost against my will, my hands drifted upward, pinching my nipples, and I bit my lip to conceal a moan.
    Car horns and squealing brakes sounded around us, but I was wrapped in a cloud of pleasure with Fin.
    “You like it when I touch you, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” I whispered. My hips started grinding into his hand, pushing and wanting more.
    “Good,” he said, and withdrew his hand. My eyes snapped open and I stared at him in shock. He just had a grin on his face as he stretched his arms up and touched the ceiling of the car.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” I didn’t keep my voice down. Carl coughed in the front seat and I swore I saw him and Fin exchange a look in the rearview mirror.
    “Oh, did you want me to continue?” He was asking for a slap in the face. Well, two could play at that game.
    “No, not really,” I said, moving away from him and shifting so I was staring out the window. I couldn’t do anything about my breathing and the fact that I was so turned on, but I could try to hide it. I could feel Fin staring at me from across the seat, and then I heard him chuckle.
    We were playing a game. Teasing each other. I’d never played like this with someone before. It got my blood running and left me in a constant state of being turned on.
    This was singlehandedly the best and worst relationship I’d ever been in.

 
     
     
     
     

     
    When we got to his place, Fin stepped out of the car without another word to me. Carl helped me out with an impassive look on his face. Good man. I wanted to give him a tip.
    And then I looked up at the building. Of course Fin would be living in one of the most expensive buildings in Boston. OF COURSE. The lights in the windows winked down at me with superiority. YOU ARE NOT WORTHY, MARISOL, they said.
    “Intimidated?” Fin’s voice made me jump.
    “Psh, are you kidding? I was totally going to live here, but they, uh, didn’t have a place that was up to my standards.”
    “Oh, I’m sure. Hopefully my place will be up to snuff.”
    “Well, we’ll see. Carl, are you available as my getaway driver?” I said the last part over my shoulder. Carl’s face almost cracked a smile.
    “I’m at your service, Miss Everly.” I grinned at Fin.
    “Traitor,” he said to Carl, but I caught him slipping the man a twenty behind my back.
    We proceeded through the lobby, where Fin stopped at the concierge desk and spoke to a man in a well-pressed suit in a low voice so I couldn’t hear what he said. The concierge