Inked Ever After by Elle Aycart Read Free Book Online Page B

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old card. His cock didn’t mind in the least being played; on the contrary, two
strokes, and he was already standing at full salute.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Getting you off.”
    He stopped her hand. “Princess—”
    She noticed his reluctance and took out the big guns. “If
you’re a good boy, I may get myself off at the same time, with you watching.
What do you think?” she asked as she placed her other hand between her legs
over her skirt.
    Fuck. Shit.
    Were charges of public indecency solved with just a fine, or
was there jail time involved? It didn’t matter. He’d take his chances if it
meant he could see her jacking him and herself off in his truck in broad
daylight.
    “I’m never a good boy,” he warned her. “And you’re playing with
fire.”
    “I know. Let me make this more exciting.” She let go of him
and lifted her sweet ass, pulling her skirt up until he saw the top of her
thigh-highs and her garter. Jesus. Tate enjoyed wearing sexy underwear, even
when she was at work, which always drove him insane and ended with him fucking
her senseless all over the restaurant after closing.
    Flashing a mischievous grin, she opened her legs and slowly
ran her fingers over her satin panties, up and down her slit. His cock jerked
sharply, his heart thudding at triple speed. He loved seeing Tate masturbating;
it got him so turned on he could hardly breathe, let alone form coherent
thoughts. And Tate knew it.
    Still touching herself, she reached for him and palmed him
through his pants.
    “Fuck. This is a very bad idea.” His body had a mind of its
own, however. He ground his erection against her, clutching the wheel hard,
breathing through his need to touch her. Trying to remember he was in a fucking
vehicle. Thanking God they were off the highway and there was almost no traffic
on the small road they were traveling along—just forest on both sides.
    He threw a glance her way and caught her big silver eyes
glued to his groin, her teeth biting her lower lip, and his already rock-hard
cock swelled to monumental proportions. Shit, how the hell was he going to keep
a cool head when she was looking at him as if she wanted to eat him alive?
    “I know what you’re doing,” he said roughly. She was trying
to distract him—and she was fucking succeeding.
    Her smile was sweet and innocent. “Baby, it’s gonna be
difficult to watch me and the road at the same time,” she whispered as she
breached her panties and began playing with her clit. “And I kind of want your
undivided attention.”
    Shit, shit. He couldn’t tell what was going on under the
cloth, but suddenly the muscles in her arm tensed as she delved lower and
slipped her fingers inside. Her eyes fluttered closed, a gasp leaving her lips.
Then she pressed her legs together and her back bowed, her gasp transforming
into a hoarse moan, her grip on his cock tightening harshly. Jesus. How the
fuck was he supposed to resist that?
    Not content with tormenting him through his jeans, she began
working his zipper. Rather clumsily, which just made matters worse.
    James growled, praying they’d reach a turn soon so he could
get off the road before all his blood defected south and he became a mindless,
babbling idiot and ran them against a fucking tree. He couldn’t do this while
driving, but fuck if he wasn’t seeing it through.
    The god of all horny males must have heard and taken pity on
him, for he hit pay dirt fast, taking a steep right turn and getting them off
the road and onto a secluded path that headed into the forest. By the time he
got there, his brain wasn’t functioning anymore, his hard-on was fucking
leaking, and he had the worst case of blue balls in the history of car sex. She
was panting and pressing her hand against her pussy, her fingers deep inside
her.
    “Don’t fucking dare come until I can get my hands on you.”
    “Hurry,” she whispered, her eyes heavy-lidded.
    He parked and reached for her, wrapping his hand around