Page 177 of Sinclair Duet

He flashed me a devious grin. “Using my own words against me.”

It was my turn to be in control. “Move your seat back.”

“Fuck, Ella.”

Maybe it was the wine or the atmosphere of the restaurant. It was more likely my first public orgasm; whatever the muse, I wanted to give Damien a taste of what I experienced.

“I’m not turning you down.” He hit a button, moving the driver’s seat back.

I took one more look out the windshield, seeing the streetlights along Keystone Avenue. It wasn’t as if we were on an interstate. There were businesses and houses all around. Other cars passed, and we had a series of stoplights in our future.

A smile came to my lips at the growing bulge beneath his pants.

Yes, Damien sought control, but what was happening to his body was my doing. Getting to my knees on the seat, I quickly unfastened his button and lowered the zipper. Pushing the silky material of his boxer briefs down, I freed his growing cock and lapped the shining tip.

“Fuck,” he growled, tightening his grip of the steering wheel.

Despite the cool breeze of the air conditioning, my body warmed as I savored his spicy taste. “Eyes on the road, Mr. Sinclair.”

I wrapped my lips around him, slowly sliding down his length and not stopping until the head of his penis hit the back of my throat.

Curses filled the car.

Up and down, I bobbed my head. Using my tongue, I teased the tip before tightening my lips and sucking. In mere seconds, his penis grew both in length and girth, hard as steel. I continued licking and moving my head.

Damien’s hand came to the back of my head as his hips began to buck. “Fuck, Ella. Take it. All of it.”

Faster I sucked and bobbed, the pressure from his hand keeping me focused as my nipples tightened and more moisture dampened my thighs. Damien’s ragged breathing and movements of his hips let me know that he was close. Unbelievably, so was I. This was hotter than I imagined. And I’d been imagining it ever since I came at the restaurant.

I felt the car swerve before Damien slammed on the brakes.

“Fucking Christ,” he called out as both hands came to my head, his fingers entangling in my hair.

I couldn’t stop if I wanted.

I didn’t want to stop.

The knowledge that I was making the great Damien Sinclair lose control was like jet fuel coursing through my bloodstream. I was on autopilot as I continued my mission. Reaching for his balls, I twisted and rubbed.

His hips jumped as he cursed the seat belt.

A deep, resonating roar echoed throughout the automobile as he came, filling my mouth with his salty seed. Lap after lap, I swallowed as the tenseness in his body released and his praises continued. “Good girl. That was…”

Lifting my face, I grinned. “Payback.”

With his hands on both sides of my face, Damien lifted my lips to his. Strong and possessive as always, this kiss said more. It said that I was his and he was mine. It said I wasn’t disappearing but growing.

When we came up for breath, I sat up and looked around. “Where are we?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

We both laughed.

“I can be inappropriate too,” I said.

“It’s a deal. We can spend the rest of our lives trying to outdo one another, rekindling our desire.”

“That sounds like a proposal. Was that a proposal, Mr. Sinclair?”