“Did you enjoy watching me get my dick sucked?” My cheeks heat. “No.” A cocky smirk pulls at his lips. “Liar.” “I didn’t,” I exclaim, squirming in my seat. “But I’ll cover for you as long as you never bring it up again.” Witnessing that was an unfortunate mishap and the last thing I need is to hear him using it to torment me whenever the urge strikes. The tendons in his hand flex as he tightens his grip around the steering wheel. “I bet you wish it was your lips wrapped around my cock.”
