Hitched (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

“You’d rather come than tell me about your marriage?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. I drop my gaze from the road and nod, slow and unsure. “Fair enough, rabbit,” he says as I clutch the steering wheel. He rubs against my clit again before he opens me. He slips two fingers inside me, then withdraws his hand and rubs my unintended wetness over my clit. I shudder as my body responds to his touch. It feels so good, and that makes me feel so bad. So guilty. A small moan leaves my lips, and it darkens his eyes. “Does that feel good?” he asks, even though he knows. He can tell by the way I’m losing control of my body. My pelvis tilts against my will. I nod, but it’s not enough for him. “Tell me with your words.” He circles around my clit before brushing over it between every stroke of his fingers. “It feels good,” I whimper. “I’ll tell you my name if you come.” He dips his fingers into me again. “Do you wanna know my name, sweet bunny?” “Yes.” I pant the word.