“Your car, Baby. It’s staying here.” I shake my head. “Yes,” He replies. “But…” I start to say, and he cuts me off. “Don’t ar-” he halts mid-word, his hands sliding up my body until he’s framing my face. “You can always argue with me. I won’t get mad. But right now, about this, I’m not changing my mind. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” His thumbs brush over my cheeks. “Not until I’ve gotten you home and buried myself in that sweet little pussy.”
