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"I don’t have to hold your hand," he tells htly "I wanted to, but I don’t have to You can go easy on s It’s okay Really" He moves my hand back to h "But, I do want to touch you soazes atto be decent and not throw you in the back, but it’s bloody torture with you in this skirt" He slides his hand a bit higher, inching it closer to the apex of hs

Throw me in the back? Yes! I want that! Screw decency!

I suppress a ue I don’t want to sound too anxious, even though I’ us off the road, which will in turn free hientle squeeze My toes curl Desire blooms low in my belly

"Did you wear this so I could slide s? I think you did I think you wanted to drive"Yeass," I breathe My mouth falls open

Yeass? Did I really just combine yeah and yes? Think before you speak, Brooke!

He chuckles as the car rolls forward

I try and spreadthat’s now pulsing with a deether, restricted by the for material of my bloody skirt

I grunt in frustration, until I re bare-assed in Mason’s vehicle? Nope Not one damn bit And noould be the worst possible tirip the he Mason to dive right in, but before I can reveal the fact that I’, he slides his hand in the opposite direction it needs to be going and thwartshis hand back on h, closer to my knee, far, far away from where I need him

"What? Cooes stiff when I try and pry it off"Give me your hand I want to hold it"

His profile lifts as he stares ahead at the road "Yeah? You want to hold it?"

"Yes"

"With what? That sweet little cunt you were just trying to show ape at him Good Lord Did he just say

That accent, paired with anything even reh to put me in the record books as the first wo I am now officially the wettest I have ever been in et up and there is a da ain

He briefly looks at me "Well?"