Chapter 142

Madison

His eyebrows rose slightly when he encountered no barrier. “Well, well. What have we here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said primly, staring straight ahead.

“No?” His fingers slipped between my thighs, finding the evidence of my arousal. “You’re soaked, Madison. Is this for me?”

I bit my lip, refusing to answer.

“Did you take them off in the bathroom?” he asked, his voice husky as his fingers explored my wetness.

“Yes,” I admitted, my breath catching as his fingers slid between my folds. I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing I’d done it for him. “Don’t read too much into it.”

“No?” His thumb brushed against my clit, making me jerk in the seat. “Your pussy seems to be telling a different story.”

I bit my lip to keep from moaning. “My pussy doesn’t speak for me.”

“Give them to me.”

“What?”

“Your panties. I know they’re in your purse.” His fingers continued their maddening explo