Chapter 211

Madison

I gasped against his mouth as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my dress, finding the sensitive skin above my stockings.

“You’ve been teasing me all through lunch,” he murmured against my lips.

“Me?” I pulled back slightly. “You’re the one playing footsie under the table.”

“And you loved every second.” His teeth grazed my lower lip. “Admit it.”

I didn’t answer, instead pressing my mouth back to his. His hand slid higher, fingers brushing against the edge of my underwear. My breath hitched as he traced the lace barrier.

“So wet already,” he observed, his voice low and rough. “Is this for me, Madison?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

His approval came in the form of his finger slipping past the fabric, finding my slick heat. I bit back a moan as he began slow, deliberate strokes.

“Don’t hold back,” he commanded. “I want to hear you.”

The privacy partition was up, but I still felt exposed in the backseat of the car. Wh