Storm Stone’s super-sexy Casual Car series is almost done! Book eight — the final instalment — releases next week! In the meantime, here’s a sexy excerpt from Part Seven: Casual Car Entrapment.
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Twisting round to face her, Damon rested his hand on her thigh. Oh, sweet Jesus, she was wearing those thigh-high stockings; one of man’s greatest inventions. His cock twitched, already semi-hard from the sexual vibes buzzing between them. The fabric of her dress was thin and stretchy beneath his palm and he heard her catch her breath, squirming in her seat.
“I want you to do something for me.” The glass partition was closed, but still he spoke softly, intimately.
Her lids were heavy from the wine, gleaming with unconcealed desire. “What?”
Her husky voice stroked his skin like satin, tempting him to skip Plan B and take her straight back to the motel room. But he quashed the idea before it took root, he’d been anticipating Plan B for days now, he wasn’t about to allow his raging libido to spoil what he had in store for her — and himself.
Spreading his fingers along her upper thigh, the heat of her flesh warmed his palm. “Take off your panties,” he whispered into her ear, pressing his face into her hair, breathing her in.
“What! Why?” She whispered urgently, and Damon watched realization slowly dawn. She moistened her lips, recognition giving way to sexual excitement. “Damon, we’re going to a club full of people.”
He stroked the sheer stocking just above her knee. “Nobody’s gonna know,” he murmured, sucking on the lobe of her ear, knowing it was one of her weak spots. “And because I want you to. I want to think about your bare ass, your naked pussy, wet and ready for me.”
“This is crazy,” her body slackened, while she glanced furtively at the cab driver. Then taking a deep breath, she lifted the hem of her dress, and slid her hands beneath it.
Damon spied the creamy skin and lacy tops of those stockings. Unable to resist, he ran his fingers along the edge, where black lace met up with smooth, warm flesh. God, how much he wanted her, now, but he would have to wait…
Her fingers fiddled beneath her dress, lips parted as she tried to control her breathing. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered, lifting her ass and sliding the panties to her knees.
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