His Sub by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 10: Terry
“Is that your car?” Terry had never seen a bigger piece of junk. It was an old Ford something or other. It was covered in rust and had so many dents, he couldn’t even tell the model any longer.
“I know it’s not great but it gets me from here to there.”
“I don’t see how?” He walked around the car. “This thing isn’t safe to be on the road.”
“It is too.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“When was the last time it broke down?”
“What difference…”
He was in no mood for avoidance. He shot her a look.
“A week ago but that’s why I know it’s safe to drive. They fixed it.”
“They should’ve put it out of its misery.”
“I have to go.” She pulled her keys from her purse.
Great. Now, he’d pissed her off. “I told you before I was brusque.”
“Rude is more accurate.”
“Yeah, probably.” He grinned. Damn, she was a grumpy one. A good, hard fuck would put her in a better mood.
“Well, I don’t like it. Good night.” She got into the car.
He hurried to the driver’s side and tapped the glass. She started the car and rolled down the window.
“When you change your mind, call me.” He handed her his card.
“I won’t change my mind.” She tossed it on the passenger seat without looking at it.
That hurt. Usually, his profession impressed women enough to disregard his rudeness—that and the money he made. “Don’t tell me you enjoy going home alone night after night.” He bent so he could smell her perfume-vanilla and strawberries. She smelled like a dessert he was dying to eat. “Do you touch yourself when you’re lying awake in your lonely bed?”
Her face turned bright red. “Goodnight.” She tried to put up the window but he refused to move so she took her finger off the button.
“Maggie, you’re a beautiful, sensuous woman with desires and needs. You deserve someone who can take care of you. Someone who’ll make you come so hard you scream and then do it all over again.”
The pulse at her neck was beating a cha-cha and her nipples were hard under her blouse. He reached inside the car, running his hand slowly down her shoulder toward her breast, giving her ample time to stop him. His cock throbbed, dancing to the beat in her throat. When she didn’t move, his fingers skimmed over her breast. “Just listening to me makes you wet. Imagine how you’d feel when I kissed you”—he squeezed her nipple lightly, just enough to tease—“here.”
“Goodnight.” She shrugged his hand away and put the car in gear.
“Maggie…”
She began to drive away, forcing him to extricate himself from the window.
“Think about me tonight when you touch yourself. Dream about me and know it’ll be a hundred times better when I’m really there.”
