Free Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club #1) by Nikki Sloane

never happened.
    “How did you know I would be at the club?”
    He snatched the bottle of wine out of my hands and set it in the cup holder, then pushed everything in my lap to the floorboard.
    “That,” his hand glided to the inside of my knee and a few inches up from where it had been, “is definitely rule number one.”
    “In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re not there anymore.”
    “I paid for a night with you, and in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s night out.” A half smile twisted on his lips. “You’re still under my rules.”
    “No, I am not.”
    We reached a stoplight, and he turned a cold and commanding gaze my direction. “You’re in my car, and soon you’ll be in my place. My rules, Evelyn.”
    “I had no idea what I was agreeing to,” I blurted out. This authoritative version of him chilled me and yet set me on fire. The dark timbre of his voice shot straight between my legs, made me weak with excitement. I ripped my gaze away from his and watched the traffic, the people gathered outside bars smoking and chatting in the warm August night. The car lurched forward when the light turned green. How was I supposed to get answers if I couldn’t ask questions?
    “What’s on your mind?” he asked.
    It was the first test. I didn’t respond, curious to see what he’d do. Would he make good on his threat of punishment? He gave a sideways glance to me, and shoved my knees apart so he could put his hands on top of my panties.
    “Answer me or I’ll take you right to the edge and leave you hanging.”
    My mouth fell open so I could draw air into my lungs. I knew he could do it, and he certainly did, too.
    “I’m wondering,” my voice was breathless, “how this is going to work on Monday, if you’ll go back to disliking me.”
    “You still think after what I just did, that I dislike you?” His fingers moved and pleasure strummed through me. I issued a soft moan, and a hint of a cocky smile teased his lips. “I told you I thought about asking you out before.”
    “You really think people care that much about whether you get involved with an employee?” Crap, rule number one. His fingers pushed my panties to the side and touched me unhindered, making my hands clench around his wrist.
    “They would if I promoted you.” His fingers moved faster, torturing me.
    “You’re going to promote me?”
    He slipped his whole finger inside me and I gasped. Yes , my body chanted, y es . The strength was gone from my hands around his wrist, but they remained, urging him to go faster, deeper, to give it to me exactly how I liked it.
    “Do you like that? My finger inside you?”
    I swallowed hard and nodded faintly.
    “Tell me with words.”
    There was no oxygen in this car, so it was hardly audible. “I like it.”
    I was only marginally aware we’d turned from the street into a parking garage beneath one of the high-rises. As he drove down the aisle, my climax grew closer.
    “Almost there,” he said. Was he talking about his place or my orgasm? He parked the car and shut off the engine, then he had both hands under my skirt. I was panting. I clawed at him, pulling his head to me, and crashed my lips against his.
    He allowed it for a moment. But then he completely withdrew from me, staying true to his word. Oh god, I was desperate. I felt like he was being cruel, and yet he’d forgotten an important detail. I didn’t have use of my hands at the club, but I did now.
    He grabbed the bottle of wine around the neck, pushed open his door, and climbed out, not realizing I hadn’t done the same. I shoved a hand under my panties, not caring if there was anyone else in the garage who could see me. After this crazy night, I was completely out of control.
    He’d come around to my side to open the door for me like I was a lady. Instead he saw me touching myself. Heat flashed through his gorgeous eyes, but his face maintained its usual intensity.
    “You are not going to break any more rules tonight. Certainly