Free Surrender to Temptation Part II: Tempted to Rebel by Lauren Jameson Page B

nodded crisply at Charles, who climbed into the driver’s seat of the car.
    I was puzzling over why a man like Zach, who clearly liked to be in control, wouldn’t drive his own fancy car, when he quickly took my hands, spun me so that I faced the rear of the vehicle, and placed my palms flat on its slick surface.
    I choked back a cry as the balls swung wildly inside of me, pressing on my entrance, slicking my tight channel with arousal.
    “What are you doing?” My whisper nearly caught in my throat when Zach crouched behind me, clasping long fingers around each of my ankles. He ran his hands up the insides of my legs.
    “Zach!” The crevice between my legs flooded with wetness as he gently but firmly continued his caress up to the tender skin at the insides of my thighs, reaching beneath my flirty skirt. My face flushed crimson, my breath panted out, and I looked quickly to the front of the car.
    Charles was seated in the driver’s seat, facing forward. I could see his stern, focused expression in the rearview mirror. He appeared to be at attention, and at the same time he didn’t appear to be at all interested in what his employer was doing.
    Maybe Zach had women in his locked parking garage all the time. I didn’t know, and at that moment, as his thumbs grazed the place where my bikini panties met my skin, I didn’t care.
    “Relax.” The word was a murmur against the back of my leg. This late in the day, he had the barest hint of shadow on his jaw, and he rubbed it back and forth over the tender skin behind my knee.
    It made me tremble. I knew that it was stupid, since Charles didn’t seem to be looking, but I tried to school my flushed cheeks and parted lips into a mask of indifference.
    I struggled to cover my cry with a cough when one of Zach’s hands pulled the elastic of my panties to one side. The other nudged at the swollen lips of my labia, teasing for a moment before entering. My fingers clawed helplessly at the cool surface of the vehicle as Zach extracted first one ball and then the other from my slick channel.
    Pressing a kiss to my right buttock, he pulled my panties back into place and lowered my skirt. I gaped at him, aroused beyond anything I’d ever felt and also confused, as he spun me back around and ran a single finger down my cheek.
    “It was wrong of me to ask you to wear these all day.” Casually, he withdrew a cloth handkerchief—did people actually carry those anymore?—and wrapped the two ben-wa balls in them. The little metals globes glinted in the light, winking mischievously at me before they were tucked into the pocket of Zach’s pants.
    “Come.”
    He was going to leave me like this now? No. No way. I had been aroused to the point of pain all day, and my skin felt too tight. It wasn’t fair.
    It was cruel.
    “What was the point of all of that?” When I was finally able to coax my voice into speaking, I was fully irritated, if breathless. No matter how much Zach turned me on, I didn’t want to be pulled along by anyone else’s will.
    A flicker of consternation appeared on Zach’s finely honed features, but it was gone in a breath. It was replaced by
that
look—the one that said that he wanted me, here and now.
    I swallow thickly as desire pooled within me and scattered my thoughts.
    “Delayed gratification can bring you to heights of pleasure that you have never dared imagine, Miss Reid.” Pressing his hand in the indentation between my shoulder blades, he rubbed lightly with his index and middle fingers. “Now. Into the car.”
    I planted my feet, trying to glare up at him, even though my body was screaming at me to do as he said. But I felt the need to take some sort of stand, to ascertain that I was not a shrinking violet.
    I was just beginning to realize that I had been exactly that for nearly all of my life. It was time to change.
    “Tell me where we’re going. Then I’ll think about getting in the car.” I quivered with nerves when Zach’s expression