Arousal pours through me like liquid gold. I’m so thankful for the high split, especially when he presses his muscled thigh between my legs.

I cry out a little, just from the pressure. Excitement whirls through me, but hunger is hot on its heels. I need more. I need it now. I’ve waited for years; I can’t wait a moment more.

To let him know what I want, I drop my hand and let it snake between us. I cup the hard outline of his cock in my hand and taste his greedy growl on my lips.

“Careful,” he murmurs.

I ignore his warning, unfastening his pants, needing to touch him.

His nails bite into my skin as he grips my thigh harder. “Georgia…”

“Fuck me,” I say, breaking away from his mouth to leave a trail of frenzied kisses along his jaw line. My hand slides down the front of his black slacks. He groans as I wrap my fingers around his thick cock. “Please.”

He lets go of me and pulls away. For a split second, I think he’s stopping and my heart stops beating. But then he turns me around and shoves me inside the limousine.

My tummy tumbles and my heart soars as I crawl forward on my seat. I hear him close the door behind me, but before I have a chance to turn around, he grabs me again.

I’m on the floor at his feet in an instant, my legs curled behind me, my dress riding up and the high split revealing more skin than a gown like this should. His dark, hungry gaze rakes over me, but he never lets go.

My hair, styled so skillfully and secured with a million pins, goes to hell. He shoves his fingers through the dark mass and plucks out pins like they’re thorns in his paw. Finally satisfied when my hair falls freely down my back, he lets go and shifts in his seat.

I forget all about my hair when he pulls his cock out.

I lick my lips, admiring it for the very first time. He doesn’t have to tell me to suck it—I’m desperate for a taste. I get on my knees and position myself between his legs. Arousal pours through me as I wrap my fingers around him, then dip my head and take him into my mouth.

It doesn’t even occur to me that we have an audience until he puts a hand on the back of my head and tells Esteban, “We forgot her coat. Go back and get it. And for God’s sake, put up the partition.”

Heat warms my cheeks, but I’m sure Esteban isn’t watching, even if he knows what’s happening.

To be honest, I don’t care if he is.

The whole world could be watching and it wouldn’t stop me.