This had to be part of his carefully constructed plan to get revenge on me for leaking all those rumors about him to the media.

I braced myself as we rounded another corner, Warren slowing down only slightly. My stomach lurched just as my body sank into the warm seat.

I had no more energy to hold on.

“You should have had a driver take us,” I groaned, glancing at him.

The road was dark with only a few lights here and there splashing onto his face. His hands were gripping the wheel, and as uneasy as the road felt, he was driving with an expertise that had heat coursing through me again.

I knew what those hands could do.

My eyes trailed down to his clothed lap. If I looked close enough, evidence of his hard-on was still there.

My mouth watered at the thought of him sitting there, pulsing with need for me.

“He’s too slow,” he said. My eyes shot back up to his face, now clean of any evidence of what we’d done, but it didn’t stop me from remembering it. “If I had, we wouldn't be home until midnight.”

Fuck, I’m a horny mess. I need to get myself together.

“But at least we’d live,” I grumbled back and closed my eyes as we were about to reach another turn.

His chuckle ignited a burst of need through me. The men I had been with never treated my body like he had. Like it was a pleasure to fuck, to lick, to look at. Oral had been a nuisance, always met with resistance and never given.

But he changed that for me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Warren was something of a pleasure dom, and even under these circumstances, I loved it. But it was loosening my resolve, making me forget why I’d gone to the auction in the first place.

His hand reached out to grab my thigh, something that had my heart skipping in my chest and that same heat pooling in my belly once more. He raised it up further and further unti⁠—

“Keep your hands on the wheel,” I ordered with a shy voice.

“Free use, remember?” he reminded me with a wicked grin and continued to tease me as his fingers worked their way up and under my dress.

I wasn’t sure if he was doing it to mess with me or distract me, but it was working. My legs opened for him, needing to feel him again.

His fingers brushed my damp underwear.

“Maybe we can play with this newfound kink of yours,” he murmured as his fingers brushed against my clit.

I groaned and spread my legs as far as they’d go.