CHAPTER 211

“Yes, madam,” the driver said sheepishly.

She tried to hang up the phone, but she couldn’t reach. Trey took the receiver and set it in its cradle. When he shifted, his c**k pressed against her mound. Had he been unexcited, or even half-hard, she might have stood a chance, but he was hard as stone. She shuddered and, heaven help her, moaned. His breath caught, and his gaze shifted to her face. The sultry look he gave her set her ablaze. Trey buried both hands in her hair, tilting her head back slightly as he stared down into her eyes.

“I want to kiss every inch of you,” he murmured and ground his c**k against her mound. “Then I want to lick every inch. And touch. Then suck. Then f**k.” He gave her hair a hard tug. “Every inch.”

She wanted to shout, Yes, Trey, kiss me lick me touch me suck me f**k me, all of me, all of me! but it came out as an incoherent gasp.

“I will find all your spots. Pleasure you until you beg me to possess you. When I finally do, I’ll plunge into you hard. Deep.”