Page 8 of Yours, Finally

I smirked to hide the humor in our circumstances. "He texted me— and you too, for that matter. He won't make it, and he asked me to drive you. What happened to your car?"

"In the shop." He frowned and checked his phone. "Shit. I didn't see this."

"We can go whenever you're ready, or you could get a company driver."

He gave me an absentminded nod as he thought it through. Technically, both he and I had access to drivers whenever we needed them. At the same time, both of us were known for preferring to drive ourselves. Now that I had offered to take him to my parents' home, turning me down would be a tad too obvious.

He unfolded his tall body and reached for his suit jacket, which had been hanging from his chair. His eyes had yet to meet mine.

"We can go." He put on his jacket. "I had been waiting for Gabe to show up in my office…"

I pushed my lips to the side. "But I showed up instead. Hope that still works for you?"

His gray-blue eyes cut to me. "Thanks for the ride. I appreciate it."

I sighed and got us out of the office as fast as I could. Jake followed me through the halls of the executive floors, until we reached the elevator. The ride down to the parking lot was quiet and tense. He kept a respectable slightly-behind-me distance when we stepped into the parkade; we were so quiet that nothing interrupted the sound of my heels on the concrete.

We got into my car in very much the same fashion.

Once upon a time, I thought we were friends. It wasn't the case anymore, not since the kiss.

I bit back another sigh, threw my purse in the back, since Jake was in the passenger seat, and I pressed the car's start button—

The speakers blasted a moan.

I grabbed Tristan's throbbing cock with both hands and licked him from base to crown. "I want you in my pussy next."

"Holy shit!" I screamed.

"Fuck, Romina— you're going to make me come hard down your throat if you keep that up."

I had been listening to my romance audiobook in the morning, and completely forgot about it. Thanks to technology, my phone had wirelessly connected to my car and resumed right where I'd stopped.

In the panic of the moment, my first instinct was to slam at the controls on the steering wheel and check Jake's reaction. His eyes opened wide and color bloomed on his cheeks.

"You're so big, Tristan. I want you to fuck me so hard."

The volume had gone up instead of down, and in my despair I pressed the skip button— the audiobook jumped thirty seconds ahead.

"Do you want my hard cock deep inside—"

And another thirty seconds.

"— stretching me wide and me about to come from the first thrust alone—"

With a quick slap of his hand, Jake turned the radio off altogether.

The silence that followed pierced my ears.

"Uhm…" My heart beat so hard in my chest that I felt it in my throat. The sound came out strangled, filtering through the drumming in my torso. "That was… it's a book… I didn't realize…"

"Violeta." The word resounded gravelly between us. "You don't need to explain."

He frowned and gazed at me like he could find the right words on my face. Surprise and something else I couldn't interpret danced in his eyes.

A muffled moan came from the back seat.

"Oh, fuck me!" I exclaimed and reached for my purse.