*Miranda’s POV*
I looked back at him, lost for words. George was taking charge of the situation and I found it so damn hot. I walked past him, letting our arms brush as I approached the door. I felt his c*m spill out of me, streaking my inner thighs as I walked. His eyes followed me with every step. The usual golden color was now mixed with darkness. He was in the passenger seat and his lust was driving him forward. Reaching for the door, my fingertips touched the cool brass. Instead of turning the knob and leaving, like I probably should, I flicked the lock, closing us off from unexpected visitors. I saw the corners of his lips curve in approval.
“Well... my big bad wolf... what are you waiting for?” I couldn’t believe I was actually going ahead with it. I blame his dominance. I blame h
