CHAPTER <b>0011 </b>


    Meadow’s POV:


    “Making demands, are we?”


    I lifted my chin, feeling a smile pull at the corners of my mouth. “Think of it as insurance,” I said, making sure to keep my voice firm and tremors at a minimum.


    ric didn’t say anything at first.


    His hand stroked the stubble on his jaw, almost like he was considering my request, and then he turned to face me slowly. I thought I saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but it was quickly reced by something darker.


    Something possessive.


    “That’s not how this works, Meadow.”


    I swallowed, covering it up with a scoff. “You said you’d give me whatever I want.”


    “I said I would,” he agreed, voice low. “But not on your terms. On mine.”


    Absurd. That was absolutely ridiculous. What the hell did that even mean? Giving me whatever I want on his own terms?


    His stare had a weight to it, like it could pin me down without having to lift a finger. He leaned in slightly, his mouth inches from mine. “Do you still want it?”


    I wanted to hesitate. Really, I did.


    But it was like my mouth moved faster than my brain did.


    <b><i>“</i></b>Yes,” I said.


    His mouth twitched. “Good.”


    The driver had already stepped out of the car, and he pulled the door open for me. A shiver of anticipation ran through me as I thought of <b>all </b>the things that were going to happen in the jet.


    But then–ric’s voice cut through before I could even step out.


    “Stay.”


    I blinked. “What?”


    He didn’t spare another nce at me as he rolled down the window while the driver approached his door.


    “Take <b>a </b>walk,” he said to the driver.


    +15 <b>BONUS </b>


    “Sir?<b>” </b>


    ric finally turned to face the driver. <b>“</b>You heard me. Leave. Now.”


    There was silence. And then footsteps as he walked away.


    I pulled the door shut, my heart rate spiking up. And then I turned to stare at him, brows pulled together in confusion.


    “What’re you…” Realization mmed into me and my eyes widened. “I thought it would happen on the jet<b>!</b><b>” </b>


    His head tilted, and that familiar smirk yed on his lips. <b>“</b>No, baby.” His voice lowered. “You don’t get to decide where or when.”


    He reached out, fingertips grazing my jean–d knee. “You want me to make <b>you </be with my fingers<b>?</b><b>” </b>His hand trailed higher, toward my thigh. “Then you follow my rules.”


    A nervous tremor ran down my spine. “And what if I say no?”


    He leaned in, ink–blue orbs fixed on mine. “Then you don’t get what you want.”


    Oh my God.


    What the hell was I doing? What the hell had I done?


    A beat of silence passed before I blurted, “What about your meeting?”


    ric’s jaw flexed, and I could’ve sworn he rolled his eyes. “I’m the damn CEO, Meadow.” His voice was ice and fire all at once. “I make the schedule. Now strip.”


    My breath caught. “W–what?”


    <b>“</b><b>You </b>keep making me repeat myself,” he stated, eyes never leaving mine.


    God.


    The SUV suddenly felt <i>too </i>hot. Too small. I wasn’t ustrophobic, but in this moment, I may as well have been.


    My hands were shaking with nervousness as they moved to my jeans, fumbling with the zipper. ric waited patiently, watching me like a predator.


    And when I started to shimmy out of <b>the </b>jeans, lifting my hips slightly, I felt his gaze scorch my skin.


    But I couldn’t look at him. Not yet.


    The jeans bunched around my ankles, and I kicked them off, sitting there in nothing but my top and a thin pair of ck panties.


    +15 <b>BONUS </b>


    “Meadow,” he said firmly. “Look at me.”


    My heart beating out of my chest, I did.


    ric’s eyes had darkened past its blue colour, now inching toward ck. “Lie back.”


    ‘Oh my god,‘ I said in my mind. ‘Oh my god.‘


    This was really happening. I felt like I was about tobust. I shifted, the leather seat sticking to my thighs as I leaned into the seat behind me.


    My hands trembled.


    ric took his jacket off, leaving him in his button–down shirt and cks. And then he shifted until he


    was only a few inches part from me. He reached out, palm skimming the inside of my thigh, and I let out


    a sharp gasp.


    “Are you still sure about this?” He asked, taking his hand away, his face void of any emotion except lust.


    “Yes,” I whispered.


    “Spread your legs.”


    I obeyed.


    ric didn’t touch me right away. He just looked. The inside of the car hummed with intense electricity.


    And so did my veins.


    And when his handnded on the inside of my thigh again, I bit down on a moan.


    <b>“</b><b>You’re </b>shaking,” he murmured. “Are <b>you </b>scared?”


    <b>“</b>No.” <b>My </b>voice cracked and I swallowed. <b>“</b>Not of you.”


    “Keep your eyes on me<i>.</i>” His hand stopped just above my panties. I did as he said and he smirked. “Good girl.”


    Oh god.


    His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and I let out a gasp. I could feel everything. The deliberate stroke of his index fingers. The way he didn’t rush.


    “Fuck<b>, </b>Meadow. You’re soaked.” His voice was nearly a growl as he spoke.


    “Shut up,” I breathed, closing my eyes.


    <b>“</b>Don’t hide from me now, baby.”


    He slid one finger between my folds, slow and teasing, brushing my clit just enough to make my hips


    +15 <b>BONUS </b>


    buck.


    “Have you ever done this before?<b>” </b>


    I swallowed, deciding to answer honestly<b>. </b>“Yes. By myself. I never let Tyler-<b>” </b>


    ric’s hand stilled, his jaw clenching as he said, “Don’t finish that,” he ground out. “Don’t give me


    another reason to saw his hand off.”


    And then he brushed my clit again, causing me to let out a gasp. That was fucking hot. I couldn’t believe that the idea of ric sawing Tyler’s hand off had turned me on even more, but it did.


    And ric noticed.


    He hummed, his middle finger circling my opening. “You liked that, didn’t you?”


    “Maybe,” I gasped again, clinging to the leather seat.


    <b>“</b>You’re going to have to be quiet for me, Meadow. Can you do that?”


    <b>I </b><b>wasn’t </b>sure if <b>I </b>could, but I nodded anyway<b>. </b>


    ric slipped a finger inside me. My body jerked and I mped a hand over my mouth, barely muffling the sound.


    His movements were slow at first. Gentle, but not soft. He moved with control and precision, his eyes never leaving mine, like he was learning me. Like he had all the time in the world to figure out how I


    worked.


    “That’s it,” he murmured, adding another finger. <b>“</b>Just like that.”


    His fingers stretched me, even stung me a bit, but it also felt good.


    Too good.


    I writhed against him, my hand gripping his arm as I chased something I didn’t fully understand. “ric


    “Let go,” he ordered, curling his fingers just right. “You wanted this, baby girl. Take it.”


    His thumb circled my clit at the same time he hit something deep inside me.


    My whole body clenched.


    My back arched.


    <b>And </b>I came with a cry muffled by my own hand, shaking under the intensity of the pleasure.


    But ric didn’t stop. Not until thest tremor left me.


    +15 <b>BONUS </b>


    When he finally pulled his hand out, he reached for a tissue from the armrest and wiped his fingers, tucking it into his back pocket like nothing had happened.


    Meanwhile, I was trying to remember how to breathe. How to speak. How to move.


    ‘Get a damn grip, girl,” my mind told me. ‘It was only his fingers.‘


    “Get your jeans back on,” ric said smoothly. “I’mte for my meeting.”


    He opened the door and stepped out, leaving me a flustered, panting, wrecked mess in the back of the <b>car</b><b>. </b>


    And I was halfway into my jeans when I realized…


    He hadn’t even kissed me.