Phei’s hands tightened around her waist — one still buried between her legs, two fingers buried deep and utterly still, the other sliding up her back to fist gently in her hair. "You are abusing capitalism."

"I am enhancing romance."

"You are bribing me with a car."

"I am investing in happiness."

"My happiness or yours?"

Maddie kissed the corner of his mouth, then the hinge of his jaw, then lower, a slow descending line that made the rest of his sentence forget its appointment. While her mouth worked, Phei began to move his fingers again — slow, shallow thrusts, just enough to make her feel every inch, never quite deep enough, never quite fast enough.

His free hand continued to play with her exposed breasts, squeezing, kneading, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was panting against his throat.

"Mine first."

"Honest," he managed.

"Always with you."

That softened something in him despite the heat, despite the laughter still sitting between them and the absurdity of being inside a twenty-five-million-dollar hypercar while one of his women threatened to buy it for him if he behaved.

Maddie could joke, tease, provoke and corrupt any normal sentence into a scandal, but beneath all that sharp gold mischief was something painfully real. She wanted him. Not the Young Dragon before the world, not the heir surrounded by legacy storms, or the boy with bloodline secrets and war gathering around his name.

Him. Excited, overwhelmed, greedy for cars, shameless when bribed, and currently trapped beneath her like the victim of a very elegant robbery.

Phei lifted one hand from her waist and brushed her hair back from her face, letting his fingers trail down the side of her neck as he did, slow enough to feel her pulse jump under his fingertips. His other hand remained between her thighs, fingers still buried inside her, and he gave one slow, deliberate curl that made her eyes flutter shut.

At the same time, he leaned down and licked a slow stripe between her breasts, tasting her skin before sucking one nipple back into his mouth. Good. He was not the only one losing the argument.

"For the record," he said softly, voice low and rough as he began to fuck her slowly with his fingers — two deep, measured strokes, then nothing, then two more — "I was going to buy the car anyway."

"I know."

"Then why offer?"

Maddie’s smile turned tender, though the wickedness did not leave it. Maddie without wickedness would be a public health concern.

"Because I wanted to see your face when I said it."

Phei rewarded the honesty by pressing his thumb hard against her clit and holding it there while his fingers stayed buried and motionless. She clenched around him so tightly he could feel her heartbeat through her cunt.

Her bare breasts rose and fell rapidly above him, nipples glistening from his mouth.

"You are terrible."

"And you love it."

He looked at her.

Then smiled.

"Yes."

The answer landed between them more softly than either joke before it, and Maddie’s expression changed for a heartbeat, that bright teasing confidence giving way to something warmer, something almost shy before she crushed it beneath another kiss because Maddie, apparently, treated vulnerability like a candle flame she had to protect with her mouth.

This kiss was slower at first.

Then not.

Phei answered her properly this time, no longer pretending he was still admiring the interior. One of his hands spread wide and certain across the small of her back, pressing her closer until there was no polite distance left to defend, while the other hand between her legs finally — finally — began to move in earnest.

Two fingers fucked into her with slow, devastating precision, curling on every thrust to stroke that spot that made her whole body jerk. His thumb worked her clit in perfect counterpoint, never letting her settle into one rhythm long enough to chase release. Every time her moans pitched higher, every time her walls started to flutter and tighten, he slowed. Stopped. Let her hover right on the edge, shaking, dripping, desperate.

Maddie tried to ride his fingers harder. He wouldn’t let her. His grip on her ass and back kept her exactly where he wanted her — taking only what he chose to give. Her bare breasts dragged against his chest with every desperate little movement, nipples catching on the fabric of his open shirt.

The Pczinger remained around them, silent and magnificent, its black body waiting on the platform while inside, two beautiful idiots negotiated affection, desire and vehicle ownership with all the maturity humanity deserved.

Which was to say, very little.

Outside, somewhere beyond the tinted glass, Jade was still showing the others around.

Inside, Maddie pulled away just enough to whisper against his mouth, lips swollen, eyes dark, "I hope you know this does not cancel the car."

Phei laughed under his breath, the sound rough against her cheek. He gave her one last, deep thrust of his fingers, then withdrew them completely, leaving her empty and throbbing. "I would never insult my sugar mommy like that."

"Good."

"Do I at least get to drive it after?"

Maddie’s eyes gleamed, and she rolled her hips once more, slow and deliberate, just to watch his jaw tighten. The movement dragged her bare, soaked pussy along the thick line of his cock still trapped in his trousers.

"After you earn it."

Phei looked at her, at that beautiful, arrogant, impossible woman sitting on him like a queen claiming her throne, flushed and bright and entirely too pleased with the ruin she was making of his self-control, and his grin returned, slow and dangerous.

He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean while holding her gaze — slow, deliberate, tasting her on his tongue.

"Then hold on properly."

Maddie smiled.

"With pleasure."

She reached between them with renewed, almost frantic hunger.

Her fingers trembled — already half-unbuckled — and finished the job with quick, eager movements, yanking the leather free completely and tossing it somewhere into the darkness of the cabin floor.

Phei lifted his hips slightly to help her, and she took full advantage — hooking her fingers into the waistband of both his trousers and boxer and tugging them down in one hungry, impatient motion.

His cock sprang free with a heavy, audible slap against his lower stomach:

It stood thick, long, and proud in the purple light — the shaft flushed dark, a prominent vein running along the underside, the head flared and glistening with a fat bead of precum that slowly dripped down the side.

Maddie froze for a second; her eyes widened in pure, reverent hunger as she simply stared at it. Her lips parted on a soft, shaky breath.

Her pussy visibly clenched and a fresh gush of slick leaked out of her, dripping onto his thigh.

A soft sound escaped her throat.

She wrapped one slender hand around the thick base, fingers barely meeting around his girth, and gave one slow, reverent stroke from root to tip, smearing the precum with her thumb.

Then she leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his shaft, her tongue flicked out to trace the thick vein before she licked a long, deliberate stripe from the base all the way to the head.

She tasted the bead of precum with a soft moan, then pulled back just enough to admire it again — eyes dark, lips shiny.

Then she rose up on her knees, reached down with one hand to pull her soaked panties completely to the side (or simply tear the delicate lace aside with a sharp little rip), and lined herself up.

She began to hump Phei’s cock in slow, deliberate rolls of her hips that dragged her bare, dripping pussy along the entire length of his cock.

Her puffy outer lips parted around his thick shaft, coating every inch of him in her slick arousal as she rubbed her swollen clit against the fat head again and again. Each time the flared head caught against her entrance she whimpered, her thighs shaking, more of her wetness dripping down his cock in shiny strings.

She didn’t push down and kept humping — slow, desperate, teasing herself on the very edge of what she wanted.

Phei’s hands settled on her hips, guiding her, lifting her just enough—