The Business God Method 2

Jason leaned closer, his breath warm on her neck as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Veronica. So strong, so in control." His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

Her resolve wavered as his hand slid beneath her skirt, his touch finding her wet and ready. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. "We can't," she said, though her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Why not?" he murmured against her skin, his thumb brushing over her clit with featherlight precision.

"I...I might..." Veronica struggled to form words as the pressure built within her. "I might... I'll ruin my clothes."

Jason chuckled darkly, his hand never stopping. "Don't worry," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I'll take care of it."

The car's interior grew hot, the windows fogging slightly from their heavy breaths. Veronica's hips began to rock in rhythm with his touch, her body begging for release.