~Becklan's POV~
I leaned in closer, my voice dropping but still perfectly audible in the quiet car. "You're going to fuck me so well tonight, aren't you?"
Leon's eyes widened in surprise at my words. He darted a glance at the driver, who faced forward, pretending not to hear. He opened his mouth to protest, but I cupped his face firmly in my hands, holding him still. "Babe… tell me. Are you going to fuck me hard tonight? Because I'm so ready for you."
The driver was visibly trying to stay focused on the road, his posture stiff. Leon cleared his throat, his ears turning a soft shade of pink. "Baby... lower your voice."
"Answer me, Leon," I persisted, my thumb tracing his lower lip. "Will you fuck me tonight?"
Leon let out a resigned, shaky breath, his gaze darkening as he looked at me. "Yes," he whispered. "If you tone down your voice."
I clapped my hands together, letting out a delighted laugh. "Yeah! I'm getting fuck tonight! My boyfriend has the sweetest di—"
