Caitlin Plum

Jaguar XE Unleashed - There’s a New Boss in Town

I know it seems like I’m late to the party with this video.  I’m not.  I’ve watched this damn video more times than I can count since it came out online.

I do believe it’s time for Keegan to meet another one of Lachlan Shaw’s employees - someone in his technical division.

“Since you have such a preference for cars, would you like to sit in mine? I like showing it off a bit. It’s a slightly selfish habit of mine.”

“Yes!” I said, a little too loudly and a little too quickly. He held the door open and gestured for me to sit. I tried to drop in the seat but the knee-length and snugness of the knit skirt made it difficult. I finally decided to slide it up my thighs a bit, allowing me a bit more freedom of movement.

Grinning, I looked up at him, standing in the doorway, eyeing my legs. He spun on his heel and made his way to the other side of the car, opening the door and sliding his lean frame into the driver’s seat. Damn, that man looked good sitting there. I licked my lips and looked around the car, nervous as all hell. I tucked the files that I’d been clutching on top of the dashboard. He stared at me the entire time, his eyes so hard. He grinned but it came off as wicked, if not a little predatory.

As he switched the car on, I felt the engine come to life with a roar. The rumble of the seat below me caused me to close my eyes and drop my head back against the seat. “Damn, that’s a beautiful sound,” I mumbled, smiling.

“Indeed,” Mr. Shaw said, turning his head toward me. That grin slid slowly across his face, and he looked me up and down. “I did not know that you had that deep of a love for cars, Miss Adair. One would consider your reaction practically ecstatic.”

“It’s the engine,” I replied, opening my eyes and slightly turning my head to meet his. “A great car is only as good as what’s under the hood.”

“Well, if you like that sound, listen to this.” He placed his hand on my thigh, right at the edge of my skirt, as he revved the engine. The roar of the engine, combined with the heat of his skin on mine, was like a direct switch to my clitoris. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned with pleasure. I placed my hand over his, lightly pressing it down and drawing our hands up so my skirt rode up even higher on my thighs. When his foot finally left the pedal and the sound died down, I opened my eyes and found him leaning across the console, watching me closely. He licked his lips and I noticed him eyeing my mouth. “Miss Adair…”

Between the intoxicating scent of Mr. Shaw and the rumble of the Jaguar’s engine, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. Almost instantly, his hands came up and pulled my face closer. His tongue pressed against my lips, forcing them open and demanding that I meet his kisses with mine. After what seemed like forever, he pulled my face away from his, leaving my lips feeling swollen.

“Heh. Miss Adair, I do believe that you are a car fetishist and more than a little forward.”

“Well, when I’m in a car like this and with a man like you, it’s kind of hard not to be.”

“Really? A man like me, hm? You don’t know what you’re getting into,” he said, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling me toward him. His lips met mine roughly again and I reached up to run my fingers through his dark curls. His tongue slid over mine, like wet hot velvet, and his teeth nipped at my lower lip. I moaned into his mouth and let him take control. His forcefulness was making me even more turned on.

His long fingers unbuttoned my cardigan, exposing my red lace bra. Running the tips of his fingers over the swell of my breast, his thumb idly stroked my nipple, causing me to break out in gooseflesh all over. His other hand was busy sliding itself up my skirt, pushing the knit material up.

I hoisted my hips up to allow him to slide the skirt up to my waist. His hand slowly drifted over my ass and pushed my legs apart, teasing me through the silky material. He pushed my legs even further apart and pushed my panties to the side, his finger rubbing my shaved lips and sliding slowly over my clit. I groaned and thrust my hips up to meet him and I felt him chuckle over my mouth. His lips pulled away from mine, tracing hard nips and kisses to my ear.

“Miss Adair,” he rumbled, biting my lobe.

“Yes, Mr. Shaw?”