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She bucks her hips forward, pressing her clit harder against my tongue, and her nails dig into my scalp. At first, I think I might have gone too far—then I realize I’m so wrong.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Sly! Yes!” she cries out. Her thighs squeeze around my head and her pussy flutters around my fingers. I keep licking until I’ve wrung every last bit of pleasure out of her, desperate to make up for lost time. I look up in time to see her eyes roll back, and her chest heave as her body slumps back as her orgasm rocks her. I watch in awe as the perfect symphony plays out in front of me. I wish I could brand this image—this moment—into my very being because I could die right here between her legs and it would make the last ten years without her almost worth it.

She finally relaxes, and I carefully lift her legs off my shoulders. Her lashes flutter open, looking up at me with glassy eyes. I could be imagining it, but for a fraction of a second, I see the softer side of her I remember in those deep brown eyes. I almost think about saying something—anything—to ease this lust-fueled tension and slow things down, but she doesn’t give me a chance.

Whatever I saw is short-lived because her expression hardens and her eyes drift down to the outline of my almost unbearable erection. She looks back up at me and juts her chin out, flaring her brows. “Well? Are you just going to stand there and look at me like a love-sick puppy, or are you going to do what I asked you, and fuck me already?”

“The fucking mouth on you hasn’t changed, I see,” I say, wiping some of her arousal from my beard before licking it off my finger.

Her eyes track the movement, and her teeth dig into her bottom lip. Never one to let anyone have the upper hand, she reaches out and dips her fingertips into the waistband of my sweats. My body tenses knowing that her hand is only inches from my throbbing cock.

“You never complained before,” she says in her most innocent voice. Mischief sparkles in her eyes, and if she needs me to play this game, I will. My Josie always had different sides to her. There was the soft and sweet one that would stay up with me, dreaming about all the places we could travel to. Then there was the ruthless, intelligent one that put her at the top of our class, and no doubt helped her build what I’m starting to realize is a very lucrative cam girl business. Then there’s the side of her that’s right in front of me: defiant, playful, and downright filthy when she’s comfortable to peel off whatever façade she had on that day. That’s the side we brought out of each other growing up.

I arch a brow at her and consider saying something witty, but she doesn’t give me the chance. Her hand clamps around my shaft, pumping it once.

Fuck. Fuck. A shiver wracks my body, and I hiss through gritted teeth. I need to get my shit together, or I’m not even going to get my cock inside her before I come. Seeing her like this—as Josie and Black Sheep Bunni—craving me, on the hood of my car, is something I barely let myself think of in my wildest dreams.

“You sure this is what you want?” I hike my pants down just below my ass, freeing my cock.

Her eyes fall to my aching length, and I see the appreciative look that only adds to the fire raging in me. She slowly runs her thumb over the head, swiping off the bead of pre-cum before licking it clean.

“Yeah, it is. I know you like to hear how great your cock is, but please, stop making me say that I want this. We’re both grown-ass adults, and we know what this is.” She grabs my cock again and notches me at her entrance, prompting me to shudder. We might have been dumb kids before, but we were always smart about using protection. Thank god for that because when I feel the head of my cock against her dripping wet pussy, I’m already positive that there’s a long list of questionable things I’d do to stay right here.

I drink her in, trying to memorize every inch of her and detail of this moment. My hands run up her legs and over the matching wolf and bear tattoos. My thumbs trace the crease in her thighs before ghosting over her hip bones. She squirms under my touch, and her pussy tightens around me. I’m barely inside her, but I know this is only going to make it better for both of us. I let my hands go higher, noting the way she watches me and how her breasts rise and fall with each breath. Finally, my hands run up and under her cropped tank top, and she raises her arms to let me take it off.

My mouth goes dry when I look at her—completely naked except for the skirt bunched around her waist and her black boots—on the hood of my car, with the head of my cock in her pussy. She’s a beautiful contrast of bold black lines and colors—topped with that red hair I want to lace my fingers into. My eyes finally settle on her exposed chest, and my jaw drops.

I’ve seen her tits before. I’ve even seen her pierced tits and the crying heart tattooed between them online before. But now she’s in front of me, in the flesh, and I’m acting like the awkward teen I used to be. There’s an endless list of filthy things I want to do to this woman and her perfect body that has haunted my dreams. My mind races through each and every one of them, and suddenly, I can’t make a decision to save my life.

“I’d say take a picture because it’ll last longer, but I think you already have a few,” she says, smirking at me and snapping me out of trying to solve my dilemma that honestly has no wrong answer.

I cup her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Yeah, you’re right—but none have this view.” I trace my thumb over her lips and her heated, freckled cheeks, never letting my eye contact waver.

She wraps her calves around my ass and pulls me and the first few inches of my cock into her. My eyes shut as I let out a shaky breath. I don’t know if there’s a heaven or a hell, but I’m not even halfway inside her tight pussy with nothing between us, and it very well might be the former—and if it’s not, it’d be worth going to the latter for.

“Dammit, Bunny,” I hiss, opening my eyes.

“No.” She shakes her head. “You don’t get to call me that.” Her eyes stay fixed on where we’re joined together, and I give in.

“Fine.” I ease myself out before rocking forward, going further than before. Slowly, I pick up my rhythm and go deeper with each stroke.

“Oh, god, yes.” She pants as my pace quickens.

I drop my mouth to her neck, nipping at the spot below her ear. Our bodies press together, but I manage to get one hand between us and circle her clit with my finger. She moans, swiveling her hips to match my thrusts. Her back arches when I increase the pressure with my finger, driving her breasts into my chest. Each time I pump into her, we’re brought closer together and her hard nipples brush against me, only stoking the heat building at the base of my spine.

This closeness is perfect, and I need more of it. I drive forward harder, pushing myself into the hilt, and relish in the moan I coax from her.

“Sly,” she whimpers against my pulse point, and I feel her grip on the back of my neck tighten. “Please.”

The word is nearly a whisper—a ghost of the Josie I remember—and I know I’m making my point. She’s always been fast, wild, and spontaneous compared to my calm and deliberate personality. If she’s going to try and rush this, and say this is meaningless, it’s up to me to make sure we both savor it. I don’t care if this might break me more than I already am. It’ll be worth it if it finally lets her move on.

When I pull back to look at her, I nearly get lost in her eyes. Her lips part like she wants to say something, and I know that ghost of herself that had feelings for me is making itself heard. Her cheeks are flushed, and I admire the beads of sweat running over her sternum and down her stomach. Our eyes meet again, and that ghost has vanished, replaced by something else. I see her fiery side—the one that’s determined for this to be meaningless sex—but there’s also see a hint of doubt because I think she’s starting to realize that she’s wrong.

“Hold on,” she says, sitting up straight. “Flip me over.”

I know we’re both so close, but I’m not going to argue with her. Backing away from her and easing myself out, I instantly miss her body pressed against me. She slides her sweat-slicked ass off the car, and spins on the toes of her boots. Leaning over the hood, she props herself up on her elbows, giving me a mouth-watering view of her ass, and the rose tattoos under each cheek. I stare, enjoying the view even if it feels like Octavius is watching me from his perch on the hood.

Ignoring him and his silent judgment, I close the distance between us, and grab her hips, before notching myself back at her entrance. I pick up where we left off, chasing our release together. I hold onto her hip, pulling her into me with each punishing thrust. With my free hand, I reach around and strum her clit again. With each push of my hips and flick of my fingertip, I feel her walls tighten around my cock. The heat at the base of my spine begins to rise to the surface, and her moans and whimpers tell me we’re that much closer.