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How do you describe a sugar rush spun with adrenaline and wrapped in the greatest high known to mankind? That’s me joined with Nick as he erupts inside me, coming with the full force of his soul.
You’d better believe he steals mine, too.
When I can finally breathe again and hold my eyes open, I collapse against him with a sigh.
He’s still inside me, his arms tucked snug around me.
We stay like that for a few quiet minutes, listening to the rain slapping the car’s roof.
And then I realize I’ve just had hurricane-force sex with my boss—who also happens to be the most eligible bachelor in the Windy City—in the back of a company car. All while my niece is with a sitter we’ll probably be late for.
And for once in my life, I’m not panicked.
I’m enjoying every filthy second of this so much I giggle.
“What?” He strokes a hand up and down my back, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Nothing, I just...I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You’ll get a proper bed next time. That’s how I always imagined it, but Reese, I couldn’t fucking wait. Not after the way you’ve kissed me the last few days.”
Nice confession. If these are his new scandalous secrets, sign me up.
I kiss him tenderly, pressing a needy hand to his face.
“It’s okay. I—I loved it. Couldn’t you tell?”
He hugs me tighter, mischief gathering into a smile on his face.
I finally process his words. “Hold up. Did you say next time? Like this isn’t a one-time stress thing?”
“If you think I can live without that again, you’re insane,” he growls.
I’m smiling into our next kiss.
“Reese, when you said you’ve never done anything like this before, you mean in a car, right?”
“And with my boss. And—um, ever.”
“This was your first time?” His gaze sharpens.
“Uh-huh. If I’d known it was like this, I wouldn’t have waited so long. But I’m glad I did so you could do the honors.”
“Holy shitting balls. You’re telling me I just took your virginity in the back seat of the company car? Christ. I’m sorry.”
I kiss his cheek. “I’m not. Believe me.”
He brings his hot lips to mine. His kiss is intense but not urgent.
It’s slow, sweet, meaningful.
When he pulls away, he cradles me closer.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he says.
“So I know we’ve both been through a lot the past few weeks. Do you think this was like burning through all the emotions and exhaustion, or did it—” My face heats. My words stall.
I don’t know how to ask him this. We’re still naked, this is new, and I kinda want to hide.
“Or?” he echoes.
“Do you think it means something? Because if it didn’t...”
His mouth is on mine in a flash, his tongue tracing inside my cheeks and lavishing my lips.
“Hell yes, it meant a fuck of a lot. And if you’ll have me, I want to take my sweet time with you, figuring out exactly what that something is.”
Dear Lord.
Can one man’s words give me a whiplash? And if they can’t, I think those eyes will.
“Something big?” I whisper. Because I don’t think I can survive if it doesn’t mean that.
He chuckles, skimming his hand on my thigh.
“Something huge, Reese. Something tectonic. Something with a massive fucking heap of potential.”
I shudder. I could almost cry, as silly as that sounds.
I never get the chance. In a swift movement, I’m on the seat and Nick is on his knees, half on the floor. He wraps a hand around each of my thighs and he pulls me toward him so I’m at an angle on the seat before edging them apart.
“Nick...what are you doing?”
“Making up for taking your cherry in the back of a business car by further defiling you in the back of said car. Isn’t it obvious?” He grins, letting his tongue linger in his parted lips with a wicked suggestion.
I laugh nervously.
“Man, I have no idea what you’re talking abou—oh.”
I gasp when his head comes forward and his lips meet my opening. His tongue flicks across the tiny pearl of pleasure, a tease, and then the main course when his whole mouth goes to work.
He kisses down the cleft until he’s stroking my core.
His tongue sweeps in. I’m shaking.
It only gets worse—or is it better?—when he grabs my ass and pulls me against his face.
I’m riding his beard, his tongue, his teeth, all trained with the wildest precision.
Oh. My. God.
And his grip only tightens, sealing me against his thrusts as his tongue dips in and out, taking what’s always been his.
I’m moving against his mouth the same way I moved against him earlier.
It’s so intense I’m on the verge of tears, and it’s still not enough. I wind my fingers through his thick, dark hair and pull him closer—toward me.
He knows what I want as he rises, meeting my mouth.
