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“But—”
I rip the vibrator package open with my teeth.
“Oh boy. Look at you. Um…” A dizzy headshake. “The salesgirl said it might be partially charged, but she wasn’t sure…” I press the button and it fires to life. “Oh,” she rasps, mesmerized by the vibrating purple toy. “There it goes.”
I work her skirt up to her waist, leaving it loosely bunched there. God almighty, those thighs. That ripe-looking mound in between them. Mine. For right now. “I shouldn’t be doing this, Taylor.”
“I know,” she says breathlessly. “I’m distracting you from the investigation.”
“An investigation that you’re a part of, whether we like it or not.”
“Uh-huh.”
Stop talking. Now. You say too much to this woman. “But that way you kiss me? Like you’re curious and overwhelmed at the same time? The perfect rhythm of your hips when you rubbed on my cock this morning, begging to get banged. And Christ, the way you sucked me off…” I spit on the vibrator and shove it into her sunshine yellow underwear, grinding the vibration right where she needs it, listening to her stuttered moan, memorizing the shock of pleasure that transforms her expression. “I already know you’d be the best fuck I’d ever had by a million miles and that’s making it very hard to stay out of these panties, Taylor, you understand me?”
“Yes yes yes.”
“I’m going to handle this mean little throb, because it’s all for me, isn’t it?” She nods unevenly, and gratification like I’ve never known spreads inside me like spilled paint on a canvas. Responsibility, possessiveness. Shit I never expected to feel in my lifetime. “We’re going to take care of this ache and get back to work, you hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” she says in a rush.
“You tell me when you’re ready to have it inside of you.”
“Now. I’m…I’m…”
I drag a finger through her slit, coming out of it soaked. “A wet little thing. Aren’t you?”
She’s already starting to shake. Jesus. Jesus, she’s trembling. Lips parted. Eyes glassy, thighs restless, back arched. It’s taking every iota of willpower not to give her this cock up against the side of the car, but there is an unseen collar around my neck, put there in the name of self-preservation. If I have sex with this woman, if I indulge us without rules or boundaries, there will be no turning back. Somehow I know that with total certainty. I won’t be able to stay away when this is all over. Hell, I can barely keep away now. And if something happened to her…if I got distracted and missed something like last time…
I kiss her, hard, refusing to think about it. Kiss her so long and with so much hunger that we’re both sucking in oxygen by the time we come up for air.
“Myles,” she whimpers against my mouth—and I know exactly what she’s asking for. So I look her in the eye and pump the curved, spit-slicked end of the vibrator into her pussy, slowly, slowly, until my knuckles meet her damp lips and she’s sobbing. “Please, please,” she chants. “Please.”
Goddamn. It’s happening again. Just like in that cave, just like in that bedroom before the buoy crashed in, I’m losing myself. I’m sinking into her so completely, nothing else matters. There’s no parking lot, no street, no crime to solve. If that isn’t a warning signal, I don’t know what is, but I can’t keep my mouth from raking over her soft one, capturing her whimpers and twining our tongues together in a way that says, yeah, that’s right, I’ll fuck you so nasty, you’ll never be the same. Can’t stop myself from pressing that vibrating nub to her clit and loving the way she jerks between me and the car, her thighs hot and restless around my hand.
And we’re in this other place right now, this place with no pretenses, so I open my mouth and everything I’ve been keeping trapped in my head comes pouring out.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” Keeping her clit stimulated, I work the thick curve in and out of her wet entrance. Nice and slow and deep, deep, deep, pressing when I can’t go any further. Grinding. Listening to her gasp and beg for more. “Your eyes. Your smile. Yeah, you’ve got me dying over those, then you throw in that ass. God. I’d kill to hit this from the back. Hell if you don’t move in a way that says you’re ripe and tight where it counts.”
“Oh my God, stop. Stop. No, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Her mouth is on mine, hungry, tongue kinky, hand gripping my shoulders as if she’d like to climb me and never come down. Not sure I would let her, either. “Pretend,” she cries into our next kiss. “Pretend it’s you.”
Just when I think she’s done blowing my mind.
Later, later maybe I’ll stare into space and marvel over this second grade teacher asking me to play-fuck her with a vibrator, but right now? Ah Jesus, all I can do is comply. I position the toy in front of my bulging zipper, flatten her upper half against the car and I fuck her with the vibrating silicone. As if it’s attached to me. I’m painfully aware that it’s not, but her enjoyment eclipses my agony. Her ass is squeaking ever-so-slightly up and down the car door, my hips thrusting between her semi-spread legs, vibrator sinking in and out, and she’s biting on that bottom lip, tits puffing up and down, because here it comes, any second now she’s going to get swallowed by an orgasm and I get to watch. Me. I have that privilege.
