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“Just ask me, Grace.” My pulse is thrumming so fast, and I have no idea why. I mean, I know what she’s about to ask. I know my answer will always be yes to this woman. Still, it’s hard for her to ask for the things she needs.
Her big blue eyes blink at me.
The music changes again to a fast song. I turn it off.
Facing me, she looks so sweet and beautiful. “I reserved the seat next to me on the plane. Will you go with me to New Jersey and meet my family?”
“There it is.” I can’t help being overjoyed. “I would love to come with you. I’ll have Jenn take over everything for as long as you need me.”
Tears shine in her eyes. “Just a week. We leave on Friday.”
I lift her so she’s sitting on the top of the center console. The dress in all my fantasies shimmies up her thighs. “I love you, Grace Lane. I’d go anywhere, anytime, for you.”
“Thank you. I love you too. I want you to meet my mom and dad. They’re going to love you.” She threads her fingers through my hair.
“They made you, so I already love them.” It’s corny but totally true. I already love the people who are responsible for creating the only woman my heart will always need.
She lowers her mouth to mine, nibbles my top lip, and teases me with her wicked tongue.
I slide my hand along the back of her silky dress. “Is there any chance you might let me slide this zipper down?”
“We’ll be late to the party.” Pressing her tongue inside my mouth, she wiggles her hips forward.
I’m hard as a rock when she lets me up for air. “Is that a yes?”
“We should mingle with the cast and crew. It’s a work party.” Her words don’t match the seduction in her eyes, or the way she’s already pulled my tie loose and unbuttoned my top two buttons.
I press the button so my seat moves all the way back. Grabbing her ass, I pull her so she’s straddling me. “The way I see it is we’ll show up, we say hello. All I want to start the new year is to make love to you until dawn. I’m not opposed to making that happen at a club, but since we do work with those people, that might not be the best idea.”
Her eyes fill with passion. “It’s hard to argue with that.” Her dress is riding high on her hips, and with the generous slit, her entire right leg is exposed, along with a hint of flesh at her pelvis.
I run my thumb along the top of the material across her warm flesh. It’s hard to breathe with my cock so uncomfortably hard. “No panties, Grace?”
She blushes and shakes her head. “They ruin the look of the dress.”
I run my thumb across her wet pussy.
She gasps and presses into my fingers. “Landon.”
“This is most definitely my favorite piece of clothing in the universe.” I have to force my hand away before we go too far in public. As much as I want her, getting arrested on New Year’s Eve would not be a great way to start our life together.
Easing her to the side, I lift her back to the passenger seat and groan as she rubs her hand over my cock on her way. “Tease,” I say.
She giggles. “And you’re not a tease?”
In the low sports-car seat, both her legs are exposed to the top of her thigh.
Once I drive onto the highway, I slide my hand along the slit of her dress. Each time I caress upward, I inch the dress higher until my fingers graze her wet pussy. “It’s twenty minutes to your apartment. I vote for a stop before we go to the party, and I also vote for me getting you off in the car on the way.”
Grace lifts her hips, so her dress rides all the way up to expose her pretty pussy. “It’s unanimous.”
Slipping my finger between her slick folds earns me the most wonderful gasps and cries as I traverse the traffic to Grace’s apartment. I go slow, teasing her until she’s rubbing herself against my fingers, harder and faster.
She grips my hand and presses it hard against her clit while her orgasm shatters with a long scream. “Landon, you need to get us home. I need you inside me.”
Licking her sweet juices off my fingers earns me yet another groan, which I match. I’m so hard, I may come before she touches me. It’s a fight to calm my desire for another five minutes of the ride.
At her apartment, she unlocks the door, pushes me inside, and turns her back to me. “The zipper.” Her voice is urgent.
