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“While I enjoy apples, your ass is far more delectable.”

He explored with his fingers, and found the damning lubrication that my body had produced simply from having been bent over a flat surface. Over the years, I’d been conditioned to rough handling and rougher sex. It had nothing to do with a breathtaking man who wasn’t my husband accosting me in a parking garage.

“Mmm. You complain, but apparently you enjoy having men sneak up on you.” He speared his fingers into me, filling me, making me gasp.

“Every woman makes some lubrication to get through a regular day. It has nothing to do with you roughing me up.”

“Oh, I think it’s mostly about me. Your body knows what it wants even if your brain is still angry—maybe because your brain is still angry. I think you like the struggle, at least when it’s safe.”

That put me in an awkward position. Now, if I let him do what he wanted, I was submitting to him, but if I fought back, I was proving his point.

“What do you want, Loïc?” I tried not to respond to the finger now circling my clit.

“What do you think?” His voice was dark and full of lust.

“We can’t!” I secretly hoped he would ignore my protest. “I have to go.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m trying to get to an appointment.” I struggled beneath him, and yet deliberately rubbed against his erection through several layers of his clothing. Why was I encouraging this?

“I’ll try not to mess you up too thoroughly then.”

He withdrew his fingers so suddenly my breath caught, but then his fingers were replaced with something bigger and warmer.

“Loïc, nooo. I have to get there on time, and preferably not full of cum.”

“If you needed to leave so badly, I feel sure you would use your safeword.” He was teasing me, reminding me I had one. I opened my mouth to say it, but his cock was sliding up and down my slit, and I found myself tilting my hips upward, standing on my toes to make it easier for him to penetrate me.

He gave several shallow strokes, then pulled out and spat before pushing back in much more smoothly, not stopping until he’d given me everything I could take. I whined quietly, ridiculously turned on, yet terrified he was lying about the video cameras, and also worried someone might stumble across us when they were trying to get to their own car. My parking garage was rarely empty, and I knew several of my neighbors.

“Fuck. Tell me you missed me.” His thrusts got harder until my toes came up off the ground completely with each stroke.

“Been…too busy to miss you,” I teased, but it came out more as a gasp. I had been too busy, but I’d also missed him despite myself. The man made my life more exciting.

He released a sound of irritation and rammed into me hard, making me cry out. He groaned, as though the sound had turned him on. Unfortunately, the man was my kind of pervert.

“Where were you going, woman?”

My mind had gone hazy with the rough pleasure he was inflicting. I babbled and sobbed, but I wasn’t sure what I said, or even what he had asked anymore.

He completely covered me, crushing me to the car with his body, making me feel deliciously trapped. He smelled like the sinful thoughts I’d had about him in the shower this morning, and he felt like purgatory, stuck somewhere between heaven and hell.

“Are you going to make me ask again?” The words were quietly threatening. My racing heart kicked up another notch.

“Why should I tell you when you always seem to know?” I managed to get gasped words out between thrusts.

His lips hovered over my ear, brushed softly, and he stilled his hips, making me shift with impatience.

“You’re not filming today. They need time to set up the new location. You’re not going to the salon or to get waxed.”

“You mean there are still some mysteries about me you haven’t solved?” I smirked, but then gasped at the punishing thrust he gave me.

“If you had another lover, I would have figured that out by now.” He eased out of me and groaned, but pulled my clothing to rights. Neither of us had gotten off, and I was almost vibrating with need. I turned and watched him zip up his pants. I whined like a toddler being denied a toy.

Why did he have to be so sexy?

And what the hell was he wearing this time?

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