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Now, I was in a car with my body responding to an attraction my mind hadn’t even connected the dots to. Graham Hilborne.
My mother’s former employer.
A man I was doing a real favor for by watching his kid until he found someone else to do it.
“What are we doing?” I whispered as Graham’s big hand rubbed its way up my thigh, making me shudder.
“Something that both of us want.” His hand continued to wander, and my pulse seemed to follow it as it trailed over my belly and then paused before cupping my breast impossibly gently. I’d never been so out of breath by simply sitting in the driver’s seat of a car. I wanted his hand everywhere, and I wanted to touch him, too, but my own fingers still gripped the steering wheel tightly, afraid to let go. He noticed, withdrawing from my sensitive breasts to caress my white knuckles. “Heather.”
“I just got out of a long relationship,” I blurted out. “It ended badly.”
“All we’re doing here is enjoying each other.” He hadn’t stopped rubbing my fingers, urging me to loosen my death grip. “No strings attached.”
“I can’t be hurt like that again.” There it was, and I hated myself for my vulnerability. I barely even knew Graham and wasn’t even sure I actually liked him. All I could understand was this inexplicable, primal urge to lose myself in him.
“Hurt is going to be the last thing on your mind right now,” he promised me, loosening one of my hands from the steering wheel and planting a soft kiss in the middle of my palm. It shouldn’t have felt so good, shouldn’t have struck so many chords of pleasure within me, but it did. God, it did.
And when our lips met for the first time, it was like some secret inward release mechanism that made me let go of everything—of Charlie and the heartbreak of New York and every little thing I was worried about. I knew it couldn’t last, that all this was temporary, but I leaned toward Graham. Iwantedto lose myself in him—to lose all of it.
“That’s it,” Graham rumbled as I slipped my other hand from the wheel and reached for him. His hands were everywhere, slipping beneath the hem of my shirt, unfastening my jeans, and rubbing between my legs, which was helplessly slick already. I fumbled gracelessly at the fly of his pants, and he accommodated me, reaching down and withdrawing his hardening length.
I wanted—God,I wanted—all of that in me. Now.
“You’re going to get exactly what you want,” Graham said, and I realized with a start that I’d spoken my previous thought aloud.
Oh myGod.
He wrenched his wallet out of his pants pocket and took a condom from it—something I refused to remark on except with utter relief that he’d somehow been prepared for this—before rolling it on himself. Then, as if he’d managed this before, he maneuvered the passenger seat as far back as it would go, reclined it slightly, and pulled me bodily onto his lap, my back against his front.
Reverse cowgirl on the go.
It wasn’t romantic, and it wasn’t pretty. It was lust and need and haste. Sloppy, awkward, and too hot to handle. He flipped my jeans down, and I spread my legs as wide as the seat allowed before sinking myself down on his hot steel. He struck places inside me that made me see stars, and I felt things in ways I didn’t know I could.
“Fuck, yes,” Graham quietly urged as he moaned, “Yes, Heather.”
There was no way that should’ve been that hot—his low encouragement and this crazy situation—but here we were, screwing each other in my rental car in front of his mansion, both of us out in the open where anyone could see us. I hadn’t sprung for any extras on this rental, so it didn’t even have tinted windows.
“Graham,” I gasped out, surprised I could speak at all. “What if someone could see us?”
He thrust upward into me with a smooth roll of his hips, and I had to bite down on my lip to smother my screams.
“Better hurry, then,” he reasoned, reaching around to play with my clit even as he took me apart from within.
“No, I mean Collins. We can’t—”
“The chef is serving her dinner right now. It’s her favorite dish. She won’t care about anything else, and the chef’s assistant will eat with her. It’s fine. We’re fine.”
“You planned this,” I accused him. “Son of a—oh!”
I was all out of excuses, all out of explanations about why we shouldn’t be doing this. In fact, I was out of my head. All semblance of reasoning vanished with each hurried stroke he made, and the pointed strumming of his fingers as they reached around me, dipping below my belly. How could he make every moment sweeter and hotter than the last? Just when I thought I couldn’t be feeling any better, he pushed my understanding of my own body deeper, further.
It had never happened this fast. I was blindsided by my own pleasure, my own attraction, my own raw need. “Graham! I think I’m—I’m going to—”
“Yes, you are,” he growled at me, twisting his hips in a way that made me lose all control, sobbing out my completion as I scrambled for something to anchor me before finally settling on the handle attached to the roof of the car. I rode out my pleasure as Graham groaned beneath me, gripping my waist and shaking as he came.
We just stayed attached like that for several long moments, panting and coming down from our individual peaks, slowly sliding back into reality.
“That was—wow,” I said, dazed, still holding on for dear life to the handle. I looked over my shoulder at him—it was hard as he was still deep inside me—and was gratified to see that he at least looked a little more disheveled than usual.
