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He must have had the same thought. Brett’s mouth pressed against mine in a searing kiss, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, coaxing my mouth open. Our tongues tangled together as his hands slid down my body.
When his rough hands gripped my thighs, I moaned into the kiss. He lifted me, pressing me back against the car while my fingers weaved through his hair.
Groaning, he pressed against me as wetness pooled between my thighs.
“Holy shit, we have to come back here next Friday when they have a live band!” a voice said, breaking through the little bubble Brett and I were in.
Brett looked at me, his eyes wide. I locked my legs around his waist as a drunken couple stumbled past us, heading straight for a taxi waiting at the other end of the lot.
“We need to talk about this. Get in the car,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He put me down and opened the door to his backseat. I climbed inside, and he followed me, but the doors were closed no sooner than I was in his lap.
“We don’t tell anyone about this,” he said seconds before his mouth was on mine.
His hands grabbed my hips, his fingers digging deep as I rocked my hips, creating friction between us. Brett groaned into the kiss, one hand moving up my body to massage my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.
Brett rolls the stiffened peak between his fingers, his mouth trailing down the column of my neck. I arched my back as he pulled the neckline of my dress down, taking a nipple into his mouth. Moaning, I writhed against him as he nipped the sensitive flesh before flattening his tongue against it.
His fingers slipped beneath my dress when he switched to the other side. I moaned as he pushed the thin lace to the side before circling my clit. Brett took his time, switching between my nipples and teasing my clit, driving me into a frenzy.
I rocked my hips and arched my back, doing anything I could to get more of him. I needed him.
Brett chuckled as I weaved my fingers through his hair and pulled his head back to mine. He nipped me as we kissed, teasing me with his fingers until I finally heard him pull his zipper down.
Thank fuck for the dark window tint, I thought as he slid into me.
His gaze was heated as I sank onto him, rolling my hips and taking him deeper. Brett groaned and started thrusting, his hands gripping my hips as he moved us together. My finger dug into my shoulders; my clit rubbed with every thrust.
My inner walls clenched around him, my orgasm coming hard and fast as he drove himself more quickly into me.
“Fucking hell, Georgia. If you keep squeezing me like that, I won’t last much longer.”
I moaned and rolled my hips, taking him as deep as possible. Brett’s mouth was on my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh as his cock throbbed. He moved faster, thrusting harder until his cock stiffened, his release taking over.
“We aren’t going to tell anyone about this,” he said as I got off him and opened the door.
“Don’t worry,” I said as I got out. I leaned back down and looked at Brett sitting in the backseat with a smirk. “It wasn’t that memorable.”
Chapter Four: Brett
AsGeorgiastrodeintomy office Monday morning, the last words she said to me on Saturday night started playing in my head.
Not that memorable.
I didn’t believe her, but even my ego took a hit when a woman said something like that. She had seemed to enjoy herself, but then she had gotten up and left. There had been no waiting around for a taxi together or talking to me.
I sat there and watched as she ran across the parking lot to a taxi.
Now, she was walking into my office like she hadn’t been fucking me in the backseat of my car a couple of days ago.
“You wanted to see me?” Georgia asked as she sat down on the other side of my desk.
“Yes. You and I need to talk about something that happened, which will not be happening again.”
The mischievous look in her eyes told me that she thought differently. However, as soon as that mischief was there, it was gone again, and she was looking just past me.
“I don’t know what you could be talking about,” she said, glancing at me. “I can’t remember anything that happened between us. It must not have been that memorable if something did.”
