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“I’m going to stop wearing underwear. You just keep tearing them or stealing them.”
“I’ll buy you more. Now take my cock out and slide it inside you. I want you to ride me all the way home.”
I lean my head back as she lowers my zipper and slips her hand inside the fabric of my pants and pulls my cock free. She strokes it up and down before positioning herself above it. She eases herself down, and she’s so wet that I bottom out in seconds. Grabbing my shoulders, she lifts herself back up and sets a slow pace as she fucks me like she has all the time in the world.
She doesn’t give a thought to Miles, who is trying to focus on the road and not what’s happening behind him. She doesn’t worry about appearances or that we’ve just buried my father. All she cares about is me and her. Here and now. If I could capture this moment, I would because this is the first time she’s let go and just let herself be the woman she was always destined to be.Mine.
The little gold chain around her neck slips out of her dress as she bounces up and down on my cock. I grip it in my fist and tug it lightly, pulling her mouth to mine. She tastes like salvation, something I don’t deserve, but I’ll take it anyway. I’ll take everything she wants to give me and more.
“That’s it,bambola, just like that. Fuck me like you can’t live without my cock inside you.”
She bites my lip as my hands slide under her dress to grab her ass. My fingers dig in as I help her move, both of us chasing the high before she tears her mouth from mine, throws her head back, and screams. She squeezes me tightly, dragging me over the edge with her, her rapture making it impossible for me to pull my eyes away.
If I die now, I’ll be a happy man.
She lifts her head, her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed. “Silly man. We’re going to live forever.”
I shake my head, realizing I’d said it out loud.
“As entertaining as that was, I can see a cop up ahead, and I’d rather not get pulled over while your dick is inside your wife,” Miles drawls, making Nova laugh and climb off me, leaving a wet patch on my pants.
She bites her lip, merriment on her face.
“Laugh it up. I don’t give a fuck. I’d wear you all over me if I could.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening.” She grimaces.
“Traffic is slowing. Looks like the cop is pulling people over,” Miles says.
I look up and sigh. I don’t have time for this shit today.
“You got any napkins up there, Miles?” Nova asks.
He shakes his head with a laugh. “Had her cleaned out yesterday. Sorry, Nova. You’re gonna have to drip-dry.”
“That’s gross. Vice, Miles is being mean to me.”
“Want me to shoot him?”
She contemplates it for a moment before she sighs. “No, he’s kind of grown on me. Sort of like a fungus.”
“Hey!” Miles protests.
I turn to Nova. “Put your gun back on so the cop doesn’t have a meltdown.”
“My thighs are still damp, and I’m not a fan of chaffing.” Instead, she grabs the clutch she left on the floor and tosses it inside. “Looks like the bag came in handy after all,” she smiles.
“You’re the only woman I know who doesn’t carry a bag around with them. Would you have even brought it with you if Isaac hadn’t tossed it to you as we were leaving?”
“Probably not. Have you ever seen a bodyguard with a purse?”
I don’t point out that most bodyguards are men or that she isn’t a bodyguard anymore.
“Isaac said women at funerals carried purses to put their tissues in or something just as stupid. If I’m going to be standing in a circle of some of the world’s deadliest men, I’m going to be thinking about my knife and gun, not some tissues. Just don’t tell Isaac I accidentally left my bag in the limo, okay?” She makes a face, making Miles laugh.
Our car is next, so Miles slows down as the cop approaches. He’s not one I recognize, but after being gone for as long as I have, that’s hardly surprising.
“License and registration, please.”
