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“No.”

I exhaled in relief. “One more question.” I worried my bottom lip between my teeth. The last thing I wanted was to offend him, but I needed an honest answer. I wouldn’t be the other woman.

He cocked his head and raised a curious brow. “Go on.”

“Are you married?”

He took my hand and tugged me toward him. “No, Sunshine.” He crushed his mouth against mine and inhaled me into his lungs.

“I’m not a home-wrecker, and I don’t have sex with married men,” I told him through our kissing and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I fit perfectly on him, as if I were made to be there, grinding to my heart’s content.

His hands moved over my body, discovering every inch of me: my thighs and hips, my waist and stomach, my breasts and back.

My skin sizzled with need and delight. I was desperate for anything he would give me because of the lack of intimacy I’d had over the past year.

“And I’m not the cheating kind,” he growled.

“I sensed as much.” I took his hand and tucked it under the hem of my skirt. Perhaps wearing a dress with lightning-fast access had been a little foreshadowing. “I’m so horny for you.” I bucked my needy pussy against his hand. “I want your cock more than anything.”

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric to my slick folds. “Shit. You’re so warm and wet.” He fondled me, my arousal coating his digits, then removed his fingers and put two in his mouth. The sounds he made, like he hadn’t ever tasted something so decadent, drove me wild.

“Stop teasing me.” I yanked his hand back down between my legs and sealed my lips to his. It’d been a long time since anyone touched me. I’d likely come fast, but then I’d be ready to go again for him to get his.

“Do you enjoy tasting yourself on my tongue?” he asked as he devoured me.

“Yes,” I said in a breathy voice as he inserted a finger, then another, stretching my tight, neglected pussy. I frantically rode his fingers, my orgasm forming quickly.

“Such a dirty girl.” He pushed deep inside me. “So beautiful, fucking my fingers.”

“Oh God, yes!” I threw my head back, the pressure rapidly building in my core. “Are you clean?”

“Yeah. Are you?” His hot mouth went to my neck and licked my sensitive skin.

“Yes, yes, I’m clean and on birth control. But I want you to wear a condom.”

“No problem there.” He opened the center console and removed a square packet. “I was going to wear one anyway.”

I stilled to check out his stash of latex. “I thought you said you don’t do this kind of thing?”

“I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m not prepared for when the opportunity presents itself, like now.” A heart-stopping smile tugged at his lips.

I couldn’t wait any longer and unfastened his pants to free his fully erect cock. “It’s nice to see you’re as turned on as me.” Just holding him in my hand, pre-cum beading from the slit and the head an angry red, made me almost come. In a better position and with more time, I’d happily suck him off.

“I’ve been hard since our first kiss.”

I cut my eyes at him. “Seriously?”

“Tell me you’ve been wet for me just as long.”

“I have.” I rolled the condom onto his dick, then lifted so it was at my opening. “Can’t believe I’m about to have sex with a stranger.”

“You don’t feel like a stranger.” He cradled my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. “Sort of feels like I’ve known you my whole life.” He captured my lips before I could reply.

I lowered onto his cock, meeting some resistance. Gripping his shoulders, I raised up and lowered, repeating the movement over and over to loosen myself up.

“You’re so tight,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Or maybe you’re above average.” Not that I’d had a ton of experience with guys, but I’d been with a few, and he was definitely not the smallest. I’d say he was perfect.

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