Page 115 of One Wrong Move

Her body draws taut. “Nate,” she moans. “What?”

“You didn’t tell me Willard came to visit you.”

“Not me,” she breathes. “The art gallery. Didn’t seem important.”

“He’s interested in you.”

“He’s not. He’s interested in what I can offer him,” she says. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips. She looks almost feverish, and I want nothing more than to be home, right at this instant, where I can slip this dress off her and watch her body bow as she comes.

“I think he is… he is… something is wrong with him,” she whispers. “Is that our car?”

“Yes.” André gets out of the driver’s seat. I don’t use the car service very often, but when I do, it’s always him I hire. He opens the back door for us, and I help Harper into the vehicle before slipping in after her.

She sags against the cushions, stretching out her legs in the ample space. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “Sitting down… affects it…”

I shift closer to her on the seat. “You’re close?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I can’t… Nate.”

It’s a split-second decision. To turn the vibration off… or to let her come.

I hit the button that raises the partition, and the barrier rolls up quickly, blocking out André in the front seat. He’s a good man. He knows where we’re going, and I’ll tip him generously when we get there.

“Nate,” Harper whispers again. Her hands are curved around the edge of the seat, her eyes half-closed. She’s breathing hard. “I’m going to…”

I pull up her dress. It’s more difficult in the car, but not impossible. As soon as she knows where I’m heading with it, she helps me. A second later, the gown is bunched at her waist, and I’m pulling her thong to the side. Bending over to get my mouth into position…

I push the end of the toy off her swollen clit and replace it with my lips.

The sound that escapes Harper is half shriek, half gasp.

Her skin is warm and fragrant. Soft. And I have wanted to do this for weeks. Months.

Years, if I’m being honest with myself.

The other morning, after she’d given me the best blow job of my life, this was the only thing I wanted to do. Needed to do. But the reality of the day and the racing clock had sent her away to shower and get dressed.

It’s too tight in the car for me to get in a better pose, but damn, beggars can’t be choosers. The toy is still vibrating inside her pussy, so I focus all my attention on her clit instead.

Where Harper said she usually focused while touching herself.

Her hand slides into my hair, gripping tight, and I love the sound of her soft moans. Her hips move beneath my touch as she rolls them on the seat, against my circling tongue.

“Nate,” she breathes. A cry cuts off her next half-spoken word, and she arches off the seat, pressing her clit tight to my lips. I suck on the swollen bud and listen to the sound of her soft moans and heavy breaths as pleasure washes over her.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

Everything with her is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever experienced.

As her orgasm fades, she still trembles, her fingers still tangled in my hair. I have to fight in the confined space to reach into my pocket and turn off the vibrations.

“I can’t believe,” she whispers, “that just happened.”

Her hands slip from my hair and cover her face, hiding her from my view. I kiss her pussy goodbye and put the toy back in place, but without turning it on now. Pull the thong to rights.

Then, I sit down next to her. The car is moving, has been the entire time, but the traffic makes the progress slow.

“Friends help friends come,” I say with my hand on the bare skin of her thigh. Pulling her closer to my side.

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