Page 86 of Mark & Don't Tell

“Hey there, big guy.”

Lips quirking, he quickly kisses me again. “Get in the car before I do something naughty.”

“Like what?” I arch an eyebrow.

“Like bending you over the hood of my car and fucking you here and now.”

My walls clench, more than willing to let him do exactly what he wants. “What would the neighbors say?” I tease.

“Mmm. They might like watching,” he says, but steps back. “As tempting as you are, I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Such a gentleman.”

He opens my door with a cheeky smile and shoves one hand into his pocket. “Get your pretty ass in my car.”

“Yes, sir.”

A soft click fills the air right as I’m sitting, and the teaser inside my panties roars to life, a burst of vibration against my already aroused clit. “Ah, fuck,” I cry, clutching the door handle as the toy rumbles over my sensitive nerves.

And then it stops, almost as violently as it started.

“Oh, I like that,” Linc says with a sadistic chuckle.

I look up at him, panting and still clinging to the door. “This is a bad idea.”

Click.

Back at it again with the clit teaser. It’s perfectly positioned, nestled in just the right spot; it’s sensory overload. “Oh,” I gasp, struggling to keep my composure, but it’s a losing battle. The toy’s vibrations increase, and I choke on a strangled cry as my clit is absolutely ravaged. My entire body lights up with pleasure, a soft whimper spilling out of me as the sensations build and build and build—then it stops.

“What the fuck,” I whisper. My brain foggy from the almost orgasm, I stay perched half in the car, trying to get a hold of myself.

“Watch your feet,” Linc murmurs, skimming his hands down my bare legs and helping me sit properly in the car as I struggle to breathe. His hands trace up my calves, palm gliding up my thighs, dangerously close to discovering how wet I already am. My scent is so thick in the air between us, there’s no way he doesn’t know. “You have no idea how much I looked forward to tonight,” he whispers, ghosting his lips over mine again.

I sigh and flick my tongue against his lips.

With more willpower than I possess, he pulls away and gently shuts the door. He adjusts himself as he walks around the car, and I bite my lip. That’s definitely a generous handful. Fuck me.

I’ve never felt so horny in my entire life, which is saying a lot, because I love sex. But this? This is different. This is hunger that is never satiated. This is thirst that’s never quite quenched.

Linc gets into the car and pauses, looking over at me.

I’m certain my cheeks are flushed, and I’m still recovering, chest heaving as I steady my breathing.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, inhaling my scent and purring. “Do you like your present?”

“I’d like it a lot better if I could come,” I confess.

“Mmm. I’ll take that under advisement.” He hands over his phone. “Do you want to pick the music?”

“What if I play obnoxious pop music?” I challenge.

“Do you like obnoxious pop music?”

“Sometimes,” I say with a shrug.

“Play whatever you want, bunny. I want you to be comfortable.” Linc gives me a serious look. “Were you not allowed to pick music with your ex-boyfriends?”

We’re both adults. Our past relationships are no secret. “Actually, I’ve never been able to play my music unless I was alone in my car or hanging out with one of my friends.”

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