Page 13 of Silver Flirt

Bash snarls, his rhythm faltering at my words. “Fuck, Melissa. I’m about to blow. Come for me right now. Come with me, baby.”

His words send me flying apart, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. Bash follows right after, pulsing hotly inside me as he finds his own release with a groan.

We collapse against each other, panting harshly as we come down from the high. My body is still trembling, aftershocks zinging through my nerves.

I’ve never come so hard in my life.

“Holy shit,” I murmur shakily. “That was...”

“Fucking amazing,” Bash finishes, lifting his head to grin at me. His green eyes are glowing with satisfaction. “Best sex of my life.”

“Really?”

“Hands down.”

I flush with pleasure at his praise. “Mine, too.”

And it’s true. I’ve had sex with guys in that past. But no one has ever made me feel as good as Bash just did.

He kisses me languidly, our tongues tangling in a slow, sensual dance. I could happily stay like this forever, wrapped up in his strong arms.

But reality is starting to creep back in.

We’re two grown adults who just had wild sex in a car like a couple of teenagers. The absurdity of the situation hits me and I can’t help but laugh.

Bash pulls back, raising an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just...” I giggle again. “I can’t believe we just did that. In my car, of all places. I feel like I’m sixteen again.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Hey, I seem to remember someone confessing she used to fantasize about fucking in the locker room. A car is pretty tame in comparison.”

I smack his shoulder playfully. “Shut up. I can’t be held accountable for things I say in the heat of the moment.”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty into the idea of you being a naughty librarian,” Bash teases, nipping at my bottom lip. “Maybe we should try that next.”

My clit throbs at the thought. I have a feeling any fantasy involving Bash would be mind-blowing. But as much as I’d like to go again, we really should get dressed before someone catches us. With extreme reluctance, I gently push at his chest.

“As tempting as that sounds, we should probably get out of here,” I sigh.

“I guess you’re right,” Bash grumbles, but he obligingly pulls out and sits back. We both wince as the cool air hits our overheated skin.

I sit up gingerly, grimacing at the sticky mess between my thighs. As amazing as that was, I’m definitely going to need a shower later. Bash seems to read my mind, because he reaches into the center console and pulls out a handful of fast food napkins.

“Let me do it, baby,” he murmurs, gently cleaning me up.

There’s something oddly tender about the gesture that makes my heart squeeze. When he’s done, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh before helping me slide my panties back into place. I return the favor, tucking him back into his jeans and zipping him up.

We straighten our clothes as best we can, but there’s no hiding the just-fucked look we’re both sporting.

“So,” I say awkwardly, not quite meeting his eyes. Post-coital reality is starting to set in and I’m not sure how to navigate this new dynamic between us. “I guess this is goodnight?”

Bash leans in and kisses me deeply, his hand cupping my cheek. “It was a great night, baby. When can I see you again?”

I blink at him. “What do you mean?”

He chuckles, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Don’t get me wrong, hot car sex was fun. But I really want to take you out on another date.”

My heart skips a beat. He wants to see me again? Like, for real?

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