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“Good.” He nips at my earlobe. “Do you now have a two time policy?”

“No rules.” My hands drop to his zipper and I palm his hard length through his pants, making him groan. Good. Now it’s time for him to come undone. “It’s a good thing you have a sunshield covering your windows, Mr. Foster. We are about to explore some sex ed that is NSFW.”

“Unless you hid a condom in that gorgeous dress of yours, we’re going to have to keep it to hands and mouth.” As if to prove his point, he dips his fingers into me again, setting off more pulses of pleasure.

“I can make it work.” I guide his hands toward my panties and together we pull them off my hips. I shimmy off his lap, kicking my panties under the front seat of his car. Kneeling on the floor covering—which is surprisingly comfortable, trust Declan to be so thoughtful— I unzip his pants and pull out his cock, which drips with pre-cum. I lean forward and lick his rubbery tip, letting the salty sweet taste of him linger on my tongue.

“Daughtry—” he moans.

“You can say no. Yes is also an option.” With a firm grasp, I wrap my hand around his cock and pump him from his base to his tip.

His eyes drift closed as he groans again. “Yes. If you’re really on board, yes.”

Yes is the sexiest word in the English language. I lick the entire length of his cock, the hard muscle throbbing in my mouth. Within seconds of me taking him all the way to the back of my throat, he flexes his hips and thrusts his cock deeper.

I suck on the head of his cock then rock back on my heels. As fun as this is, I have other plans. “Let’s do this.”

Declan looks dazed, but he nods. “Whatever you want. I’m in, Daughtry. The whole Oregon Trail. Ride or die, until the wheels fall off or the oxen die from dehydration or we get dysentery.”

“Don’t talk about dysentery.” I giggle and straddle his lap, lining his cock along my seam. Yes. He’s hard and thick and hot and each time I stroke him, my clit tingles. This is almost better than penetration. “How’s this, Mr. Teacher?”

“I’m the student here.” He pulls me toward him in a bruising, all encompassing kiss that steals my breath.

That’s the thing I didn’t expect about Declan. He seems all buttoned up and strict, but he’s so…passionate. It snuck up on me and now it’s all I want.

Declan picks up a rhythm quickly, his hands gripping my hips and following me stroke for stroke. Fuck, this feels good. Not just the physical pleasure, but being with Declan, watching him take what he wants and get what he needs. A thick, vanilla-scented warmth spreads through my chest as pleasure builds and spirals in my center.

“Talk dirty to me,” I say, my breath more of a pant. “Like last night.”

He groans, withdrawing so he can stroke my clit with the dripping tip of his cock. “I fucking love your pussy. You taste like brandied cherries covered in the darkest chocolate. I want to memorize every inch of your body. It slays me that I haven’t seen your tits yet. You are the most perfect woman, and I want to claim every part of you. I could barely function today, thinking about you.You want to talk chemistry? Your pussy clenching my cock is the fusion of two hydrogen atoms, setting off a thermonuclear reaction. We are covalent bonds, but nothing can break us apart.”

I love those dirty, sweet words pouring out of him. I love his cock and the way he makes me feel. I love—

Declan groans, curling against my neck. “I’m going to soak your dress when I come, little rockstar. When you get up to perform, you’ll still be marked by me.”

That does it. The orgasm rips through me, like an atom splitting into millions of tiny particles. My vision shatters and sparks and it feels like I can see the entire expanse of the cosmos. It looks shockingly like a future with Declan, making pancakes on weekends, teaching Alex how to play guitar, laughing with them over board games and movie nights. Things I’ve never had. Declan makes me feel seen and smart and beautiful and kind. He makes me feel like I could be the kind of woman who can have these things. The kind of woman who stays.

He holds me close, not moving as I ride through the waves of pleasure. “I really am going to come, Daughtry. Do you want me to come on your dress?”

Through my hormonal fog, I dimly register his question. On one hand, yes. I do want that. On the other, this is my big break and I can’t have a giant semen stain on my dress.

Reluctant but determined, I slide off his lap and retrieve my panties from the floor. I dangle them in front of him. “I want you to come in these, and I want to watch.”

So he does. I’ll perform panty-less this evening, and it will be our little secret.

When he comes, crying out my name, instead of Daughtry, it sounds suspiciously like I love you.

CHAPTER 15

Declan

I drift through the rest of the day in a fog. Picking up Alex is a breeze. He can not stop talking about the Vendetta. They’ve given him a T-shirt and a signed LP, so Alex attempts to convince me to order a record player on the internet. I mollify him by saying I’ll talk to Moe at the hardware store and see if he can order one instead. We’re a tight knit community that thrives on shopping small.

Otherwise, it’s work, selling wine, chatting to my students’ parents, and trying not to think of Daughtry.

Which is impossible because I have her panties, smelling of her arousal and filled with my come, wrapped in a handkerchief in my pocket. It’s naughty and sexy and I fucking love it.

I love her. It’s always been there, just below the surface, but the explosion of attraction between us tipped me over. I’m two heartbeats and one more sexual encounter away from taking Alex with me and we’ll become roadies. Fuck school and convention.

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