Page 160 of Movers and Shakers

But I knew this wasn’t going to be enough. My thighs clenched around nothing and I was desperate to be filled.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Not until you come first.”

“I won’t until you’re inside of me. Please, Barry?”

“You’re impatient today.”

“If we’re going to do this in a limo, then I want to fuck.”

“Whatever you want. Lift your hips, sunshine.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. The second I moved, he unzipped his pants. I held my underwear aside so I could feel his cock press in at my entrance.

“Don’t take it slow,” I said. “I want it all.”

And he didn’t. He pushed into me with one ruthless thrust. My body burned in pleasure as I made room for his cock.

“All of these people want a look at you,” he said, pushing impossibly deeper inside of me. “But I have you like this.”

Oh, fuck.How did I form words? I’d forgotten.

“Touch yourself, sunshine,” he said. “Come on my cock.”

His hips rocked up, sending him even deeper inside of me, and I found my clit, letting his movements move me into my hand.

This was the most pleasurable form of torture. My body was wound up, desperate for release, and his cock was hitting the most sensitive parts as he ground upward.

“I won’t last long,” I said, my voice desperate.

“Neither will I.” His strain finally hit his voice. The car was moving, going up a bumpy road that disguised his thrusts. He moved harder and I gasped as I tumbled over the edge of a cliff.

My body exploded, tiny fireworks shooting out from my clit, through my core, up my spine. My vision whited out and my orgasm continued for as long as he was moving.

“Fuck,” he said, and with one last thrust, he came too.

Barry and I only had seconds to catch our breaths before we pulled into the driveway. We rushed to get all of our clothes back into their proper places before anyone caught onto what we’d just done.

Thatwas staying our little secret.

Barry

Pulling Lila into the car had been a split-second decision, just like having sex with her right then and there had been too. While I knew no one—not even Juno—could see us, the other things I’d done were far more obvious.

The photos from outside Malia’s office were everywhere instantly and I foolishly thought my disguise would work. It mostly did.

I was known as a mystery man, exactly as planned.

But I forgot about my family who wouldn’t be fooled by a hat and sunglasses.

Ruth called three hours after the photos had dropped.

“Hey,” I said as I picked up the phone. Lila was in another room, working on a virtual meeting about her costumes for the concert. “If this is about family dinner, I can’t come this week.”

“I figured because I’m pretty sure you’re in LA right now.”

I froze for a second. “And why would you say that?”

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