Page 57 of S.O.S. Perk

Sloane moaned as she spotted the cottage up ahead, wondering if she could make it before orgasming in her jeans. “Fuck.”

“Yes,” Perk hissed. “As soon as you stop the car.”

Did he mean…in the car?

Sloane felt more moisture gush between her legs. She couldn’t wait to find out. She’d never had sex anyplace other than a bed before. Her ex hadn’t been very adventurous.

She pulled up to the property as described.

“Around back,” Perk clipped. “Away from the road.”

Sloane couldn’t conjure enough spit in her mouth to answer, but did as he demanded, finding a likely spot between two pine trees. There was, however, still the matter of a cottage next door…

“Don’t worry. It’s vacant,” Perk told her, clearly reading her mind as she put the car in park. He reached over and turned off the key, then dragged her prone, her back hitting the seat while he kept his body hovering over hers, virtually tucking her beneath him.

All doubts left Sloane’s brain about vying for supremecy.

For the first time in her life, she felt…protected. It was an odd sensation. Sloane was always the one doing the securing; sometimes by circumstance, but more often by choice.

In this situation, however, she found herself handing control over to Perk.

She smirked to herself.

It was perfect…for now.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Perk couldn’t believe he’d finally gotten the green light from Sloane. He’d known their chemistry was undeniable, but because of her past—her fucking ex-husband—she was usually so far into her own head that she’d back off, refusing to be her true self.

At the moment, thank God, those things weren’t a problem.

Sloane had actually jumped him in the diner parking lot, taking what she’d wanted from him for as long as she needed it. Or at least until she’d remembered they were in a public place.

The tamping down of his normal alpha tendencies hadn’t been tough for Perk; letting Sloane have control. He was head over heels for the woman and trusted her implicitly. Whatever worked for Sloane, worked for him. And when she’d eventually acquiesced in that clinch, to a silent give and take, Perk knew he was making significant inroads into the years’ long journey of misgivings that had been thrust upon her by a douchebag.

That Sloane had eventually relaxed enough to let Perk take over completely, here in her car, said a lot about how far she’d come. Gazing down at her now where she’d submitted to a little high-handed commandeering, Perk knew it had been a conscious decision on her part to let him have his way, and he wasn’t going to screw it up.

“You’re okay with this?” he asked rhetorically, still anxious to give her an out if she changed her mind.

“Less talk, more action,” she huffed up at him.

Yeah. He might be on top, but Sloane would still call a lot of the shots.

“Not a problem,” he replied, and taking a chance, he gathered both her hands in one of his and lifted them above herhead. Balancing on that pivot point, and his knees, he delved back under her sweater with his free hand, this time lifting it so he could get his first look at Sloane’s upper body without its protective covering.

He didn’t have words. She was ripped all over, yet soft in all the right places. A total wet dream.

Perk reverently pulled down the lacy, sea-green cups that were cradling her breasts.

And… Her tits were magnificent.

Showcased above her muscled ribcage, they sat up firm and high, and centered perfectly atop them were two pretty pink nipples, prominent like sweet berries waiting to be plucked. Or sucked.

He’d oblige with both.

Cupping one ripe peach with his palm, he lowered his mouth to the other and kissed its peak. Sloane’s body quivered beneath him, and her hips raised, seemingly desperate to make contact with his.

His cock twitched. If she kept it up, his control would be in danger of derailing. He couldn’t have that.

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