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“Yes. Does that bother you? It was years ago.”

“Yet you two still remember each other.”

He took my hands. Did he think I needed to be placated? I wasn’t affected by the amount of women swarming the city whom he’d stuck his dick into. I was just curious.

“I still run into her from time to time when I come here. And by run into, I do not mean fuck.”

Whatever. A little muscle in my eye started twitching, and I took off for the car before he could notice it. He caught up to me before I could get there.

“Are you all right?”

“Of course I am.”

See, this was the kind of thing that happened when we left the house. Pretty young perky things popped up like dandelions all over my spotless yard, reminding me that Chase and I didn’t belong together. Reminding me how easy it would be for the weeds to take over and suffocate whatever we did have together. Liking someone younger a whole fucking lot only worked in a vacuum, not out in the living, breathing world.

“No, that’s not entirely true, Chase. Can we go to the car now?”

He nodded and gripped my hand. When we arrived, I leaned against the side, the metal cool against my back. I felt safer out here. It was pitch black, and he hadn’t parked too close to the building.

“I’m not an insecure woman. Quite the opposite, really.” I paused, thinking of the right words to say. I found that the older I got, the more comfortable with myself I became. I knew without a doubt that I would not be having these issues with a man my age. Yeah, I had a little saggage going on in the boob department, and that annoying forehead line bugged the shit out of me, but otherwise, I felt and looked pretty damn good.

Chase cozied up to me, trapping my body to the car. I loved it. I’d never get used to his strength hard against me. The way he was always ready and willing to give me the best orgasm of my life over and over and over again.

But again, that was so not the issue at hand….

“I’m not insecure, but I am realistic. Why be with me when you could be with the Amandas of the world?”

I didn’t try to bring it to mind, but once more the thought of my father running off with an Amanda after he’d damaged my mother slammed in front and center.

Chase moved back, forcing me to instantly crave him. The air against me was just not the same. “Fuck, Jillian. Give me a little credit to know what I want. I’ve always followed my passion, and it’s worked out well for me so far. Doesn’t that tell you anything?”

I wasn’t sure, but I was already sick of arguing about it. I couldn’t understand why I kept bringing up things that wouldn’t even be relevant months from now. I needed to savor this time with him, because when we were clicking, it was tight and unbreakable. I was fulfilled and happy, and I adored those feelings enough to keep pursuing them. I’d already accepted that I wanted him for more than just sex, but we had to be more careful. We couldn’t put ourselves in situations that would destroy the moment.

“I’m sorry, Chase.” I drew him back to me and snuggled against his chest. “I’m not doubting you want me.” At least not for today, and today was all we had. “Let’s just focus on the now, okay? I’ll do my best not to let our age difference make me crazy.”

I took his hands and put them on my thighs. Once I started moving them up, I knew I had him. He wanted to fight just as much as I did. He wanted to make up just as much too.

His body crushed to me, and I felt that bond again. Hands groping through my dress, moving up over my breasts, squeezing my nipples until I lost breath. Lips all over my neck, fingers gripping my hair and molding me whichever way he wanted me.

I needed it hard. I encouraged him to be rougher, to take everything from me. To possess a woman who didn’t want to be possessed. I wished we were home so I could be even more at his mercy, but I didn’t want to break away long enough to get there.

I heard people in the background, but they weren’t close enough for me to care. It was dark enough to be spotted but not detected. We were two bodies together, but no one knew whose two bodies they belonged to.

“Fuck me, Chase. I want it hard.”

He opened the car door and tossed me into the back seat. My dress flew up, exposing my wet panties. He ripped them off as if they were made of tissue paper. Holy fuck. I wished I could see exactly what color his eyes were because I wanted to know what matched with feral animal. There was a primal fire in him that made my pussy gush and my head whirl. His vigor meshed with mine perfectly. Fast and furious.

“You want it hard, Wild Horses?”

“Yes.” God, yes. Oh, God… no. “Wait,” I panted out before his cock touched me. I dumped my purse upside down, the contents spilling all over the floor. “We need a condom.” I was too close to ovulation. Knowing him, he probably had super sperm with double the shelf life. It wasn’t safe.

I felt around blindly for one of the wrappers I always kept well-stocked in my purse ever since Chase. He was busy gripping his fingers deep into my inner thighs and spreading me wide. I took a deep breath.Focus, Jillian. His mouth was right there, the stubble along his jaw scratching me and adding to the intensity.

My hand closed around one, and I heard the crinkle just as he bit down on my clit, sending my hips bucking against his face. Then his fingers were inside, caressing me deeply, not giving me a chance to even gasp before I was purring again.

He grabbed hold of my calves and pushed them past my shoulders, folding me in two. I was compressed into the seat and against myself, locked into a tiny space. Taking both ankles into one hand, he held me in place while he took the condom from me, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on.

“Tell me again you want it hard. Rough.” I felt the tip enter me slightly. “I need to hear it again before I give you what you want.”

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