Page 252 of Come Back to Me

I’m long since past blushing when I do this with him, but the sound has him smiling, which makes it so much better.

In fact: “We need to go to our spot.”

“Huh?”

This time, my hum drops an octave. “You deserve a reward for being her knight in shining armor.”

His lips twitch. “I don’t need a reward.”

“I disagree. To the lake, kind sir. I don’t have a token for you, but I figure you’d prefer a blowjob to a bouquet of flowers.”

His gaze darkens. “Can you do that breathing thing again?”

Tee

Iknow it’s bad. But when did something being bad stop me from doing anything?

As soon as we hit the open road, I don’t bother waiting for the lake. I can’t.

When I shuffle in my seat, he glances at me and gives me this warm smile that makes me want to do this even more.

(And I was already stoked.)

When I rest my hand on his thigh, he arches a brow. “You okay, Tee?”

I bite my lip. “Just impatient.”

“For?”

“You.”

His eyes widen, but I notice his hands tighten around the wheel. “Oh, yeah? You want my cock in that hungry little cunt? Is it wet for me, baby?”

(If it wasn’t, it is now!)

I swallow. “I need you.”

His brow furrows, then he coughs out a laugh. “You can have me.”

“Here?”

His answer is to push a button on his seat, and it makes some room for me.

“I thought you’d say no…”

His smile is wicked. “No one’s around to see me doing something illegal.”

“If I haven’t already told you, I love the way you think.”

Ignoring his dirty chuckle, I half-twist at the waist then reach for his fly. Making it easier for myself, I pull down the zipper then settle in for the ride.

I’ve been working up saliva in my mouth ever since my last words to him, so I’m prepared when I pop out the tip.

I suck just the head in, drenching it in spit, enjoying his, “Oh, shit, Tee.”

One hand settles in my hair, and my hips wriggle of their own volition as I ignore the growing ache in my core.

“Your mouth is like sin, baby. What you fucking do to me.” He groans as I drag more of him out from between the tines of the zipper using only my mouth. “Always so messy for me. You make me feel like fucking fire.”

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