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“But I know I would have a hard time picking what cereal to bring. So, I would bring at least two, maybe three. I’d have to bring Kix and probably Fruity Pebbles for sure. What would you bring, Simon?” I ask.

“I … umm … I’d bring.” He shakes his head as if to get his thoughts back on the task at hand, which is my meaningless conversation about a cereal party.

“I’m sorry, what was the question again?” he asks, clearly flustered.

“What cereal would you bring to the party?”

“What? Why would I take cereal to a …?” He lets out a hiss as I finally just grab him through the thick denim.

“Simon, were you not listening to what I was saying?” I ask in a mock pout.

“No, I was, but—” I squeeze. “Damn it, Gia, you’ve been distracting me, and I can’t drive and follow a conversation while you do that,” he says in almost a plea.

I chuckle, lean over and as I give him another squeeze I whisper in his ear, “I can’t stop thinking about your dick, Simon.” My tongue darts out and flicks his earlobe. A hiss escapes his lips and then a curse.

“You are an evil woman, Gia Newman.”

“Yeah, but I’m your evil woman, and I want you so fucking bad it almost hurts.” Squeeze, flick, repeat.

“Just let me focus on getting us back, alright?”

“Alright. I guess that would be the responsible thing to do.” I sigh and deflate back into my seat.

With my hands back in my own lap, he seems to relax a tad. Although I peek over and see he’s driving faster than he should. We are only about five minutes away from my parents’ house when the good kind of anxiety starts to grow in my chest. I’ve practically been squeezing my legs together this whole drive to keep myself under control.

He pulls into the driveway and there isn’t much light other than the one from the porch and a streetlight about four houses down. We sit there for a beat, each staring out the windshield. Then he slowly unbuckles his seatbelt, which prompts me to do the same. We must be on the same wavelength because neither of us turns to open our doors, we just stare at each other. Until all of a sudden, Simon reaches out and hauls me to him. I go, a bit awkwardly, climbing over the middle console to his lap. Now straddling him, I can feel his heat through my damn jeans. His hands are in my hair yanking me down to him and we are kissing. It’s hard, wet, and so fucking hot. Our tongues dancing for purchase in each other's mouths. His hands are everywhere. I can’t decide if I want mine in his hair, on his shoulders, or around his neck.

The next thing I know my shirt is being pulled up over my head and then his is off too. Our breathing is heavy and thick. I go to his jeans and, with shaking hands, I unbuckle his belt and surprisingly make quick work of the button and zipper. My bra is suddenly gone by the time I free him completely. He starts to work on my jeans, but the lack of space creates an issue as to how to get them off. Suddenly his seat flies back and I have a bit more room to shimmy my jeans off.

“Fuck. Why did I wear jeans today? This would be a heck of a lot easier if I were wearing a dress,” I mutter.

My breast is heavy in his hands and he chuckles and says, “Tell me about it. I’d be inside you already if you were.”

“Look, trying to get jeans off in a car while straddling someone is ridiculously difficult,” I nearly whine.

“Boyfriend. I’m not someone, I’m your boyfriend,” he says. “And turn around. Face the front and get those hot-as-fuck jeans off,” he demands.

I turn in his lap, which now places his oh-so-very-hard dick between my ass cheeks. While I don’t dislike his demanding tone, I use this to my advantage and grind into him. I’m rewarded with a half growl, half moan. Finally, the jeans come off.

Hello, take the shoes off first, Gia—

Then I’m lifted up and turned around so fast his lips ambush my chest. My head is spinning.

“Are you ready for me, G?”

“Please. Yes. I’m so ready for you.”

“Fuck. I need you to get the condom out of my wallet first.” He lifts his hips and my head bumps into the ceiling of the car.

“Ouch!”

I fish out his wallet, flip it open and find the lone condom. He takes it from me, rips it open and sheathes himself. He slides his hand down my body in the apex of my thighs and moves my underwear to the side, leans up and kisses me so deep and tenderly. I let out a gasp when he enters me and our heads rest on each other as we breathe through this life-changing moment for us.

Even with all the years apart, I’ve always been his and he, always mine. This moment, this feeling … the power it all holds, proves that we will always belong together.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Gia

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