Page 62 of Defending her Heart

Sex—one time—with a beautiful woman I’ve been lusting after for nearly a year? Yeah, how could I refuse? But I couldn’t bring myself to use her for sex. That just felt wrong, no matter how amazing her body is. No matter how perfectly we fit together. No matter how mind blowing the sex was. No matter how, the more I get to know her, the more I like and respect her.

It’s the latter that had me put the brakes on sex. I like and respect her too much to treat her like a sex object. Yet I followed her to the restroom anyway and stuck my face between her legs.

“They going to ground you for coming home late?” she jokes.

Hell, even her smartass mouth turns me on, which is ironic since it was her smart mouth that made me think she wasn’t the right person for me or my daughter.

“I don’t bring women home.”

“Right,” she says softly.

Hell, now I’ve insulted her even more. “It’s just...they’ll see you and think...”

“Nash. I’m kidding. We both want to keep this private. Your parents are wonderful people. If they see me come over, they’ll get the wrong idea, and we don’t need to tell them this is just sex. It’ll be awkward for all of us. I get it.”

The fact that shegets itand sounds genuinely okay with it makes me feel even more guilty for treating her like this. I don’t like that she gets it. I want her to have a problem with it, and that freaks me the fuck out.

“Can we go to your place?” I ask.

“How pathetic does it make me that I live at home with my mom and sister?”

“Pathetic? Housing is expensive, and you’re a teacher. What’s pathetic is how underpaid teachers are and how expensive it is to put a roof over your head.”

“Um, thanks?”

“It wasn’t a compliment. It’s a fact. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” But now we have no place to have sex. What’s pathetic is me considering taking her to my parents’ place so I can fuck her.

“Just as I started drying up you say shit like that.” Kendall wiggles in her seat.

I’m not even discreet as I adjust my cock in my slacks. “May have to take a raincheck.”

She has the decency not to call me on ignoring her since the last—first and only—time we had sex.

Kendall shifts in her seat and turns around. “If we move Paisley’s booster seat, there’s enough room for me to ride your cock in the back.”

“Fuck.” I squeeze my cock, and she giggles. “Still no condoms.”

She rifles through her purse and pulls out a foil wrapper. The possessive side of me doesn’t like that she travels withprotection, but if she only has it there for my use, I’m okay with it.

I drive around until I find a park and a big, empty parking lot. I pull to the outskirts so we’re not visible from the road and turn off the car.

Before I’m unbuckled, Kendall is shimming out of her jeans. She’s breathtaking. I want to savor every inch of her, but that’s hard to do in the confines of my Range Rover.

I unfasten my seatbelt and reach for the door when she climbs over the center console and straddles me. “I thought we were taking the party to the backseat.”

“I got impatient waiting for you to make a move.”

We’ve only been parked for thirty seconds, but I like her eagerness. I slide the seat back so there’s more room and tilt the chair so we’re reclined.

“We’re going to need to be creative so I can taste you.”

Kendall cocks her head to the side. “You already tasted me. I thought you wanted to be inside me?”

“I want it all, Kendall.” There’s more meaning behind my words than I’m willing to admit.

I massage her tits over my jersey and trace the lines of cranberry stain. I’ll buy her a new jersey. Hell, I’ll buy her a closet full of clothes with my name and number on them. In the meantime, “This needs to go.”

I lift the jersey and as she tugs it over her head, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth while I unfasten her bra.

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