Page 93 of Extended Bridge

My torso rolls.

His finger slips under the lace and touches me, sending sparks shooting in all directions.

“Ah!”

Bennett’s hand withdraws. Before I can mourn its loss, his finger makes its way into my mouth and I suck my juices. He repeats, “What do you want, Sweetheart?”

All my brain cells have scattered. I say the only word I can. “You.”

“Thank fuck.”

Beneath me, his torso tenses as he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. He takes out a condom, hands it to me, then tosses the wallet onto the seat. He tenses again and the unmistakable zip of his jeans fills the air. “Commando was the right choice.”

“Seems like it.” I busy myself by opening the packet.

He plucks the condom from my fingers and tenses a third time while he rolls it on. With a deep, lusty tone, he says, “Are you ready?”

“My underwear . . .”

“Not a problem.” In one smooth move, my panties move to the side and he fills me to the brim.

“Oh. Oh!”

The fact we’re in a semi-moving vehicle is of no import. With themusic on and the divider up, the driver can’t know what we’re doing. My head swivels and I don’t care people are in cars next to us, given the tinted windows. All that matters is I’m with the man I love.

His lips trail up my neck. Using his hand, he turns my face toward his and we kiss, tongues clashing. When we break apart, his hands go around my waist and he lifts me as if I weighed less than a feather.

Up.

Down.

My hands clamp around his wrists as my body moves. Around us, Hunte’s music builds. My nipples pebble inside my bra.

“I love how you respond to me.”

“I.” I pant. “Love.” I try to catch my breath, but fail. “You.”

The traffic snarl opens and the limo picks up speed. One of Bennett’s hands slips under my shirt and moves to my bra, then inside it. He kisses my neck at the same time he pinches my distended nipple. Excitement zings through my body. I clench around him.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Let go.”

At his words, I fly free. “Bennett!”

The next second, he growls my name as he comes undone beneath me.

The limo passes through the famed musical gates.

I collapse onto his chest, which rises and falls in rapid succession. Like mine.

Bennett’s hands return to my waist, and he deposits me onto the seat next to him. He removes the spent condom and ties it closed while I will my fingers to right my skirt.

The driver stops in front of a stately, stone-faced mansion.

Bennett pulls his zipper up.

I peer out the window, my mouth forming the perfect “O,” even while my body feels boneless.

The vehicle’s door opens.

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