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“Did I?” I asked, bringing my hand down on her tight little ass with awhack.
“God,yes. My panties were soaked.”
The thought of her panties, wet with her excitement, made my cock pulse.
“Fuck. That’s so hot.” I gasped. “I want you so bad, Ainsley.”
Beneath the weight of her writhing body, I’d grown rock hard. The crotch of my pants were stretched taut.
“I can tell,” she whispered, sneaking a hand under the waistband of my joggers.
Her balmy lips, pressed against mine, grew hotter and wetter as she tugged me. I rocked my hips, moving with her little hand, my cock pulsing in her tight grip. Dying to feel her heat, I reached between her thighs—
When a sudden hammering on the window—bang bang bang bang!—made Ainsley jump with fright and scramble for cover.
Curling into a ball, she buried her face in her hands.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“Shit,” I murmured, my throat as dry as sand.
“It’s her, isn’t it?” Ainsley whispered, unable to peek.
I stared back at the familiar figure that hovered outside my window. She stood with her hands cupped against the glass so she could see through the window tint.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “It’s Marta.”
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Ainsley
I scrambled to get off of Tanner’s lap and jumped back into the passenger seat.
Caught.We were caught.My pulse thumped in my neck and my temples pounded with a feverish heat. Hoping this was all some sort of joke, I mustered up the courage to peek out the windshield.
But no. There wasMarta. She paced back and forth in front of Tanner’s car, her arms folded and her lips drawn into a miserable scowl.
I couldn’t believe it. The worst part was that I wasplanningon telling her, but now that didn’t matter—she’d never believe me.
“She’s gonna kill me,” I murmured.
“It’s okay, Ainsley,” Tanner said sheepishly. “I’ll explain it to her.” He reached for his door handle but I stopped him before he could open it.
“No! Don’t. This is between me and her.”
“But don’t you think it’ll help if she hears my side of the story?”
I shook my head. “No, Tanner, trust me: this goes back way further than you. You’ll only make it worse if you try to get in the middle of it.”
“Okay,” he said with the cadence of someone who didn’t like what they were being told. “But I’m staying right here until you tell me to leave.”
“Thank you.” I pulled my door handle and the door swung upward.
“Wait.” He reached for my hand. “This doesn’t change anything, does it? I still want to see you tonight.”
I bit my lip. I didn’t know what the future had in store for me and Marta, but—
“No,” I said. “I don’t care what she says or does—I want to see you again.”
