Page 129 of Best In Class
We slide into Luna’s driveway, the Taycan purring low and smooth like it’s damn pleased with itself.
Luna is curled in the passenger seat. She’s kicked off her shoes and she looks…happy. “No, that’s not what Mr. Jones said,” she argues.
“He did. He said that the ghost in Room 13wasmurdered with a brick of cheese.”
“I was there, Dom, and heneversaid that.”
I flash my teeth at her. “It was Swiss cheese, too. The holes gave it away.”
“God!” She rolls her eyes.
“And he was dead serious,” I add.
“He was dead something.”
Her hand moves languidly to unbuckle the seatbelt, then she leans back, her head resting against the leather seat.
I turn toward her, drinking in her casual disarray. “That hearse tourwasfun. Thank youfor taking me.”
She turns to look at me, a mess of soft hair framing mischievous eyes, and lips I’ve tasted too many times to count. But every time, I am grateful.
“Nothing says erotic like haunted churches and moaning sounds,” she says and then stretches on a yawn.
“Tired?” I ask gently.
She shakes her head and then looks around my car. “You know,” she murmurs, “we haven’t done it in a car since high school.”
Her words go straight to my dick.
“The Volvo was roomy.” I adjust my straining pants.
Her laughter is throaty, seductive, sending shivers down my spine. “This is a Porsche, Calder. Time to step up your game.”
My hands freeze on the steering wheel.
“Are you suggesting…?” I begin.
She shrugs one shoulder. “Well, you do love revisiting our teenage sins….”
“Moonbeam.” My hand slides from the wheel to her thigh, tracing circles over the soft fabric of the gray silk she’s wearing. “This won’t be sinning. It’ll be destiny…dressed in German luxury.”
“Well then,” she challenges, “show me what this luxury can do.”
Game on.
We attempt to move her onto me past the gear shift.
It’s a tight fit.
There’s a lot of grunting, limbs failing againstwindows.
“This is a terrible idea.” Her laughter is breathy and infectious.
“We’re improvising!” I retort, trying to pull her onto my lap without risking spinal injury.
“You’re a grown man with awards and a Porsche. Get it together!” She bursts into giggles.
My Luna is giggling!It’s the best fucking sound in the world.
