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Finally, nestled into the cramped space, her body straddles mine.
Her dress rides up her thighs as she unbuckles my belt, her hands deftly undoing my zipper.
The warmth of her hand encircles my hardening cock, drawing a startled gasp from me as she begins to tease me with slow, deliberate strokes.
My hands dive under her dress, slipping past her lace panties to caress slick folds.
We lock eyes, intimacy crackling between us. Our movements become synchronized, her hand on me matching the rhythm of my fingers exploring her.
The limited space becomes irrelevant as desire kicks in. Her hips rock against me in tune with our frantic exploration.
“You’re going to break something,” she pants between gasps when I plunge inside her.
“Only my pride,” I murmur against the crook of her neck. “And possibly my back.”
Her moan drowns out her laughter as I thrust upward into her.
The clasp of her pussy pushes every other thought out of my head, excepther.
Every detail is amplified in the dark—the taste of sweat on skin, the feel of shifting fabric against bare flesh, and the primal need that guides us both toward climax.
Spent and tangled amidst seatbelts and discarded clothes, we finally come down from our high.
“Well,” she says with a cheeky grin, “we’re definitely not teenagers anymore.”
“Speak for yourself,” I respond, panting. “I think I broke a record.”
“For what? Fastest time to fog up all four windows?”
“For making you fall for me all over again.”
She shakes her head, leaning in to press her lips against mine.
“Next time,” she whispers against my mouth, “we’re doing it in a bed.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure? “ I counter as we struggle to disentangle ourselves from the car. “I’m thinking…a boat. Possibly a construction trailer.”
“God help me.”
When we fall into bed, still suffused with the satisfaction of doing something silly and naughty like having sex in a car, she whispers, “Turns out, even after all these years, car loving didn’t lose its charm.” She nestles against me and adds, “It did give me a crick in the neck, though.”
I laugh and then drift into contented sleep.
CHAPTER 34
Luna
Time flies when you’re having fun, they say, and they’re right. My life hascompletelychanged.
I’m still me, but a happier and better version of me.
“God, you’re so smug it’s irritating,” Nina remarks when I come into her office for our weekly one-on-one meeting.
I flip her the bird, and take a seat.
Nina’s office smells expensive. I think it’s her perfume.
The room is sleek like her. White and slate-gray furniture, a minimalist desk with a built-in charging port, and a sideboard stocked with Pellegrino and cold brew, like she’s always ready to host a Vogue editor.
