Page 78 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

Ben studied her carefully. “You don’t like it?”

“I do.”

“Good. But don’t get too used to it.”

“Why?”

“I mean, it’ll be wife, eventually, right?”

Her mouth opened but no words came out.

Ben grinned and kissed her forehead. “Pick a car, sweetheart.”

“You can’t just drop all that on me, then say pick a car.”

Ben ran his hand across the dusty bonnet of the two-tone brown and cream car next to them. “This is a lovely little Ford Anglia, probably a ’61. And, oh my god, there’s a Ford Cortina over there. 1600 engine. Wouldn’t be too expensive to insure. Don’t you think you could see Alex driving the Pontiac V8 Star Chief? The white one with all the silver trim.”

Chaya looked in the direction Ben was looking. “I don’t know one end of a car from another, but I could totally see Alex rocking that.” It was cooler in the shade of the barn, and she pulled her denim jacket a little tighter as she wandered further in amongst the cars.

“I like this gold one,” she said. “It has fun written all over it.” It had a golden yellow body, but the top of the car was a light gold that she could imagine catching the light in the sun.

Ben crowded behind her, wrapping his arms around her, and she felt immediately warm. “A classic Vauxhall Firenza SL. 1300 engine. From the early seventies. Two doors. You like that one?”

“It’s definitely my favourite so far.”

Ben kissed the side of her neck. “You happen to be my favourite.” He tugged her into the shadows of an old Volkswagen Campervan and cupped her cheeks before kissing her deeply.

“Wait, isn’t Tim waiting?” she whispered.

Ben glanced over in the direction of the barn door. “He can’t see us.” He nudged her back against a column holding the barn up, leaning his body into hers. “You know this dress is driving me wild. It’s making me want to lift the hem up and fuck you over one of these cars.”

Chaya grinned against his lips. “Get a private space for fixing them up and that might happen.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “My dick’s always hard around you, these days. I don’t know how I managed to keep it under control before. Now it has a mind of its own.”

“As long as you don’t name your dick and talk about it in the third person like Jase does, I think we’ll survive.”

Ben kissed her one last time. “This really isn’t going to ever get old, is it?”

“I hope not,” she whispered, even as her nipples ignored her, forming peaks against his chest.

“Want to see the main reason I came here for a car?” He took her hand, kissed her fingers, and led her over to the shell of what had once been a red sports car. “A Triumph TR6 Convertible. 1973 model. A factory hard top.”

“She’s lovely.”

“Isn’t she? I think I’d keep her red, like a blood red or carmine red colour. Was thinking of racing green, but if this is her original colour, I feel like we should let her keep it. What do you think?”

Chaya ran her fingers over the bonnet. “I agree. And you know what else?” She glanced towards the barn door. Tim appeared to have stepped outside, so she placed her hands on the bonnet as if to lean over it. “I feel like it would be the perfect height.”

It took Ben a second to realise what she meant, but when he did, he grinned and stepped up behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, his dick pressing into the crack of her arse. “You are so lucky Tim is just outside the barn or I would fuck you senseless right now, you little tease.”

Chaya grinned as he playfully nipped the side of her neck. “You were the one who mentioned flipping the hem of the dress and fucking me over a car. I was thinking about pulling up to work in a sparkly gold car until you mentioned it.”

Ben laughed. “We need to stop, or my balls are going to ache like a motherfucker for the rest of the day.”

“I agree. And I see a cute little green sporty thing over there that would be perfect for Zoe.” She danced out of his grip and shimmied as she walked.

“Stop that,” Ben said.

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