Page 70 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

Meanwhile, Amy begins to shift her hips back and forth against mine. My erection grows, pressing into the shallow haven of her panties. I moan, arousal climbing.

“Mm, that feels…g-good,” Amy whimpers.

I pop my mouth off her breast. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Fuck, me either.”

Dammit. “There are other things we can –”

“Don’t men always have a condom. In their wallet?”

I laugh against her chest and speak between kisses to her clavicle and neck. “I didn’t want to assume this would happen.”

Amy presses her forehead to the crown of my head, gripping the base of my skull. “Hunter, I need you inside me. I need it so bad.”

I slide my hands up her back, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

“I need to know that you care.”

“I do. I’ve told you I do.”

“But it’s not the same. If it’s not your body, it’s just not the same.”

I lift my chin to look into her eyes. Crammed here behind the steering wheel, the sex won’t be as mind-blowing as I’d like it to be.

That’s not the point, though, is it?

Amy needs reassurance. My body will do for her what my words can’t.

“You can pull out,” she says nervously.

“I haven’t done that in years.”

Amy laughs. “Does that mean you’ve forgotten how?”

“No,” I reply with a smile.

We stare at each other, the silence somehow more oppressing in the hot car. I try to grab a kiss from her lips, but she jerks back. The seatbelt catches and pinches my chest. “Ow, fuck.”

Amy unbuckles me, letting the strap slide into its holder with a whoosh. “There.”

I run my hands up from her thighs to her ass over and over. “We have to be careful, honey.”

“I know. I will be.”

It’s not her I’m worried about. It’s me. Amy drives me fucking nuts. I might not be able to handle myself. But here she is, bare-chested and beautiful. On top of me. So close. So ready. And after everything the past few days, all the tension and the stress, I definitely need this just as much as she does.

So, I reach up, tangling my fingers through her hair, and pull her lips to mine.

As we kiss, I reach back to recline the seat back. Further and further until I’m laid out under her.

Amy undoes my belt buckle and tries to slide it off, but it’s pinned underneath my weight. We both laugh and just leave it there, hanging open. “Sex in a car is not as easy in the movies.”

“Oh, definitely not.”

“But the windows actually fog up,” she says with a giddy laugh. She reaches over and draws a quick heart on the window.

“God, how can you be so sexy and so cute at once?” I muse, working on undoing my pants.

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