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PARKING ESCAPE

Ruby

Sure, I was supposed to be resisting him. But screw resistance.

I wanted a break from thinking about good guys and bad guys, cons and crimes. I needed to turn off my mind and let my body take over.

And this man knew what to do to me. Those talented fingers. That wicked mouth. His lips were a dream, and his mouth tasted fantastic. We’d kissed plenty of times. But this kind of kiss? A kiss while he fucked me with his talented fingers? This was its own kind of exquisite, filthy bliss. It was a deliciously dirty kiss. Jake fucked my mouth with his tongue, all while stroking my heat, hitting the right spot.

I arched my hips, meeting his hand, needing his fingers. Craving so much more. Sparks raced through me with every move he made, and soon I couldn’t concentrate on kissing anymore. All I could do wasbetouched. I broke the kiss, moaning carnally. He growled, and my world narrowed to his passion and to the agonizingly exquisite ache between my legs. “Feels so good,” I murmured.

His throat rumbled, and he thrust his fingers into me again. “And you look so fucking good. So fucking beautiful when you’re all turned on,” he whispered, his voice low and dirty, the words heating me up even more.

I’d give him more of my own. Since I was learning his brand of dirty talk was my new kink. “I thought about you last night,” I admitted, my breathing turning erratic. Hot, quick pulses spread through me with every touch, every stroke. “After the club.”

“Yeah?” He growled. “After you fucked my face?”

I gasped. “Yes. I was so turned on when I got to my room.”

“Did you get off to me again?” He crooked a finger, and I gasped, crying out loudly in pleasure. Wild sensations pulsed through me in quick waves as he fucked me with his fingers, rubbed my clit, owned my body. Fireworks burst in my brain. Bright colors flashed before my closed eyelids.

I was almost there. Just a little more. Just a few more words.

“I was so turned on from the club,” I admitted.

“Should have called. Told me to come over. I’d have fucked you with my tongue again and again,” he said in a dirty reprimand.

“I wanted that. I pictured you.” I couldn’t finish the thought as the sensations whipped through me too fast, too hot.

“Or was I fucking you? Was I taking you deep, bent over the bed, you screaming out in pleasure?”

No one had ever talked to me like this. It was addictive. It was orgasmic. My belly tightened, and my climax crested into view.

I rocked into his hand, crying out. I grabbed his hair and pulled him back to my lips as I rode his hand shamelessly in the backseat of a car in the corner of a parking garage.

Coming undone, I cried out his name. “God, Jake, yes.”

I trembled and moaned for days, it seemed. I quivered. Everything in me was loose and wonderful.

I ran a hand through my hair, smiling dopily I was sure. I was just so…blissed out.

Once the orgasm ebbed away, I shook off the fog of my own desire, craving his.Desperatelycraving his. “Let me,” I murmured, running my palm along his hard-on. “Let me take care of you.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to,” he said.

“I want to,” I said, insistent. “Don’t you get it? I want to make you feel as incredible as you do to me.”

He peered out the window. The garage was empty. Still, this was risky, but I didn’t care.

Maybe he did.

He was quiet for a moment, his brow knitted in contemplation, as if he were weighing the risks.

But not for long. “Fuck it,” he said. “Let’s even the score.”

I wasn’t convinced we’d ever be even. The man was too obsessed with my pleasure. But I needed his too. I sneaked a hand into his boxer briefs, thrilling at the feel of his hard, hot cock in my hand. “Oh yes, this is very, very nice,” I said.

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