Page 82 of When Glitter Meets Gold

“Yes.” She steps back, but instead of turning toward her apartment, she takes his hand, leading him to the rear doors of the car. She fumbles with the handle, then pulls it open. “You first.”

He’s still grinning at her, wondering what the hell is going on. Get into the back? She was aware that Burke wasn’t in the driver’s seat, wasn’t she? She’s looking at him in a certain way, kind of how she did on the trails when he cut his hand. She’d given him that stern look that told him to shut his mouth and do what he was told. He’d been rendered incapable of doing anything else because he’d found her assertiveness unbearably sexy that day. He surrendered then, he’ll do the same now.

“Okay.” He laughs, shaking his head and getting in the back seat. He tosses his suit jacket to the other side and is about to ask,now what?when Sara ducks, steps into the car, and in a couple of sleek movements, places one knee either side of his legs. Facing him, she straddles his lap, grabs hisshoulder with one hand, then leans to pull the door closed with the other. And then, she fucking taps the lock door button.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” J says with the biggest boyish grin on his face, even though he’s blindingly aware of Sara’s intentions for him.

Sara closes her mouth over his, her tongue fighting against his, aggressively, messily. He’s got no choice but to fight right back. Plunging his hands into her hair and chewing at her bottom lip, pulling her in tight and grinding her body against his.

“You said you couldn’t wait to fuck me in this exact spot, Jack,” she says around his tongue. “I’ve been thinking about that.”

Christ.

“You and me both, baby,” he says before hearing her moan.

Baby.He likes the way that rolls off his tongue, and the way she moans makes him think she likes it too.

“It’s hot in here,” Sara whispers.No fucking shit.“Take off the sweater.” Her hips are already starting to circle over his cock.

“Oh, it’s coming off,” he says in a low voice as he pushes the sweater past her thighs. “Arms up.”

She complies, and as he’s sliding the material further up her body, his throat slowly begins to close like the life is being squeezed right out of him.

“Sara…” he manages to growl.

“Mhmm?” she moans innocently, hands grazing the roof, as J performs the last tug before casting the sweater to the side. It’s dark but he can make out the little red straps of her bra that cross over her nipples and hide absolutelynothing, and damn it if all the blood in his body hasn’t rushed straight to his groin.

He groans. “Did you put on the filthiest little bra that exists on this God given earth, so you could fuck me in my car?” He runs his hands over the mesh, circling his thumb over her nipples and pinching down hard.

“Yes.” She giggles. Then she’s digging her thighs into his sides, rising up from her knees so she can push her tits into his face. He’s got no fucking option but to take them in his mouth, sucking and licking and fighting the need to spill in his pants.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his tie firmly to each side before whipping it off and throwing it away.

Then she’s frantically tugging his shirt from his pants, getting to work on unbuttoning it from the top, letting his heaving chest spill out. All the while, her perfect tits are still in his face.

“I need you to be more naked,” she whines, tugging at his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling at his boxer briefs. “It’s your turn tonight.”

His turn?Whatever you say, baby.

He grabs Sara’s ass while he tugs down his pants and boxer briefs so his cock can spring free at last.

His hands slide down to her hips, his thumbs grazing the smooth skin below her waist, travelling lower, lower.

Wait…

“Where the fuck are your panties?” he roars when his hands begin to roam below the string of material at her waist where he finds nothing else.

“Right here.” She leans back, tilting her hips, dragging her fingers under the material at either side of her hips and flashing him her entire bare pussy.

A layer of moisture forms on his forehead, and hewishes he didn’t have the temperature cranked up earlier, because it’s hotter than the devil’s balls inside this damn car right now.

“Those aren’t panties,” he strains out. “Those are going to send me to my fucking grave.”

He looks at the roof, squeezing his eyes shut, right before Sara grabs his cock and begins to stroke him.

“Fuck,” he chokes out. “Slowly, baby, slowly. I told you, you’re going to kill me.”

Then she’s plucking a wrapper from beneath the strap of her bra, ripping it open with her teeth and trying to slide a condom over his dick.Trying.He knows that regular sized piece of shit is going nowhere.

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