Page 64 of Best Laid Plans

She lifts her head and looks at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

I watch in fascination as she scoots back on my lap as far as the seat in front her allows and undoes my pants. I hiss as she frees me and fists me, running her hand from root to tip. What really gets me, though, is when she releases me, licks her palm and gets back to work, jacking me like she knows exactly what I like—like she was made for me and me alone.

“Fuck, Nat…feels so good.”

She moans as if pleasuring me pleasures her. “I still want more, Alden.”

I’m so close to release I can hardly think. “We…we said sl-slow.”

“I’ve been waiting for you for what feels like forever. Fuck slow. I want you.”

I haul her up to me, pushing her shorts down as I go. She’s poised above me, and as she sinks down, encasing me with her heat, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She swivels her hips, and a tremor works its way up from the base of my spine. “Nat. Wait. Protection.”

“I have an IUD.”

And with that, I thrust up from beneath her, setting our pace. She rides me without any abandon, seeking her pleasure and taking it until she’s a writhing mess, calling my name as she comes. An embarrassingly short amount of time later, I find my own release, loving the way it feels to finish inside of her.

“Jesus, Small Fry,” I groan out the words, and she looks so proud that I don’t even care that I just got off in my backseat like a sixteen-year-old. All I care about is keeping that smile on her face forever.

Holy shit, did I just thinkforever?

Natalie fumbles around until she finds her top, pulling it on. I’m expecting her to climb into the front seat—and excited for the view it will give me—but instead, she carefully exits the car and rushes to open the passenger door. Standing between the two open doors gives her a bit of privacy as she roots around in her purse until she finds baby wipes. She flips the pack open and grabs a few and uses them to clean me off of her thighs.Huh. Who knew those things were so useful?

I scoot over and climb out as well, and she passes me a wipe. I take care of business before tucking myself back into my pants and buttoning up. With us both redressed, I cage her against the car and kiss her deeply. “Tonight was more than I could’ve ever imagined.”

She smiles up at me and then ducks into the car, where she promptly buckles up. “Tonight was perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

“Damn straight it was.” My chest puffs up like a proud peacock. “Now, let’s get you back to your car so you can get home to our daughter.”

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Natalie

I’m sohigh on Alden, the entire drive home feels like a blur. I can still feel the way he moved inside me, and while tonight was amazing, my body already craves more. More of him, more of his touch, more of the pleasure only he can give me.

In my parking lot, I sit in the car for a few moments, pulling down the visor and flipping open the mirror to make sure I’m presentable. Other than some seriously messy sex hair, I’m good to go. I finger comb it back into place the best I can and exit my vehicle.

Inside, the house is quiet and dark. Jenny is on the couch watching television, the volume barely audible, and Tatum fast asleep in her lap.

“Hey,” I whisper, bending to scoop up my girl.

“She fell asleep on our second round ofTrolls. I was too scared to move her.”

My shoulders shake with silent laughter. “How long?” I ask, walking back to Tatum’s room.

“Long. At least three hours. I can’t feel my left arm or my ass.”

Jenny waits in the hall as I tuck Tatum in. I pull her door to behind me, leaving it partially open. “Three hours? You poor thing! Good thing about Tatum is, once she’s out, she’s out.”

“Now you tell me!” Jenny rolls her eyes.

I roll mine right back, adding a valley-girl-worthy scoff.

“Speaking of telling, why don’t you tell me about tonight, Miss Sex Hair?”

Gah! I guess I did a lousy job of smoothing it down.“It was amazing.” I delve into our date, sparing her the dirty details—they’re only for Alden and me—much to Jenny’s disappointment.

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