Page 57 of Snapshot

“Maybe we had to have what wasn’t enough first. So, when we finally got together, it’d be?—”

“Forever?”

“Is that what you want?” she asks. “Because I thought this marriage was about your company.”

“Len, this marriage can mean whatever you want it to mean. As long as I can keep you. Whatever you want.” I say the last line against her lips. Her skin is smooth. My fingers glide underneath her top, up the divot of her back. She raises her arms in the air so I can strip off her tank top. I barely pinch the fabric of her bra together before it effortlessly unhooks, like the clasp is begging to be freed. I kiss below her collarbone as I pull her bra straps down over each shoulder.

Her arms are clamped against her ribs, holding her bra in place. It gives me time to glance at the tiny “Charlie” tattoo she never had the money to remove. Running my finger over his name, I say, “I’m getting rid of this.”

“You want me to get a Dex tattoo instead?” she asks with a chuckle.

“No. I don’t need to put my name on your body to claim you.”

“Then how are you going to claim me? A fancy ring?”

I yank her bra off, discarding it to the side.

Suddenly, she’s sheepish. Covering her breasts with one arm, she looks nervously out the window. “I don’t want to get in trouble. This is a public parking lot.”

“We’re alone and these windows are tinted way past regulation. Not to mention, most cops are willing to look the other way for the right price.”

“You’d pay a cop off just to screw me in a car?” We shouldn’t be doing this in a rideshare for the first time, but we’ve wasted too much time already. I don’t feel like I can wait another minute.

“I’d pay the world off to keep you in this moment.” I pull her arm away from her bare chest, catching her fleshy tit in one hand. I cradle it like a treasure while running my thumb over her dark, firm nipple. “What are you thinking about?”

“It doesn’t feel right.”

I release her tit and lean back. “Am I fucking this up?” I shake my head. I thought I was being passionate. Lennox isn’t a wine-and-dine kind of girl. She likes spontaneity and being lost in a moment. “I’m trying to show you how bad I’ve wanted you all this time. But maybe I shouldn’t be undressing you in a car.”

“No, not that,” she assures me. “The fact that you can’t wait until we get home is such a turn-on. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about you ripping my clothes off, pinning me against a wall, pulling my hair, and telling me all sorts of dirty things. I always pictured us being explosive.”

I weave my fingers in her hair and playfully tug. “That can be arranged.”

“But right now…”

I smile at her. “It’s your wedding night, and tonight you want me to be sweet to you, don’t you?”

She nods sheepishly. “Even if it’s in a car.”

“From now on, tell me how you feel and ask me for what you want.” I hunch over to engulf one nipple then the other, sucking hard so she feels the pressure. “We can make love. We can fuck. I can do whatever you like.”

She nods as she climbs off my lap. Standing upright as best she can in the backseat, she unbuttons and unzips her bottoms. She shimmies down her shorts and thong together. When she lifts one leg to step out of her bottoms, I take advantage of her position. I hook one hand underneath her thigh, my other arm behind her back, and carefully lay her down on the leather bench.

I position her so she’s comfortable. One foot planted on the floor, the other on the seat. Her knee is bent and her thighs are spread so I can see everything that’s mine. How quickly my friend can go from a fantasy to my most important reality. I don’t care how this started…a deal, a marriage, whatever—I know how this ends. With us falling right into where we should’ve been all along. In lust. In love. Tonight is the beginning of everything.

“Stay right there, baby. I’ve got you.” I press against her inner thigh, keeping her open for me. I have to hunch over and half hang off the seat to get my mouth where I want to be. If it’s uncomfortable, I’m not aware. I lose my mind at the noise she’s making. That first little whimper the moment when I drag my wet tongue over her slit.Fuck, that sound.So goddamn satiating. I blow against her sex like I’m breathing life into her.

“Oh, fuck. That’s…yes…perfect,”she groans.

“Careful. Keep moaning like that and you’re going to drive me feral. There’ll be nothing sweet about tonight.”

I let the saliva pool in my mouth, then I drench her smooth, pink pussy. Her clit becomes a playground for my tongue. Circles then quick flicks; the more she moans and gasps, the crazier it drives me.

She’s bridging her hips like she needs more. I feel the muscles of her thigh start to tense, and her clit pulses against the tip of my tongue. “Oh, God…so good…so close,” she mumbles in needy rasps.

If we were in a nice bed, I could make love to her properly. I’d keep her dangled at the edge, dragging this out as long as she could possibly handle it. But right now, she deserves relief. “What do you need, baby? Tell me. How do I get you there, hm?”

“Bite it.”

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