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The release is so intense, I can barely stand afterward. Thankfully, I have Dean’s big body holding me up, his knuckles moving to strum my tummy after fixing my panties back into place and shielding them with the bottom of my dress.

“I’m not ready for this to be over,” he says gruffly, swaying me. “I’ve got the Maserati in the parking lot. Let’s put the top down and have some fun with the winding roads in these hills. You can tell Cameron we spent an extra-long time admiring the view.”

I turn in Dean’s arms, letting him boost me up with two hands on my bottom, my legs wrapping around his hips as he carries me to the parking lot, past a dozen outraged faces. “Sure, Daddy,” I whisper in his ear. “It’ll be our secret.”

Chapter Four

Dean

Ican’t describe the feeling of having Ruby Lang in the passenger seat of my red, rented Maserati with the top down, her long blonde hair tossing around in the breeze, her bare legs on full display on the white leather seat. Her nipples tight, like little pebbles. Face flushed like it was when I finished her off at the Observatory.

I’m so hard, I probably shouldn’t be driving, because there can’t be much blood left in my head with my cock this swollen.

We take a sharp turn, and she throws her hands up in the air, laughing into the oncoming wind, and I swear to God, I feel like I’m in college again. The stress of being a productive adult is melting right off me, along with the responsibilities I’ve taken on over the last six years. Responsibilities I wouldn’t trade for anything—hell no, I love my kids, my career is important to me and my wife and I? We’re a good team, even if we’re not the romance and flowers type. We’rerespected, and that’s what we were both after.

But knowing my only worry for the next three days is giving this cutie the orgasms I’ve been wanting to give her for years, while she calls me Daddy?

Yeah, I’m not sure there is a man alive who is luckier than me right now.

We spend half an hour zigzagging through the hills of Mount Hollywood while the sun droops into the horizon, leaving ribbons of pink and orange streaked through fluffy white clouds. A sunset worthy of a unique evening. I return to the parking lot at Griffith Observatory and zip into one of the parking spots off the beaten track, intending to regroup before driving back to the beach house. Ruby is still breathing hard from the exhilaration of the ride, unhooking her seatbelt to scramble over the console and straddle me, planting kisses on my face, the mound of her sex wiggling around excitedly in my lap.

I press my hips up and hump her a few times against the steering wheel, groaning at the way her lower body melts and conforms to me, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“That was the most incredible ride,” she whispers, falling onto my chest and kissing me, like I’m a fucking hero. “I could have gone for another hour.”

“We can do whatever you want, baby.” I sink my hands into the back of her panties and yank that cunt tighter to my lap, lust slithering in my veins like garter snakes. “Hell, if I didn’t think I’d be pushing my wife’s good humor, I’d take you to Harry Winston and deck you out in fucking diamonds.”

“That’s okay,” she murmurs, nuzzling our noses together. “This is way better.”

“Goddamn right it is,” I mutter thickly, sinking into a thorough pull of her mouth, lost in the way she gives herself over to the moment completely, not distracted, not impatient, just content to rub her pussy on my aching dick and join our tongues together on repeat. If the top of the convertible wasn’t down, thewindows would be fogged up in seconds, which would be helpful right about now, because even though I parked toward the back, there are a lot of other people in this lot. And I know exactly how this looks—a man with a wedding ring in a Maserati getting it on with a younger blonde. I’m a long way from Connecticut where I might be recognized, though, and good lord, she’s so fucking sweet.

“Can we put my dick in while you keep up that wiggling, baby?”

She lifts her head, blue eyes dazed. “Like…sex? Already?”

“Please.” My balls squeeze with agony. “I’m ready to bust. I want to be inside that little pussy when I do it.”

“B-but…”

Her hesitance has me checking myself. Am I…rushing her? I thought we were on the same page. She’s practically fucking me through my khakis. I’m a married man with a demanding career. I have approximately ten minutes of free time for sex per week. When the opportunity arises and on the off chance my wife is agreeable, I get my business done fast. Have I already forgotten how to approach sex in six years of marriage? “But what, baby? Tell me.”

“Maybe I’m being too forward, it just felt so good. To have the permission to kiss you. But I thought we’d spend a while working up to sex,” she whispers, her face pink. “I still haven’t been with anyone, Dean.”

Did I mishear her? It sounds like she’s telling me she’s never been physical with a man. But that can’t be right, can it? She was hired to spend three days with two very horny, very obsessed married men in peak physical condition. Not exactly a virgin move. “You mean, you haven’t been in arelationship? I know. We talked about that, baby.”

She leans in and speaks near my ear in a conspiratorial whisper. “No, I meansexually.”

“You’re avirgin?”

Ruby winces. “Uh-huh.”

Ruby

Flushed with embarrassment, I bury my face in Dean’s neck.

What got into me?Of coursehe thinks we’re going to have sexnow.

I haven’t been on an adventure, like the one he just took me on, ever before. The wind whipping my hair, the music blasting, his hand massaging my upper thigh. If the wedding ring gave me pause initially, I was quickly distracted by the hairpin turns and rev of the engine. The way the wind molded his shirt to his muscles, his eyes watching me from the other side of his sunglasses, making me feel desired. Treasured.

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