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‘What emergency would that be?’

He considered this with a tilt of his head as one hand reached out and cupped my boob past my unzipped coat and over my top. ‘The very overwhelming need to fuck you.’

I should have laughed, I should have told him to keep driving. I had a feeling that was what he was expecting. Instead I said, ‘Right here?’ and his eyes became darker as he swallowed, pinching my nipple through the material.

‘Yes,’ he said hoarsely and I moved my hand back over his crotch again. I paused as I glanced in the back, I wasn’t sure what type of car this was but it was tiny. Fletch glanced over his shoulder into the backseat too and frowned. ‘Okay, maybe we’ll have to wait.’

‘Or…’ I said as I slid down his zipper and guided his own hand to my sweats, ‘we can just do something else.’ I dipped my hand into his jeans and my breath hitched at the warmth of his dick filling my palm. I tugged him out and started slowly stroking him, Fletcher’s breathing shifted in rhythm and his fingers slid beneath my waistband. He let out a growl when he remembered my lack of underwear and his fingers instead touched the dampness already gathering for him.

‘Okay,’ he panted as I worked him, ‘but these need to be off.Now.’

I helped him tug my joggers down to my knees and spread my legs as much as I could in the limited space, laughing breathily when my knee knocked into the dash. Fletch’s eyes didn’t leavethe motion of his hand against me, watching as he stroked his fingers along the sensitive flesh, parting me before dipping inside to flick against my clit. I gasped and he grinned, so I tightened my grip and began stroking him faster.

Satisfaction leapt inside me when he moaned my name, until he thoroughly distracted me by slipping one and then a second finger deep inside me. I curled my hips under, encouraging him to move as I tried to concentrate on getting him off, onwinning. Then it was a flurried rush of pants as our hips rose to meet the other’s hand, neither wanting to come first but both needing to be pushed over the edge.

I moaned his name and he echoed my own back to me, his fingers moving in and out of me quickly until I clenched tightly around them with anohto signal the end for me. My hips sank back down to the seat as he gently withdrew his fingers and licked them clean while I watched. Disappointment tinged my relaxation as I realised he’d made me come first – until I looked at him and found the evidence of his own ending still damp on his stomach.

‘Who won?’ I asked a little breathlessly and Fletcher grinned as he found a pack of tissues in his bag and used one to clean himself up quickly.

‘I’d say we both did.’

I pulled up my joggers and Fletcher steered us back onto the road. One thing was for sure, I had never felt this confident or wild with a guy before – sex that wasn’t sex outside? In a car? I liked that he made me feel confident enough to do those things with him. We passed another road marker and I smiled as Fletch intertwined our hands on his lap.

Chapter Eighteen

Sara

I’d fallen asleep for the last leg of the drive back and had opened my eyes to the familiar early-evening sounds and lights of Anchorage. It turned out that Fletcher lived just about a twenty-minute drive from my place and I shot him an amused look at the realisation.

‘If you live so close-by, why did it take you so long to pick me up the other day?’

He looked at me like the answer was obvious, ‘Because I was scared to see you. You can be pretty fierce, gorgeous.’

I laughed as we pulled into a parking lot beneath his building, but by the time we’d walked up three flights of stairs to reach his apartment, I was no longer laughing. Then I spotted the elevator and waved in its direction indignantly while Fletch just grinned.

Everything seemed well-maintained in here, the corridor was gray and sleek, clearly new. Fletch was a lawyer for a big firm so him living somewhere a little snazzy was probably to be expected. He stopped outside of a door and I took the chance to admire his ass as we waited.

‘Do you not have a key or something?’ I asked as he knocked. His mouth opened but the door flew open before he could answer.

‘Oh! Fletcher! You’re early,’ the woman behind the door said while I gaped.

‘Sorry Ma’am, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,’ Fletcher saidand the lady waved him off with one well-wrinkled hand and then patted his face fondly, setting the grey curls pinned to her haid to quivering.

‘Nonsense, I’ll just get his stuff together. Won’t be a moment,’ she sent me a warm smile that I hesitantly returned and the second she was out of sight I turned to Fletcher expectantly.

‘She’s my neighbor,’ he said, ‘She sometimes watches Tib for me when I have to go out of town.’

Tib?

‘Here we go,’ a squirming ball of fur was thrust into my arms and a bag presumably containing food or something was shoved into Fletch’s as the old woman returned. ‘He’s such a good boy, he’s welcome any time.’

‘Thank you again, Ms. Oscar. You call me if you need anything, you hear?’

There was a cat in my arms. Fletcher was a cat person.

It was dark grey and seemed to be ninety-percent fur. I’d never owned a pet and half-expected it to scratch me or bite me, but instead it peered up at me with curious eyes and licked the underside of my chin with a loudmeow. An odd rumbling started up and I looked at Fletcher in a panic, ‘There’s something wrong with it –him – he’s shaking!’

Fletcher laughed as he led me over to the black door opposite Ms. Oscar’s, ‘He’s purring. He likes you.’

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