Page 78 of Fast & Reckless
“What are you—” She bit back the rest of her question as he started shrugging out of his suit jacket. Her mouth went dry as he tossed the jacket to the side and got down on his knees.Oh.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He set his hands on her knees and spread them apart, leaning in between her legs. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her dress up, and then he grasped the backs of her thighs, coaxing them farther apart as he kissed her. He had her nearly naked in the middle of the garage and she absolutely did not care.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
She did as he asked, leaning back, reclining across the front of his car. His expression was rapt as he looked her over. He caught the sides of her thong with his fingertips. “Can I take this off?”
She licked her lips and nodded.
He slid it down her legs and off, and then he leaned down and put his mouth on her. The moment his tongue touched her she arched up and gasped. With one hand, she fisted his hair, flattening the palm of the other to the cool glossy surface of the car, trying desperately to ground herself as he licked her core. She heard her own moan echo off the steel walls of the garage, but self-consciousness had become a foreign concept. All she wanted was him, his mouth, this moment.
Her release was already bearing down on her when he slid two fingers inside of her. “Will,” she breathed.
“Right here, on my car,” he whispered against her.
That was all it took. She was arching up off the car, gasping for air, shaking all over as her body was consumed with pure, aching pleasure.
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New York,New York
“I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Did what?”
Mira momentarily lost her train of thought, watching as Will carefully licked a trail of melting ice cream off the side of his waffle cone before it could reach his hand. Maybe she could drip melted ice cream on herself and he could—
“Did what?” he repeated. He took another swipe at his ice cream and she couldn’t decide if she was glad he’d decided on a cone or not, because watching him lick it for the past ten minutes was getting her really worked up and they were a long way from their hotel room. His lips, his tongue …
“Oh. Dinner. We just went out to dinner. Together. In public.”
He shrugged. “We can do it all the time, if you want. And not just at little no-name restaurants in Brooklyn, where no one is going to recognize me.”
She poked at her own ice cream with her spoon. “Will …”
“I’m just saying, we’ve got two more nights. Let me take you out someplace nice tomorrow. Who gives a fuck who sees us?”
“Will.”
“I’m serious, Mira. This whole week, all these lunches and receptions I’ve had with sponsors … I really hated that you weren’t with me.”
“I know.”
This trip hadn’t been exactly the romantic getaway of her dreams. His days had been full of meetings with sponsors, none of which she could go to, so she’d spent most days knocking around the city on her own. Every time he had to leave he asked her to come. And every time, she’d said no.
She was so happy with Will. Every minute they’d managed to steal together in New York had been blissful. But when she imagined the world finding out about them, she was gripped with an elemental terror that she couldn’t talk herself out of.
They tossed out the wrappers from their ice cream. “Just say the word, Mira, and it’s Jean-Georges tomorrow. Or Per Se. Or whichever is the best right now. We’ll get dressed up and do it right.”
“You know I don’t need stuff like that to have fun with you, right? Tonight … in that back garden of that restaurant in Brooklyn was perfect.”
