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I can’t stop thinking about pulling her into the car, yanking her shorts down, filling her up and making her mine. Over and over.
She drops the hose and walks to my window. I roll it down, dazed. She leans in, her wet hair brushing my cheek. Her breath smells like strawberries.
She grabs her milkshake and walks away.
And it hits me—hard.
I bought my best friend’s daughter a milkshake.
And all I want is to pour it over her tits and lick it off, slow and dirty.
I push open the door and step out, heat rising off the concrete.
She doesn’t move away. Watches me like she’s bracing for something.
I stop in front of her.
She lifts her chin. So open. So unguarded. Is this real? Is she tempting me or just being her—sweet, honest, unaware that she’s the center of my fucking universe?
"Are you happy with the service you got today?" she says. "You don't look happy. At all."
My hands itch. I keep them locked at my sides.
“This isn’t about the car,” I say, my voice low and hoarse.
She bites her lip. Watches me.
“Then what’s it about?”
"It's about you."
I close the distance. She’s soaking wet. Cheeks flushed. Mouth parted.
And I’m going to make sure I’m the only one she ever looks at like this.
“Ass on the car.”
Her pupils dilate. Lips part. She draws a breath.
“Now.”
Chapter Eight
John
“Ass on the car. Now.”
I can’t believe this is happening.
I’m on the hood of his car. Legs spread. Body aching.
He traces his thumb along my jaw, slow and possessive, like he’s memorizing the shape of me.
“We do this,” he says, voice rough, eyes locked on mine, “and you don’t go back to being just Mark’s daughter. You don’t go back to pretending I don’t see you every time I close my eyes.”
My breath catches. I want to say something—anything—but all that escapes is a soft, aching sound as he leans in and presses his mouth to my cheek. Not my lips. Not yet. Just beneath my eye… then down to my jaw. Every nerve in my body sparks, waiting.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my skin, warm and unrelenting. “Not for tonight. Not for a week. You’re mine, Sarah. Do you understand?”
