Page 46 of The Accidental Dating Experiment

I roam my hands up her back, touching the satin of the corset, and her soft bare skin too. Pulling her impossibly closer, kissing her as she rides my hard-on.

She’s relentless as she rocks, and thrusts, and then bites the corner of my mouth.

“Fuck yes,” I rasp out, loving this newer, wilder side of her.

She just moans then slams her mouth to mine, kissing me sloppily. Moaning against my mouth. Panting.

Oh fuck.

Oh hell.

I know that sound. I’ll remember it forever. She’s close. So close. “Let me get you there,” I command.

“Please…” she says, the word trailing off.

In a heartbeat, I’m on her jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping, then I slide my hand inside her panties.

She’s hot and needy. She angles up giving me room, and I take it, coasting my fingers through the paradise of her wet pussy. “Wow,” I whisper.

There’s a smile, then a soft moan, then a loud, “Oh god.”

“So fucking wet. So fucking beautiful,” I say as I stroke her, flicking a finger across the swollen nub of her clit.

She lets her head fall back. “Yes. More,” she says, practically begging.

I answer the call, following her cues, stroking faster as she rocks, pinching her needy clit then kissing a path up her chest to the hollow of her throat. “Missed this so much,” I whisper against her, barely aware of what I’m saying.

Just needing to say it as her soft breathless sounds fill the back of the limo. As her desire steals all my thoughts.

“Missed hearing you come. Need to hear it now. I have to hear it now, baby,” I say, chasing her pleasure with my fingers, and my words, and my kisses.

Then finding it, as she grasps my shoulders hard. Ferociously. Then she shudders against me and cries out. A long, sensual ohhhhhh turns into yes, yes, yes.

I don’t relent. I don’t let up as she rides my fingers into her climax in the back of the limo. Then, she’s shaking, shuddering, and smiling too.

She opens her eyes, and blinks, sighs. “So that was…”

“Yeah, it was.” And I show her how much I liked it by licking each finger.

When I finish, her eyes are big and glossy. And so’s her appetite, judging by the way she glances down at the outline of my hard cock.

But before I can even say, “We’re not done,” the car stops, jerking me out of the deliciously filthy moment and into a very real one.

I peer out the tinted window. I guess when I said, Just drive, the driver interpreted that to mean, Just drive home.

The partition lowers. “Will this do?” the driver asks.

I don’t believe in signs. Never have. But if I did, this would seem like a sign that it’s time for the irrational part of the night to end before it goes too far.

I clear my throat, adopting my best professional tone. “Yes. Thank you.”

Trying to reset the night, I turn to Juliet. “We’re here.”

No shit. Tell her something she doesn’t know.

She brushes her hair from her cheek, zips her jeans, and smooths a hand over her wildly sexy corset. “Right. Yes. I should…get to bed. Busy day tomorrow.” She grabs her purse. “We need to start painting. I think we forgot to get a roller pan?”

Right. Sprucing up the house. The reason we’re here. Not to relive the past. Or to tease a future we can’t have. “Yeah. Paint. Roller. That.”