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“Great!” Wolfe grinned, gesturing to the front door. “Let’s get going then.”
As we walked toward his luxurious car, I felt my belly tighten with excitement. Wolfe was like a force of nature, sweeping me up in his hedonistic world and stirring desires I almost didn’t know how to handle. But as I slid into the soft leather seat of his car, I thought, hey, it’s only one afternoon. What’s the worst that can happen?
“Ready?” he asked, his eyes filled with anticipation.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Wolfe’s car purred to life, and we drove off, winding through the small-town streets. Past the main square and down the road that ran alongside the river. I watched, curious, as he guided the low-slung sports car carefully down a rutted track at the end of the main road. The scenery was captivating with the sun reflecting off the water and casting a warm glow on everything it touched.
“Here we are,” Wolfe announced as he carefully eased the car off the track and onto a patch of grass. He hopped out of the car and retrieved a picnic basket from the trunk. My heart raced as I watched him spread a blanket on the grass beneath the shade of some trees.
“Come, join me,” he beckoned, his hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
As I sat down on the blanket, Wolfe unpacked the basket, revealing a delicious assortment of sandwiches, fruits, and pastries.
“Wow, this looks amazing,” I said, my mouth watering at the sight.
“Only the best for you,” he replied with a wink, handing me a plate.
We ate quietly, just enjoying each other’s company, and I delighted in the way the air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. With my lunch half finished, I couldn’t resist the pull any longer. I dropped my plate and moved closer to Wolfe, straddling him and wrapping my arms around his neck. Burying my guilt about leaving the kids behind, I kissed him hungrily, craving the taste of him like a parched woman craves water.
Wolfe eagerly returned my kisses, his hands roaming up my back and into my hair, sending shivers down my spine. Without ever breaking the kiss, we explored each other, surrendering to the magnetic force that drew us together. The world outside of us, of this, seemed to fade away, replaced by the intensity of our connection.
“Esme,” Wolfe whispered, his voice full of longing. His hands ventured under my top, fondling my breasts until my nipples hardened and my breathing grew ragged. “Fuck, I want to see you naked.”
I didn’t hesitate, pulling my top off and unclasping my bra, baring myself to him. Letting my head fall back, I sighed as Wolfe’s lips found my breasts, sucking on them with fervor. “God, that feels so good,” I moaned.
“Doesn’t it?” he mumbled against my skin, his warm breath sending goosebumps all over my body. In response, I reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it off in one swift motion. My hands roamed over his chest, desperate to feel every inch of his skin against mine.
“Get naked, why don’t you?” I teased between kisses, laughter bubbling up inside me.
“You first,” Wolfe countered, his hazel eyes gleaming. He lifted me slightly so I could wriggle out of my shorts and underwear. Discarding them on the grass, he followed suit, removing his pants and pulling me on top of him. I drew in a deep, shuddering breath when he guided his cock inside me. Rocking my hips slightly, I moaned at how good it felt. Wolfe lay back on the rug and I placed my hands on his chest, riding him as waves of pleasure filled me. I gasped when his hands cupped my breasts and he played with my nipples.
“Make some noise, Esme,” he urged, his voice husky. “There’s no one around.”
I let go of my inhibitions and moaned louder, allowing myself to fully experience the pleasure building within me. When Wolfe’s fingers brushed against my clit, I exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm. I collapsed onto his chest as my breathing came out in ragged gasps.
Still hard, Wolfe rolled us both over so that I lay beneath him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, savoring the feel of his slow, drugging kisses as he fucked me deeply. We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync, until we both reached our peak again. All the sex with Wolfe was amazing, but I particularly loved it when we came together. Exhausted but satisfied, we lay on the picnic rug entwined in each other’s arms, our bodies recovering. For those few stolen moments, all my worries and responsibilities ceased to exist—there was only Wolfe and me, lost in a world of our own creation.
Until the sudden shrill ring of my phone pierced the quiet afternoon, making me jump with fright. Startled, I scrambled to answer it, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Ariel?” I gasped out, still trying to catch my breath.
“Esme!” Ariel’s voice came through the line, choked with tears and barely understandable. “Y-you need to come home—something happened!”
Panic slammed into my solar plexus as I tried to make sense of her words. “What’s happened?”
“Belle... Florian and Tee were trying to climb into the tree house…”
Hastily, I grabbed my clothes and began dressing, fumbling with one hand while struggling to understand what Ariel was saying.
“I was making eggs... I didn’t want them to fall... I ran outside and Belle—” Her voice broke on a sob.
Wolfe, catching the urgency of my movements, immediately threw his clothes on and helped me into mine, his face etched with worry.
“Stay there, Ariel. We’ll be right there,” I said, my voice shaking. In a matter of minutes, we had gathered our things and were rushing back to the car.
Wolfe didn’t waste any time, flooring the accelerator and speeding us home, the tires screeching against the pavement. Every second felt like an hour, and the weight of guilt and anxiety pressed into my chest, so I could barely breathe.