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“Well, when you put it that way, it hardly sounds appealing. But darling, I’d broadcast my love for you across the universe, because I want everyone to know you’re mine. I love you.”

He brushed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. The guilt of the way I acted in front of Jenna returned.

“I love you, too. I didn’t realize how much of a jealous streak I could have until a woman was right there in front of me, pouring on the charm thicker than the alcohol she was about to serve us.”

“Your eyeswerepretty wild, turning vividly green in there for a minute,” he chuckled and squeezed me closer, kissing the top of my head.

“I suppose with a rich, handsome man beside me, I’m going to have to get used to fighting off the ladies.”

“Same with me having a beautiful redhead beside me. You’re always oblivious to the ogling from other men, but I notice.”

I snorted at this. “Ogling, seriously?”

He lifted my chin and said, “I don’t care how many men look because I have something they don’t. You’remine.You’re about to be my wife, and I’m the only man who can touch you.”

Our lips connected in a sweet kiss, only we didn’t stop there. The heat of our brief argument fueled more, and a minute later, I landed on top of him, straddling him. His fingers worked up my dress, between my thighs, feeling me through my wet panties. My skin warmed to his touch. The man knew exactly how to get me so hot.

36

SEX IN THE BACKSEAT

CHELSEA

“We should callour wedding cocktail, Sex in the Backseat,” Rex mused between kisses and sucked down my neck. I giggled—at us, at this situation, at how ridiculously in love with him I was. And at the thought of Miriam’s high-class society friends drinking our cocktail with the name of Sex in the Backseat.

“How would that look foiled in gold on the menu card?” I laughed even more, happy with how my man had me smiling again.

“That’s it then. We’re going with that name. I’ll tell Mom tomorrow. You want this wedding to be about us? How about this?” His voice faded into a low growl, and his fingers found their way under my panties, pumping inside of my slick center and turning up my temperature.

“Yes. Just you and me.” My breath hitched, and a moan escaped my lips so raw and needy. Who had I become under Rex’s careful consideration of my needs? Like he had abeacon for when his touch would be the most effective on me.

“Sir, we’re almost there,” the driver’s voice came through the speaker, and I almost forgot we were on the road.

“My hands are a little occupied, Sweetness. Hit that button for me?” Rex nodded toward the door. I fumbled around on the panel and found the speaker button, pushing it until it buzzed. Rex commanded, “Drive around the block a few times. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

He continued his pursuit of me for several blocks, as long as it took me to come undone riding his fingers, and moaning his name.

“That’s it, baby. Relax like a good girl. You know I’ll always take real good care of you.”

“Mm-hmm.” I lingered, held by him in his arms, lost in the euphoria of Rex’s attention a little longer.

In front of Maisy’s building, before getting out of the car, I adjusted my clothes, more at ease now than earlier. “Hm. Showing up at Maisy’s door with an orgasm afterglow wasn’t exactly what I’d planned.”

“Come home with me instead. We’ll check on her tomorrow. Besides, you owe me now.” He adjusted himself as well, using a water bottle and his gym towel to wash his hands.

I reached over and gave his thigh a little pat. “I know. Maybe this is our thing. Whatever wedding argument we have, we make love immediately.”

“Deal,” he growled, about to claim my lips with hisagain, when a text came through from Miriam. We read it together on his phone.

Miriam: I think a sparkling raspberry Chambord and Prosecco cocktail would be lovely.

I nodded to Rex, agreeing and watching him type back an answer. This was one thing out of all the wedding plans I didn’t care about, but if it made Miriam happy…

Rex: That’ll do. And the name is Sex in the Backseat.

Miriam: What?

We laughed, and he turned off his phone just as a knock came at our window. He pushed the button to let it part way down. I expected to see the driver there, but it wasn’t.