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HARPER

“ Y ou are so fucking sexy in that dress.” Ford’s voice is gravelly and deep, rumbling through my ears and making my blood run hot.

Forgetting about the chill and unease that someone is watching the second I look into his piercing blue orbs that burn with desire, a slow smile curls my lips.

I glance around, an idea forming.

“Thank you, hockey stud.” I wink at him, straightening my posture and pushing my cleavage out.

His eyes go right where I want them, lingering on the swell of my breasts that push against my low-cut dress.

He opens the passenger door, but instead of climbing in, I step into him, pressing my curves against the hard planes of his body.

He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Oh, I love the effect I have on this man.

I lazily trail my fingers over the buttons of his shirt before cupping his jaw. “Thank you for dinner tonight.” My voice is sultry as I press my chest into his and lean up on my tiptoes. “I had a wonderful time.”

A growl goes through his chest as I plant my lips on his.

He meets me hungrily, greedily, his arms wrapping around me so tightly my ribs ache.

My head spins, my pussy instantly soaked when he rubs his hard dick against my core.

I gasp, his tongue slipping inside.

Our tongues brush together, our kiss deep and greedy.

His hands slide down to my ass, grabbing it through my dress, hauling me even closer.

I moan against his lips, melting against him.

Kissing Ford is my personal heaven.

It doesn’t matter that we spent a decade apart.

From the first time our mouths connected until now, he’s never missed a beat in doing it exactly the way I liked.

Almost as if he’s only ever kissed me.

My body molds so perfectly against his muscular form, I forget my insecurities about my curvy body.

Ford makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

“Goddamn, Harper,” he growls against me, pulling back slightly as he sucks in the cool night air. “I’m about ready to fuck you right here.”

I look around the now empty parking lot to the taillights of our friends’ vehicles in the distance, heading down the road.

Arching my brows, a salacious grin curls my lips. “What’s stopping you?”

He grabs me, and within seconds, he’s sitting on the passenger seat while I’m straddling him.

The fact that he hefted my weight like it’s nothing makes me all mushy inside.

I’ve always envied skinny, petite girls who are easily picked up and carried by guys while I could only dream of such a thing.

Until Ford.

He pulls the door closed, and the darkness of the night shrouds us.

Our lips crash together, our hands fumbling at the other’s clothing.

Goosebumps flare over my chest as he frees my breasts from my dress and bra.

His thumbs stroke over my nipples, back and forth, stimulating each one and making me tremble.

I lift up, pulling my dress around my hips, then set myself against his trousers while my hands roam over his bare chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my palms.

Grinding myself against his hard dick, pleasure shoots through me as he continues teasing my hard nipples.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Harper.” His head lowers, taking one of my breasts in his mouth and sucking on it.

I gasp from the sensation, my fingers threading through his hair. “Fuck, Ford. That feels so good.”

I circle my hips over his dick, the friction sending a thrill up my spine.

My panties are drenched.

“Mmmm,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my nipple. “So fucking good.”

My breath is shaky when I whisper, “I need you.”

He releases my nipple with a pop, a seductive laugh rolling out of him. “What do you need, hummingbird?”

“Your cock inside me. Right the hell now.”

I vow that one day, I’ll take my time and worship this man.

But today is not that day.

Not when I feel I’m about to combust.

I lean up, undoing his pants.

He pushes my thong to the side, teasing my entrance with his fingers, while I reach in and grab his cock.

Lining the head up with my entrance, I stare into Ford’s blue eyes as I lower myself onto him, taking him inside me until I can’t go anymore.

He mutters curses, his head falling back against the seat, his eyes never leaving mine. “I love watching you take control,” he rasps, his hands moving to my bare ass. “You’re a fucking goddess. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be marrying you.”

I still, my heart banging against my ribs from the awe on his face.

“Ford,” I breathlessly whisper.

His eyes and smile darken, that possessive intensity shining through. “You’re mine, hummingbird. All. Fucking. Mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”

I nod, rasping out, “Yours. All yours.”

A devilish grin slides across his face as his commanding voice says, “Why the fuck are you sitting still, wife? Ride my fucking cock. Show me how much you love your husband.”

I’m fucking done as soon as he says those words.

My pussy is wetter than it’s ever been.

I lift myself up, then slam myself down on his cock, moaning at the fullness.

His hands squeeze my ass, but he lets me set the pace and rhythm, giving me complete control.

And oh, shit, do I love having control over this man .

I begin bouncing up and down, rolling my hips in a circle when he’s deep inside me, wincing at his size.

Ford is very well endowed, but I’m way too fucking turned on to take it easy on myself.

I’m addicted to the pleasure and the pain as I take him deep inside me, hard and fast, moaning and screaming his name.

“Goddamn, wifey,” his hands tighten around my hips, his jaw clenching. “You’re riding me so fucking good. You’re gonna make me come soon.”

His words push me closer to the edge. “Yeeess,” I whimper, riding him faster, my large breasts bouncing up and down. “I want all your come.”

“Fuck.” His mouth latches onto my nipple while his hand slides between us, his thumb teasing my clit.

“Oh, hell, yes,” I moan, my head falling back.

My rhythm is unsteady from the pleasure ambushing me in every direction.

“Fuck, Ford. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

He hums his agreement around my nipple, the sensation driving me higher.

He begins thrusting from below, matching my pace, overwhelming me with the feeling of fullness and pleasure.

I’m going to come soon, and hard.

His thumb rubs over my clit faster before he bites down on my nipple, the sensation painful before he eases up, his tongue soothing.

“Fuck,” I pant. “Ford, I’m gonna?—”

It’s too late to finish the words.

My hips buck at a frenetic pace as I scream his name, stars dancing behind my closed lids. Pleasure rocks through me so hard my ears ring as I come all over him.

“So fucking stunning, wifey,” I hear Ford rasp.

I open my eyes, taking in the extreme pleasure contorting his face before he clenches his jaw. “I’m gonna come.”

Despite how wrung out I’m feeling, his words make me feral.

I begin moving my hips, my hands cupping his face. “Come inside me, Ford. I want every fucking drop.”

He growls, thrusting hard and fast before his lips part, and he moans, thrusting deep inside me.

I collapse against him, milking every drop of come from his dick, relishing in the warmth of him filling me.

When he stills, I open my eyes, a smile curling my lips.

And then I freeze.

Oh, my fucking God.

I-I’m staring into a pair of cold, dark eyes.

They aren’t Ford’s.

They’re glaring at me with murderous hatred through the window.

I’m paralyzed, my lips parted, but no sound comes out.

I can’t even blink.

Finally, I squeeze my eyes closed, then open them.

But there’s no one there.