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HALLIE

Song, southbound, Artemas.

I feel him hardening under me, and I bite my lip, trying to navigate the conversation Charlotte and Declan are having with me about my job.

It’s as hard as Conan’s cock to concentrate.

“Excuse me. I have to go to the ladies' room,” I blurt out.

If he won’t relieve me, I’ll have to do it myself. I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Conan growls in my ear.

“Chase me.”

He groans as I shuffle off his lap and make a dart for the toilets. Before I grab the handle, he grips the back of my neck, spins me to face him, and kisses me.

“You’re driving me crazy, Hallie,” he mutters between kisses.

“Well, do something about it,” I challenge.

His eyes darken as they flick upward.

“In a bathroom? You want to get fucked here when we have a suite waiting for us?”

I grab the collar of his shirt and tug him down to me.

“Conan. I desperately need your dick inside of me. Call it an appetizer or something. Do what you want with me after. I just cannot think straight until you make me come. I’m losing my mind here.”

He’s making me insane, but it’s in the best possible way.

Conan twists the handle and we fall into the ladies' room, our lips locked, my fingers fumbling with his belt.

The door clicks shut behind us.

His hand grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“You’ve been such a good fucking girl for me, baby.”

He spins me around, and I grip the basin as he kicks my legs open and yanks up my dress.

His hands slide over my ass.

“Fucking perfect.”

Our eyes lock in the mirror and the room goes molten.

He unbuttons his pants and frees his cock, making me lick my lips.

“This what you want, darlin’?” he asks, stroking his dick.

I nod eagerly.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, trouble. Now I get to give you a taste of how it feels. Be quiet, my brothers don’t need to hear how loud you are when you come.”

My mouth drops open. He gives me a smirk.

“I—I can’t be quiet.”

He chuckles and thrusts his fingers inside my needy pussy.

“Oh, I know.”

As he pulls his fingers out, he steps behind me and runs his hand up my throat, then shoves his soaked digits into my mouth, deep.

“Problem solved.” He winks at me in the mirror.

My muffled cries echo as he slams into me.

“God, baby,” he grits out.

I keep my eyes on him. With every thrust, I watch him go deeper, lose more of his control.

He’s losing his mind, just like I am.

“You want to be filled up with my cum?”

“Y-yes.”

I bite down on his fingers as he slaps my ass and fucks me into oblivion.

“I can feel you’re close.”

He presses down on my lower back and lets loose.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

He slaps my ass and I scream, but he shoves his fingers deeper into my mouth.

“Now.”

He spills inside me and I follow, letting the orgasm tear through every nerve ending.

He keeps thrusting until I’m wrung out and trembling.

As he brushes my hair off my shoulder and plants a kiss there, I melt.

Then he turns me to face him.

“That better, trouble?” he whispers against my lips.

“Much better, beastie.”

I straighten his tie and pull him in for a kiss.

“Can we leave yet?” I ask.

He licks his lips.

“You don’t like my family?”

My eyes widen in horror.

“Oh my god, it’s not that. They’re great. It’s just, I want to spend time with just you.”

He steals another kiss and slips a set of keys into my hand.

“You wanna drive? I brought the Bugatti.”

I gasp.

“You fixed it?”

He nods. I kiss him hard.

“It would be an honor. Can I race it one day?” I flutter my lashes at him for full effect.

“If you behave. Now, shall we escape?” he asks.

That word flicks something in my brain I think he might enjoy.

I slide off the basin and duck under his arm, sprinting straight for the door.

I shoot left toward the back exit, bashing through the double doors into the dark.

“Shit.”

I run for the parking lot, his footsteps heavy and closing in behind me.

I spot it under the lights and make a dash, unlocking it just before I reach it.

A burst of giggles escapes me as he grabs me and lifts me, planting my ass on the hood.

“Gotcha.” He winks.

Darting my eyes around, I realize there’s no one here. Slowly, I spread my legs open for him.

His gaze zeroes in on my pussy. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a ragged breath.

“Be a good boy and clean me up so I don’t make a mess on your seats.”

He drags me closer and drops to his knees.

“This pussy is mine. No one else ever gets to see it, touch it, taste it, or fuck it again. Understood?”

I swallow, instinctively trying to close my legs, but he only pushes them wider.

“If my face is between your legs, no one can see your sweet pussy. Only me. I’ll do as you demand, darlin’. Then you’re my good little slut tonight.”

As soon as his tongue connects with my clit, my legs quiver.

“Let me hear you. No need to hold back now.”

Holy shit.

I’m getting eaten out on the hood of a Bugatti in a parking lot.

I’ve officially lost my mind.

And I don’t care about anything except what Conan’s tongue is doing to me.

“More, Conan,” I beg.

He answers with the addition of his fingers, fucking me deep.

It doesn’t take long for my climax to build, the pressure unbearable.

When he curls his fingers just right, my hips buck, but he holds me still.

“C-Con, I’m close.”

My soft moans become frantic, my breathing scattered.

I can feel it rising in me, pulsing through every limb.

Running my fingers through his hair, I hold him in place and ride his face.

His groans against my pussy only drive me closer.

“Oh my god.”

I throw my head back and scream his name as a warm gush escapes from me.

“What the?—”

I look down, panting, blood whooshing in my ears. Conan is still licking up every drop of my mess.

As our eyes lock, my heart stutters. I’ve soaked him.

He grins as he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Baby, you just squirted all over my Bugatti.”

He adjusts his crotch as I close my legs.

“I—I did?” I croak.

He leans in, grabs me by the neck, and kisses me. I can still taste myself on his lips.

“Yeah. And that was the hottest damn sight I’ve ever witnessed. Shame I can’t ever clean my car again.”

I giggle, and he kisses me again.

“I’ve never squirted before,” I whisper.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans.

“You’re serious? Never? I’m the first?”

That excitement in his voice makes my chest bloom with warmth.

“I saved it for you. Now take me to bed, baby,” I whisper.

“I can’t wait to see what else I can make you do.” He grins, pulling away and lifting me off the hood to help me into the passenger seat.

“Such a gentleman. Hey, I thought I was driving?”

He chuckles.

“After how hard you just came? I don’t think your legs can take the drive.” He pauses and licks his lip.

“And I’m a gentleman most of the time, yes. But what I’m going to do to you all night is far from that, trouble.”

I snap my mouth closed and squeeze my thighs together, which makes him chuckle.

That’s what I love.

We can flit between laughing, making each other come, being emotional, and peeling back our layers. And every single part we expose only connects us deeper.

He’s the match.

And I’m the spark.

Together, we burn bright.