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CHAPTER 8

TRISTAN

This is the first time in too long that I’ve had my car underneath me, going a hundred and fifty miles an hour. Beside me, Amelia has a huge smile spread across her face, and she’s gripping the edge of her seat. When she squeals, I gun the engine again.

“You used to drive like this all the time?”

“All the time. I had a death wish. More than anything, I missed my mom, and I was sick of being without her. I didn’t feel like my dad loved me, and I was struggling with it. The only thing I could think of was if I died like her, then he couldn’t ignore me.”

We’re quiet as the road flies past us, when she speaks. “He was hurting just as much as you were, but you couldn’t see it.”

“No, I couldn’t. Not back then, but now I do.” Slowing down so that I’m no longer in the three-digit MPH, I feel comfortable enough to reach over and grab her thigh with my hand. Her dress is pulled up so that I can see the bare flesh. If Parker wasn’t tailing us, I’d pull over to the side of the road and spend a few minutes showing my wife just how much I love and want her.

“You keep moving that hand of yours up, and I’m going to want you to do dirty things to me. Too bad we can’t.”

I make a noise deep in my throat as I think about what we could do together. “Who’s to say we can’t?”

“Tristan, it’s dangerous.”

“Lia, what have I just told you about myself? I love the thrill of the danger, and if I can have that with you, then I want it even more. So, if that’s what you want too? Then sit back, spread your knees, and let me get you off.”

She does as I’ve asked, and that part of my personality that still needs to be the bad boy? The rebel? In this moment I realize that with her, I’m able to be both.

AMELIA

The blunt tips of his fingers are teasing along the gusset of my panties. Frustrated and ready to feel his flesh against mine, I adjust so that he can rub at the edge of my pussy. Slowly he enters my folds, and I tilt my head back against the headrest.

With my eyes closed, I let the feeling wash over me.

“Lia, I’m ready for you to come for me. Right here against the leather of my seats. Every time I look over at that seat, I want to be able to think about this moment. Do you wanna come for me?”

I nod, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. “Yes, I want to give both of us that memory.”

He pulls his fingers from my core and puts them in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits. And then he puts them right back where they were. Spreading my knees as far as I can, I thrust toward him.

“Touch yourself, Lia. Make yourself feel good.”

Since it’s the dead of the night and I’m sure no one can see us, I reach up and grab my breasts, worrying the nipples behind the fabric of my dress. They’re peaked and begging for his mouth. I wish I could pull the dress down and give him these parts of me, but it’s too dangerous.

“We’re about to hit the bridge to cross over to the island. It’s up, and there are people standing outside, Lia. If you want to come, you have to do it now. I don’t want anyone else to see what’s mine.”

My breath hitches as he twists his wrist and hits a spot inside my body I didn’t know he could reach, and at that moment I fly apart.