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Chapter Four

Dean

I can’t describe the feeling of having Ruby Lang in the passenger seat of my red, rented Maserati with the top down, her long blonde hair tossing around in the breeze, her bare legs on full display on the white leather seat.

Her nipples tight, like little pebbles. Face flushed like it was when I finished her off at the Observatory.

I’m so hard, I probably shouldn’t be driving, because there can’t be much blood left in my head with my cock this swollen.

We take a sharp turn, and she throws her hands up in the air, laughing into the oncoming wind, and I swear to God, I feel like I’m in college again.

The stress of being a productive adult is melting right off me, along with the responsibilities I’ve taken on over the last six years.

Responsibilities I wouldn’t trade for anything—hell no, I love my kids, my career is important to me and my wife and I?

We’re a good team, even if we’re not the romance and flowers type.

We’re respected , and that’s what we were both after.

But knowing my only worry for the next three days is giving this cutie the orgasms I’ve been wanting to give her for years, while she calls me Daddy?

Yeah, I’m not sure there is a man alive who is luckier than me right now.

We spend half an hour zigzagging through the hills of Mount Hollywood while the sun droops into the horizon, leaving ribbons of pink and orange streaked through fluffy white clouds.

A sunset worthy of a unique evening. I return to the parking lot at Griffith Observatory and zip into one of the parking spots off the beaten track, intending to regroup before driving back to the beach house.

Ruby is still breathing hard from the exhilaration of the ride, unhooking her seatbelt to scramble over the console and straddle me, planting kisses on my face, the mound of her sex wiggling around excitedly in my lap.

I press my hips up and hump her a few times against the steering wheel, groaning at the way her lower body melts and conforms to me, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“That was the most incredible ride,” she whispers, falling onto my chest and kissing me, like I’m a fucking hero. “I could have gone for another hour.”

“We can do whatever you want, baby.” I sink my hands into the back of her panties and yank that cunt tighter to my lap, lust slithering in my veins like garter snakes. “Hell, if I didn’t think I’d be pushing my wife’s good humor, I’d take you to Harry Winston and deck you out in fucking diamonds.”

“That’s okay,” she murmurs, nuzzling our noses together. “This is way better.”

“Goddamn right it is,” I mutter thickly, sinking into a thorough pull of her mouth, lost in the way she gives herself over to the moment completely, not distracted, not impatient, just content to rub her pussy on my aching dick and join our tongues together on repeat.

If the top of the convertible wasn’t down, the windows would be fogged up in seconds, which would be helpful right about now, because even though I parked toward the back, there are a lot of other people in this lot.

And I know exactly how this looks—a man with a wedding ring in a Maserati getting it on with a younger blonde.

I’m a long way from Connecticut where I might be recognized, though, and good lord, she’s so fucking sweet.

“Can we put my dick in while you keep up that wiggling, baby?”

She lifts her head, blue eyes dazed. “Like…sex? Already?”

“Please.” My balls squeeze with agony. “I’m ready to bust. I want to be inside that little pussy when I do it.”

“B-but…”

Her hesitance has me checking myself. Am I…

rushing her? I thought we were on the same page.

She’s practically fucking me through my khakis.

I’m a married man with a demanding career.

I have approximately ten minutes of free time for sex per week.

When the opportunity arises and on the off chance my wife is agreeable, I get my business done fast. Have I already forgotten how to approach sex in six years of marriage? “But what, baby? Tell me.”

“Maybe I’m being too forward, it just felt so good. To have the permission to kiss you. But I thought we’d spend a while working up to sex,” she whispers, her face pink. “I still haven’t been with anyone, Dean.”

Did I mishear her? It sounds like she’s telling me she’s never been physical with a man.

But that can’t be right, can it? She was hired to spend three days with two very horny, very obsessed married men in peak physical condition.

Not exactly a virgin move. “You mean, you haven’t been in a relationship ? I know. We talked about that, baby.”

She leans in and speaks near my ear in a conspiratorial whisper. “No, I mean sexually .”

“You’re a virgin? ”

Ruby winces. “Uh-huh.”

Ruby

Flushed with embarrassment, I bury my face in Dean’s neck.

What got into me? Of course he thinks we’re going to have sex now .

I haven’t been on an adventure, like the one he just took me on, ever before.

The wind whipping my hair, the music blasting, his hand massaging my upper thigh.

If the wedding ring gave me pause initially, I was quickly distracted by the hairpin turns and rev of the engine.

The way the wind molded his shirt to his muscles, his eyes watching me from the other side of his sunglasses, making me feel desired. Treasured.

I didn’t really expect this bold behavior from myself. I’ve been on casual dates. I’ve spent time around men. But…wow. Those occasions were nothing like this.

With the pressure of a potential relationship off the table, I’m so free.

Free to explore all my repressed needs.

“I’m glad you said something, Ruby,” he says on a shallow exhale, his chest still rising and falling against me, nearly lifting my whole body with his powerful breaths. “I don’t want your first time in a parking lot. You deserve better than that.”

I kiss his cheek for being so sweet. “Thank you for understanding.”

His head falls back against the rest. “Christ. I don’t know how I’m going to walk straight with this erection.” He raises his hands, framing my breasts, his thumbs fondling my nipples through my dress. “God. I still can’t even believe my wife is letting me do this.”

“I love your wife.”

He lifts my skirt up, observing the hard press of my sex on his arousal, the slow working rotations of my hips, inner thighs in a flex. “Right now, baby, I love her, too.”

Dean

Before either of us can say another word, the people who are parked beside us return to their car.

It’s two older men in their sixties, and until they’re sidestepping down the space between my Maserati and their SUV, I don’t realize I’ve parked beside a police cruiser.

Jesus, they’re cops. The gun belts around their hips are the final pieces of proof.

They’re going to see Ruby in my lap and it’s going to be obvious what we’re doing. The last thing I want is this three-day vacation from my responsibilities to be ruined with a trip to jail.

“Face the windshield,” I urge, lifting Ruby up. “Knees up, so I can turn you around. We’ll pretend I’m giving you a driving lesson.”

For the rest of my life, I’m going to think about how easy she was to maneuver in such a tight space, but I digress.

Her ass is planted in my lap in no time, her hands on the steering wheel, my cock still stiff as nails, only now it’s pressed right up between her butt cheeks, her sexy thighs wide open and draped over mine.

One of the police officers stops dead in their tracks at the driver’s side.

“Fucking hell,” I hear him groan under his breath, his attention dragging up Ruby’s thighs to her hips. “What’s going on here, folks? What are you doing sitting in your car? The Observatory is that way.”

“Just showing her how to operate a Maserati, sir,” I say, praying that’s the end of it.

“That so?” I can see him eyeballing my wedding ring.

And the fact that Ruby’s ring finger is bare.

He’d never believe me if I told him my wife gave me a three-day hall pass to fuck my college tutor out of my bones.

Although, God, the more time I spend with her, the less I suspect it’s even possible.

“If you’re teaching her how to operate this car, you better move the seat up.

Her feet don’t even reach the pedals, son. ”

“Right,” I say dryly. This son of a bitch has jokes.

Hoping to satisfy his bullshit sense of humor enough to make him leave, I press the button on the armrest to move the seat up—and immediately realize my mistake when Ruby’s hips wedge up against the steering wheel and her ass grinds down onto my stiff cock, a hot little whimper leaving her mouth.

“Oops,” says the officer.

She immediately tries to shift herself out of the predicament and oh shit, oh shit she can’t get free and struggles harder, harder, writhing that tight backside on me, all under the cops’ watchful gaze, both of us trapped.

One strenuous arch of her back and a too-sharp tweak of that tush—and I come.

I come harder than I have in a very long time, my hips convulsing involuntarily, slamming Ruby into the wheel, over and over and over, semen blasting into the crotch of my briefs, flooding, capsizing any thoughts of self-preservation.

All I can do is hump, hump, hump her into the wheel, my balls storming with white-hot pleasure, my teeth gritted against the back of her head until it ends, leaving me battered.

“Goddamn.” The cop mops the sweat off his brow. “I’ll tell you something. I don’t blame you one bit, son.”

A moment later, the police cruiser is gone, and Ruby turns sideway into my chest with bright red cheeks. “That did not just happen.”

I grimace over the wet mess in my pants. “Oh, I promise you, it did.”

She laughs hysterically at my irritable expression, and by some miracle, I find myself joining her, weight dropping from my shoulders like sandbags. Weight I didn’t even know I was carrying. This is how Ruby always made me feel. Alive. Carefree. Young.

She leans up to kiss my cheek, and I feel like the ruler of the universe.

“All part of the adventure,” she whispers.

And as I drive Ruby back to the rental house, her eyes sparkling at me from the passenger seat, I admit to myself that I want a lot more than one adventure with her.

What I’ve got is three days, though. Three days only.

And one big problem named Cameron in the way of having Ruby all to myself.