His voice cuts out as I suck him in again, deeper this time. His hand goes to my jaw, fingers wrapped toward my bun, not forcing or guiding me but just feeling me move over him.

Now that we’re still, I unclick my seatbelt and move around to get a knee underneath myself, changing the angle I can take him at. This is better, deeper, and I hum with satisfaction when I feel his tip enter my throat. I wish I could tease this out, take him to the edge and drive him crazy, but this is not the time.

Not when we’re parked wherever it is we are, with a very real chance of getting caught looming. So I speed up, sucking with hollowed cheeks and using my hand, twirling my tongue over his head. It’s not long before he taps my shoulder—such a gentleman—and I nod, doubling down on my efforts. He understands perfectly, and a second later, I taste his release.

Spurt after spurt of creamy liquid fills my mouth, and I swallow reflexively, trying to keep from getting any on his fancy slacks. I lick him clean, kissing his crown and then easing his boxer briefs up over his softening cock.

I sit up in my chair, wiping at my lips and smiling like the cat that got the canary.

“Damn, you look good like that,” Blake whispers, his eyes hazy but looking at me.

“How? Like I just sucked you off?” I tease, figuring that’s every guy’s dream.

He blinks slowly and lifts his head from the headrest to shake it. “No . . . well, yes. But I meant . . . happy. You looked that way earlier too, when you figured out the smoothie thing, and when you got in my car and touched the wood like you always do—”

“I don’t always do it,” I balk. “Only twice.”

He shakes his head, smirking. “Every time you’ve been in my car, your nightstand, my island.” His voice heats at that. “I went around my house, putting coasters and figurines and wood boxes everywhere so you’d always have something to touch for good luck. Because I like that smile.”

He reaches over to trace my lips, but my smile has fallen, shocked that he would do that . . . for me and my weird little habits.

“Thank you.” It’s all I can find to say, too choked up with how much something so seemingly small means to me. In reply, he leans over and kisses me. We kiss deeply, thoroughly, and when he pulls back, I can’t help it. My lips lift again.

“There it is.”

I smile even bigger.

“Where are we?” I finally ask, looking at the world outside Blake’s car.