“I told you, I only need seven.” He kissed her inner thigh. Liza looked down at the bulge in his pants, and her mouth watered. She could take him in her mouth right now and show him exactly why they’d be fools to waste their time. That would shut him right up. Dorsey kissed the crease at the juncture of her thigh. Liza’s belly jerked when the pad of his thumb grazed her sensitive folds, then found her clit.

“Nine minutes.” Liza moaned the last bit as Dorsey’s thumb increased the pressure. He moved up to kiss her again, rubbing her clit until wetness seeped into the soft seats of the town car. He kissed her collarbone, then dragged his tongue to the rigid peaks of her plum nipples again. Liza’s entire body arched to meet him when he kissed her rising rib cage, then the hollow of her belly. She realized too late that he meant to go all the way down. When his rough tongue slipped over her clit, Liza shuddered. He palmed her full ass with both of his hands and pulled her closer, his face meeting her wet warmth. His tongue lapped at her greedily and his palms kneaded her ass. The intensity of his tongue had Liza inching herself away.

“Don’t run away now, Liza. I still have four minutes.” His voice was husky. She wouldn’t last four whole minutes with his rough, hot tongue licking her clit like she was the last thing he would ever taste. She was sinking. He was pulling her deeper into his warmth, and she could no longer see the surface of the water. The opening churchy chords of Aretha Franklin’s “Spirit in the Dark” trilled in her head.

“Dorsey . . . I . . .” Liza warred with herself. She would never live it down. But shiiit, her body was running the show now.

“Say it.”

“I’m . . .” Liza began, then he slid his two fingers inside her and Liza clenched around him like a vice. She bucked against his hands and mouth. His fingers slipped in and out, and she heard loud, wet, sucking sounds as his mouth covered her clit. The sound of enthusiastic sexual enjoyment had to be reaching through the partition. Liza covered her mouth with one hand and tapped his massive shoulders for mercy with the other.

“Say it,” he demanded. Liza’s thighs clenched around him. She was going to come so hard right on his mouth. She had no shame. The orgasm powered through her and mushroomed out like an atom bomb.

“Fucking say it, Liza.”

“You made me come! You made me come! Oh my god!” Liza’s words came rushing out, her hips still rocking on his fingers.