She nods. I put cash on the table to cover my food and a portion of the alcohol. I text Maverick that they are under no circumstance to come outside until I return, and I wait for her just outside the door. Maybe it’d be safer to wait inside the vehicle so that no one sees us walking together, but I’m not making her do the walk through the parking lot to my SUV for sex by herself. I’m a gentleman like that.

She pushes out of The Hideout and scans the parking lot, stopping when she finds my SUV and giving me a perfect opportunity to sneak up behind her and lift her at the waist.

“Oh my gosh,” she squeals as I do an overhead press with her in my arms. When I bring her back down, she grabs hold of my neck. “What if you’d dropped me?”

“Such little faith.” I unlock my car and open the back door.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

She climbs in and I follow. I’m quick to shut the door and finally have her alone.

For whatever hesitation she had before, she attacks my face as soon as I turn my head. Her hands go to my hair and her mouth is on mine. I pull her onto my lap the best I can in this back seat, slouching down so our heads aren’t bumping against the roof of the car.

God bless tinted windows. My fingers slip under her shirt and lift. I enjoy the way her skin pebbles at my touch. I push up the fabric so I can access her bra, pull the cups down and press my lips to one nipple. She arches into me and rubs herself against my crotch.

“Do you put something on your skin? Edible lotion?” I pop off just long enough to ask and then move to the next nipple.

“Edible lotion?” She giggles and then moans.

“You always taste so good.” I lick and bite. Seriously, Ginny-flavored nipples are my favorite food and I am starving.

“It’s just me.” She pulls away, scrambling onto the seat beside me and unbuttoning my jeans. She smiles up timidly at me as she frees my dick.

I hiss as she licks the dot of precum. “Fuck, Ginny. Do that again.”

She does, except this time, she takes me all the way in.

Dead. Gone. Rest in peace. Thought I was going to hell, but this is heaven.

I hit the back of her throat, and she gags, but does she stop? Hell to the no.

I place my hands on her head, running my fingers through her hair. Gently, I guide the tempo, but I let her decide how much to take. I’m a big guy — no one has dared to deep throat me before, and she’s the last person I expected to try.