But I shove the truck into park anyway.

Julia’s breath catches. My dick goes full salute.

“You’ll stay,” I reply, eyes locked on hers.

I turn off the ignition. Unbuckle my seatbelt. Reach across the console to open the glovebox. Inside, there’s a pack of Marlboro lights, a half bottle of local rye whiskey, and a handful of condoms.

Ford calls it my sinner’s chest.

I call it being prepared for whatever life throws my way. Good days, bad days. Celebrations.

Opportunities to fuck the woman I want so bad I can’t see straight.

I grab a condom. Climb out of the car and open the back door.

Julia blinks against the late afternoon sunshine that slants across her face. I step forward so that my shadow keeps the sun out of her eyes. She blinks again, head tilting back as she looks up at me.

Her perfume—not flowery, not musky, just pure delicious poison—surrounds me. My cock throbs.

“Just sex,” she says. “Just once.”

“Just sex,” I say.

But I can’t guarantee just once.

Chapter Three

Greyson

I take off my jacket. Hang it on the back of the driver’s seat.

“Scoot over,” I say, unbuttoning my sleeves and rolling them up to my elbows.

I’m pleased when Julia does as I tell her. I slide into the backseat and close the door behind me.

Turning to her, I wrap my fingers around her wrist. Her pulse flutters against the pad of my thumb.

“Come here,” I say.

She meets my eyes. “Who says you’re the boss outside the office?”

One side of my mouth curls into a smirk. “I do. Now do as I say and get on my lap, Julia.”

Narrowing her eyes at me, she studies me for a moment.

“Then why was I the one who called this meeting?” she replies, climbing onto my lap. Thighs straddling mine.

My hands find her waist. “Because I needed your consent. Now that I have it, I’ll be calling the meetings from now on.”

“But you said just once.” She sinks lower. Face inches from mine.

Lips full and soft. Begging to be kissed.

“You said just once. I know better than to make promises I can’t keep.”

She looks at me. Touches the tip of her tongue to her upper lip.

I want to scream.

“We’ll see about that,” she says.

Thighs straddling mine, she sinks onto my groin. Rolls her hips side to side as her center meets with the head of my cock through our clothes.

Her eyes on mine the whole time. Unafraid. Wholly focused. Watching my reaction.

A bolt of heat slices through my middle.

“Fuck,” I groan, my hands kneading into her sides. She wraps her arms around my neck, shaking her waves back from her face. “Julia. Julia.”

I lean in for a kiss, tilting my head. But she catches me, placing a finger on my lips.

“No kissing.”

“What?” I pull back, crushed. I want to taste her. Every inch of her skin. Body. Everything. “Why the fuck not?”