She adamantly shakes her head. “No.” Her eyes are both hesitant and full of longing.

“Come on. It’s so good. I eat it and still maintain my figure.” I shrug, taking another huge bite.

Her eyes follow the food as it enters my mouth. She licks her lips.

“Fine. Give it.” Eyes widening at first, she moves closer to me. Shutting them, as though she can’t bear to look, she opens her mouth and bites. “Mmm,” she moans. “So good.”

When she’s done chewing, I hand it to her. “Please. Eat the rest,” I beg. “But only if you keep moaning like that with every bite.”

She giggles. “Oh, Slade.” She takes another. “This meat.” Her eyes move from the food to my dick, and I start to laugh. “Just want a taste …” she sings, licking her lips.

“That’s it, Lauren. You’ve really gone and done it now.” I unclick my belt and grab her by the ass, dragging her onto me.

“We’re doing this? In a fast-food parking lot?”

“You bet we are.”

“Fine, but only if you’ll buy me another burger when we’re through. Now that I’ve committed, I don’t want to eat it cold.”

I drag her hand into my pants, and she grips the base of my cock.

“See?” I ask, voice strangled. “Still hot.” I tickle her ribs, getting a roar of laughter. “I already got extras, you crazy little thing.”

Her lips press against mine, and I sigh into her mouth. I only had to take a few pills today. Less than usual.

Maybe being with Lauren is enough.

“We’re finally back!” she squeals, unable to hide her excitement as we pull into the lot of the Mile. “If I never have to listen to your music again, it won’t be too soon.”

She gives me a classic Lauren eye roll, and I laugh.

For the millionth time, I scan her amazing body, focusing on her gorgeous tits encased in a blue spandex top. Our trip should have taken roughly half the time. But, after fucking in the backseat like teenagers, we each ate our weight in hot burgers and washed it all down with icy milkshakes. I can’t even remember the last time I had this much fun.

After parking my truck in the hotel’s lot, I help her out of the car.

“You don’t have to help me. They have someone at the front.” She drops her head, as though she’s suddenly gotten shy.

“Nope. I’ve got you.” Next, I pull her suitcase from the backseat and carry it to the front door.

“You know it’s on wheels, right? You don’t have to hold it.”

I smirk. “Guess I’m just strong like that.”

“Or you didn’t know it had wheels,” she sasses back.

We strut through the hotel lobby. The concierges all wave to me, and I nod in return.

“Everyone seems to like you, huh? Not sure what the hell they’re thinking …” She pinches my side, but I don’t pause.