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Chapters (34)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Playlist
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Epilogue
  32. Acknowledgements
  33. Also by Q.B. Tyler
  34. About the Author

She rolls her eyes and gets in the car as I put her luggage in the back of my Mercedes. I get in the car and as soon as I do her hands are on my dick. “Didn’t you miss me?” She grabs me through my jeans and begins to rub my dick hard.

Immediately, I can feel myself turning to steel in my pants. “Of course, I did,” I say, grabbing both of her hands in mine and bringing them to my lips.

“I suggested sexy, sweaty, delicious car sex after not seeing each other for three days. Three days on top of three years because you and I both know that one night of sex was not enough after being apart for so long. You used to love fucking me in cars.”

“That was when my bed wasn’t an option. My bed is an option. A bed for you to stay in all night tonight.”

She rolls her eyes as I pull onto the highway. I can sense the tension flowing off of her and I wonder if maybe she just needs an orgasm. It’s been a long and stressful day and I know she’s a nervous flier. I look over at her and see she’s staring down at her phone looking through emails. I slide my hand across the car and onto her leg and begin stroking her gently. I can see in her periphery that she looks up from her phone and straight ahead, refusing to meet my gaze.

“Uh uh. Don’t start that shit.”

I don’t respond, as I move inwards and stroke her pussy through her leggings. I can feel the heat through the fabric and I push harder, doing my best to massage her clit.

“How bad do you want to fuck me, baby?”

“JP,” she moans as she squirms under my fingers. “So, fucking bad. I want to ride your dick so hard.”

Fuck. I shift in my seat trying to relieve the stiffness in my dick after hearing her words coupled with feeling the heat between her legs. “Take off your leggings.”

“What?”

“Take off your leggings, Whitney. Don’t make me tell you again.”

“Why?”

I pull my eyes away from the road. “Because I’m going to finger your pussy, and I can’t believe you didn’t know where I was going with this.”

“I did. I wanted to hear you say it.” She slides her leggings and panties down her legs and lifts her shirt, exposing her cunt. She’s already wet and I groan as her scent permeates the air. I lick my lips wishing I was about to put my mouth between her legs instead of my fingers.