Emma Hillman

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back until it brushed her ass. “Not yet anyway. Whose car is this?”

    “It’s mine.”

    “What about your other one?”

    “Oh, I always use the SUV when I do my shopping. Why?”

    “Just curious.”

    “Are you gonna let me up now?”

    “Mmm. No.”

    “Kevin!”

    “Did you find those insurance papers?”

    “Yes,” she sighed as she settled herself on her outstretched hands. This was starting to get uncomfortable. She just didn’t want to know how it looked like from behind!

    “Where were they?”

    “In this car.”

    “Did you know that at the time?”

    “Well, uh…” Her voice trailed.

    “You knew, didn’t you? You made me go into your house, knowing fully well where you’d left them.”

    “No, of course not.” She’d only remembered when she’d been making him a snack.

    “Babe,” he growled, “You lied to me!”

    “And?” She pushed once again but he was still holding her down. “Fuck.” Her voice sounded more like a moan that anything else and he noticed.

    “What’s going on?”

    “What?” She closed her eyes, trying to forget about the last time he’d been holding her down. “Kevin, please let me up before I do something stupid.”

    “Like what?” He sounded almost curious.

    “Like remind you of the last time I was bent over and you were behind me.”

    His fingers tensed on her back then he swore, “Fuck, you had to say that!”

    “You’re the one holding me!”

    “And? We just had sex!”

    “Oh for pity’s sake!” She saw red. “I was the one putting away my shopping when you just happened to pop by and-“

    He cut her off, “You were bending over and I’d forbidden you to do it!”

    “Who are you to forbid me anything?” She nearly yelled back.

    “That’s it.” He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. “Let’s go.”

    She didn’t even react when he pushed her to the rear door and forced her inside. She watched in silence as he shut the trunk and joined her on the backseat. “Come here,” he said just before he dragged her closer. “You drive me crazy, you know.”

    “You’ve already said that.”

    “But it’s true.” Pulling on the hem of her top, he sent it flying to another part of the car before his eyes fell on her chest. “Nice.” He traced the scalloped edges of her bra, her nipples hardening on contact.

    “Kevin?” She grabbed his hands and stopped them before they moved further.

    “What’s wrong?” He looked up, clearly annoyed she’d stopped him.

    “We can’t do this here. The windows aren’t tinted for one and-“

    “It’s nighttime babe and I’m sure no one’s gonna look inside your car.”

    “How do you know? You can’t know that! What if-“

    He pulled on her nape until their mouths merged into a hard kiss. He broke away seconds later and dragged her bra down. Her breasts popped out and he let out a growl. He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until he and the sensation he was creating were the only thing left in her entire world. She raked her hands in his hair, forgetting what she’d been trying to say.

    “I’ve missed those,” he murmured as he swapped sides and bit her other nipple.

    She yelped then asked when his statement finally made sense in her head, “You have?”

    “Yeah.” His hands glided down to her waist then pulled up her skirt. “Missing something?”

    “You left with my panties!” She remembered she’d been mad about that too.

    “I sure did.” His fingers parted her and he sighed, “Fuck, you’re wet again. Are you always like this or is it just for me?”

    She leaned back against the seat, “Just for you.”

    “Really?”

    She nodded, her eyes closed. “You’re my fantasy, Kevin.”

    “But this is real.”

    “I know,” she groaned, clearly too out of it to keep on with this conversation.

    “I want you to ride me.” Kevin announced as he leaned against the backseat and stretched out his legs.
    “Come

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