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It was just shy of nine o’clock as they headed towards the church parking lot, Miranda sheltering under Simon’s umbrella. It was still raining, but it was a more moderate downpour rather than the pelting agony that had drenched her.

Though still damp, Miranda felt warm and content with the cranberry scone washed down by creamy hot chocolate. Her cookies were in her bag, destined for breakfast the next morning.

Walking in the murky twilight, Miranda longed to press closer to him. He smelled amazing, a mix of cheap soap and expensive cologne. It didn’t seem like such an outlandish idea to link her arm with his or even slip her hand into his pocket, but she didn’t.

With every step that took them closer to his car, the urge to ask him home with her became more powerful.

She didn’t care if it made her a hypocrite. She didn’t care that he’d probably take off as quickly as possible and avoid eye contact with her on the elevator if they ever met again, and she’d feel like shit for a while before the hate set in.

None of that mattered now as the rain started to come down hard again and he wrapped his arm around her waist as they ran.

She wanted Simon Reeve in bed with her.

He held the umbrella over her as she got in on the passenger side, showing that chivalry he’d spoken about even as he cursed the stream that dripped from the slope of the umbrella down the back of his neck. She shifted on the seat, the poncho and her jacket now heaped at her feet, and shivered from the absence of his body heat as he scrambled to get the umbrella into the trunk and himself into the car before he was as soaked as she had been when the evening started.

‘God damn,’ he said, shaking the droplets from hair that had already begun to curl with the moisture. Hers had gone wild as soon as it dried, and when she’d combed her fingers through it she’d enjoyed the appreciation in his eyes.

‘Do you want me to reset the navigation?’ she asked as he tapped the face of his phone.

He shook his head. ‘No, it’s still set. I just need to charge it a bit; the app sucks the battery.’

He stretched his arm past her and popped open the glove compartment. Miranda bit her lip as he came closer than ever before, arm pressed against her knee as he tugged at a tangled white cord with a charger at the end. He quickly attached it to his phone, plugged the other end into the cigarette lighter, and then leaned in to close the compartment.

Maybe if he hadn’t looked up at her she wouldn’t have kissed him. Maybe he had known she would, or planned to do it himself. Either way, as he began to straighten up again Miranda cupped his face and pressed her mouth to his.

In the half-second that followed, in the dim light from the street lamp nearby, Miranda was struck with electric-blue panic that she had made a mistake, but Simon didn’t hesitate long before returning her kiss.

There was nothing awkward about the way Simon Reeve kissed. He overtook her instantly, throwing his arm across the back of her seat and cupping her face with his other hand. She didn’t resist as he stroked the slope of her neck, or when he slipped his hand beneath the V-neckline of her shirt.

She parted her lips and, with a flick of her tongue against his, she invited him in. Everything outside the cosy interior of his car vanished as he pushed her bra-strap down and thrust his hand inside the flimsy cup.

‘Thank Christ you made the first move,’ he said against her mouth as he pinched her nipple between the joints of two fingers, ‘because I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it and risk getting ripped a second arsehole.’

‘It was all the talk about your dick,’ she joked, and reached down to check on the progress of that appendage.

Beneath the fabric of his trousers she felt soft becoming hard, and she went for his zipper.

He let go of the seat and pushed her hand away. ‘I’m still trying to be chivalrous.’

‘Fuck your chivalry, and fuck what I said earlier about not giving a handjob.’

He held her wrist tight to keep her hands off him, but his fingers pinching her hard nipple told her that it wasn’t his chivalry he was concerned with, but twisting her in knots. Worst of all was the way he watched her expression as he delivered one hot sting after another.

This time, her efforts to shake free from his grip succeeded, but she didn’t abuse his generosity by making another grab. She slipped her hands behind his neck. The bristle against her palms raised gooseflesh all over her body. She closed her eyes as he twisted his tongue around and around hers.

He drew her into the hot cavern of his mouth and Miranda moaned as he closed his lips around her tongue and sucked.

The car seemed to shrink as he turned his attention to her other breast. The novelty of being confined with him had faded, leaving in its place a need to spread herself out before him, to urge him down her body until his hot tongue eased the ache he was creating.

‘Take this off,’ he whispered, tugging the hem of her shirt, and as soon as she leaned forward to oblige he shucked it over her head.

He turned rough for just a moment, shoving her bra down past her ribs and trapping her arms in the broad straps. As he mouthed a wet trail over her chin and along her neck, Miranda twisted her fingers in his hair and fought to draw a full breath.

She expected more sting from his teeth, but his mouth was surprisingly gentle compared to his fingers. He lifted her breast and the hungry noise he made as he suckled her raced in her blood and exploded into the stifling atmosphere. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe as he teased her, harder to stay seated rather than push him back against the driver’s seat and squash herself between the steering wheel and his hard body to straddle him. She took it as long as she could, until his attention turned to the other exposed breast and completed her transformation into pure liquid heat.

She dragged his head back up and pressed her brow to his. ‘If you won’t take your cock out, then take my shorts off.’

‘There’s not a lot of room in here.’

‘Like that’s ever stopped anyone before.’

She lifted her hips, and Simon hooked shorts and panties and dragged them down to her ankles. Then she took up the best position she could manage, leaning back against the door with her feet tucked under her ass on the seat.

Simon quickly unbuttoned and unzipped, and shot her a lopsided grin in the semi-dark as he unleashed himself.

‘Don’t get too excited, I just don’t want to split my zipper.’

‘We could get in the back.’

He shook his head. ‘No, I want you just as you are.’

Clutching the headrest with one hand and the edge of the seat with the other, Miranda bit down on her moan as he tucked two fingers into his mouth and withdrew them, wet and shimmering in the orange glow.

‘Just like you are,’ he said, his voice a delicious growl as he rested his hand on her abdomen.

Miranda dug her nails into the upholstery beneath her as he slid his slick fingers over bare flesh, over the narrow triangle of hair that led the way to where she was soaked and ready.

He evaded her clit, instead sliding his thumb through the slippery valley between her swollen nether lips.

‘I’m dying to turn the overhead light on and get a good look, but I don’t want to draw any attention and get arrested for fingering you in a church parking lot.’

Whatever came next would be good, she knew, but not good enough, not until that hard thing she could see only in shadow was buried inside her wet and welcoming passage.

Keeping her hold on the headrest, she reached low and took his hand. She pushed forward and sucked his fingers into her mouth, right to the knuckle.

He moaned as she withdrew, showing him her tongue where the taste of her juices popped on her taste buds, then tucked his hand back between her legs.

‘If you won’t let me do it, at least jerk off while you’re playing with me.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

He dropped his other hand to his lap. He sucked in a deep breath, and inside her head Miranda echoed his desire for more light. She wanted to watch him stroke himself now that he was filling her with those long fingers.

A rhythm built between them, guided by the dual movements of his hands on himself and inside her. Miranda pushed up to meet the firm thrust of his fingers and held onto his solid forearm, marvelling as he seemed to send electric shivers from the tips.

‘Aren’t you worried about your fancy upholstery again?’ she asked, laughing breathlessly.

‘Which one of us is going to make the mess?’

The way he was riding her with his hand put that certainty into question. She clutched the seat back and moved as much as she could as her body became chaotic, unsure whether the root of that perfect pleasure came from his fingers rubbing her inside or his thumb rolling around and around her clitoris.

‘I didn’t hear an answer to that,’ he said.

That glorious rasping tone was just as effective as his fingers. She bit her bottom lip and answered with her body, lifting her hips to match the strumming of his thumb, but Simon loosened her tongue by unleashing a frenzy at the end of his wrist, pumping her hard and fast.

‘Let me hear it,’ he went on savagely. ‘Are you going to come for me?’

‘Yes – don’t stop.’ Miranda released his hand and slapped her palm down on the dash, but with nothing to hold onto she abandoned it and gripped the seat beneath her again. The shift gave her leverage she didn’t have before.

She wasn’t sure whether it was the car that rocked or if it was just the juddering pleasure that emanated from between her legs, and she couldn’t tell if the windows really were fogging up or if it was just the film across her eyes.

Simon went still so suddenly that Miranda wondered if she had begun to black out, but he flexed his fingers as he slowly withdrew. As he moved slightly to place his other hand on her abdomen, she dug her nails into his precious upholstery.

‘It’s a tight fit in here, but I think I can make it work,’ he mused, and the low laughter that followed told her he wasn’t talking exclusively about the car.

‘Pervert, talking about my pussy like that,’ she joked, and as he filled her up again she stretched her leg out until her foot nudged his shoulder.

She couldn’t get much of his expression in the smudge of the semi-darkness, but she felt the shift in the car, both physical and atmospheric. It became stifling, the charge warning her to hold tight as he filled her to the knuckle.

The hands that framed her pussy remained still, but his fingers went to work: inside her slick walls, curling against that sweet spot with agonising precision; outside, thumb and forefinger pinching and tugging the slick hood around her clit.

‘Get your ass off the seat and move with me,’ he egged her on.

Even as her brain processed his command, her body obeyed instantly. He’d found all her buttons in the awkward front seat of that car and he just kept hitting them again and again and again, not only turning her on but making her seismic.

He went on cooing, urging and demanding, his voice going from soft and lilting in one breath to hard in the next. She used the seat, her foot on his shoulder, and her whole body to take what he gave her until it overwhelmed her.

‘Oh – Jesus – stop,’ she hissed without meaning it as her orgasm rocked her inner walls and sent ecstatic waves throughout her entire body.

He didn’t stop rubbing her clit, not until she said it again and this time meant it, as the pleasure became too much. She released her hold on the seat and pushed his hand away from her belly.

For just a few moments she allowed herself to go limp, eyes closed and head resting on the lip where the window met the car door, but Simon’s continuing exploration kept her awake. The hand she had pushed away rested on her outstretched leg while the other kept on stroking, fingers keeping those licks of electricity pulsing outward.

She opened her eyes and covered his hand. ‘I guess I can’t bust your balls any more about the bathroom thing now that I’ve gotten off in the front seat of your car, can I?’

‘And my devious plan comes to fruition.’

He gave his hand to her, slippery fingers sliding against hers in a perfect moment of quiet. She let her leg fall to rest on his thigh, and felt his hard cock rubbing against her calf.

‘Is there enough room for me there without snapping my neck?’

He groaned and pulled away. ‘I think I need to get you home. We’ll be cutting it close as it is, I think.’

He reached around her to the phone tucked into the cup holder, and the car lit up with a disappointing bluish green.

Modesty hit her as she looked down her body. There was enough light to reveal her lewd pose: sprawled out and still throbbing before a man she barely knew.

Even though she had just come on his fingers, Miranda wasn’t quite sure she dared to pose her question until she watched him try and wrangle his hard-on back into his pants.

‘So, my sister will be out the door almost as soon as I walk in it,’ she told him as she dragged her shorts up over her legs. She didn’t look at him as she spoke, she just let her words hang in the atmosphere. ‘The baby will be asleep. If you wanted to, you could come in once Juliet takes off.’

He reached out to turn on the overhead light and gave her a wide smile as she reattached her bra. ‘Are you asking me to come home with you?’

She grinned right back at him. ‘Yeah, I am, but only because I pity you and the hard dick you just tucked back in your pants.’

‘Oh, no, I get it. It has nothing to do with all the things you could do with my hard dick.’

‘Well, a couple of things in particular spring to mind.’ She shook out her shirt and raised a brow at him. ‘You up for it?’

He switched off the light and turned the engine over. ‘I’m really going to count on you to make sure I don’t get lost this time.’