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As soon as I get far enough from the main routes to be relatively sure we won’t be interrupted, I pull over to the shoulder and park.

Reaching down the side of my seat, I finger the button to glide my seat back to give us more room. When I’ve added a solid six inches between me and the steering wheel, I lean my head back against the headrest.

“That’s incredible, wildcat. Yeah, don’t worry about being rough.” As her teeth score my skin, I fist my fingers into the lengths of her hair and fight the urge to thrust.

From the moment she looked into my eyes and told me she loved me, I’ve been unhinged. I was going to tell her once things settled down, but as always, Laine surprised me. “That’s perfect. Fuck that feels good.”

Sliding my hand over her back, I reach across the seat and grab the hem of her skirt. Lifting the delicate fabric, I pull it up and expose her beautiful bottom. “Fuck me. Where are your panties?”

Her throaty chuckle vibrates around my shaft, and I’m nearly done in. I have no idea when she stripped, but as I rub my palm over the bare globes of her ass, I’m so thankful she did.

“That’s my good girl. So, so good.”

I close my eyes, lost to the sensation of Laine taking me to the back of her throat. Sensation zings to the base of my balls, building pressure as my release gains strength.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth or inside you?”

She waggles her butt and presses against my palm, so I take that as her answer.

“Okay, then get ready to be fucked because if you suck me off like that much longer, I’m going to lose control.”

It’s a shame to shift positions because I’m in my glory watching her bare ass in the air. Oh, what this woman does to me. But I wasn’t kidding when I said she’s pushing me to the limits of my control.

Leaning my seat back a bit, I breathe through her tongue licking and flicking through the slit of my crown and then, I urge her up and lift her to sit on me.

Her wet heat slides down my length and I’m swallowed up by the bliss that is Laine O’Neill’s pussy. “Sweet mother, I won’t last long.”

Laine grins, gripping the tops of my shoulders before throwing her head back and riding my cock. “I love how you fill me up. I swear, sometimes it feels like I can’t take all of you in.”

“But you do,” I gasp. “You always do.”

She leans forward, claiming my mouth as she grinds up and down. I grip her ass with both hands, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I quicken her pace.

“Tell me you love me again,” she breathes against my lips. “Tell me I’m yours and then fill me.”

Och, this woman.

“Yes, wildcat,” I gasp, barely holding on. “I love you, Laine. I love you with a possession that would scare most women. You’re mine, and I’ll never let another man touch you.”

She cries out as her orgasm hits, and she shatters in my lap. I’m right there with her, my release streaming out of me as I thrust my hips, and my breath is torn from my chest. “Fuck, Laine!”

The truck is filled with the breathy pants of the two of us coming down from our frenzy. Laine collapses against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. “I swear you steal more of my soul every time we’re together, luv.”

She sits up and nips my bottom lip. “I’d just like to point out that you were screaming out my name just now.”

I laugh, hearing the teasing in her voice. “Aye, you’re right. I definitely was.”

CHAPTER FORTY

Laine

The next week passes in a glorious haze of orgasms and family moments as I become more integrated in Tag’s life. How did I ever think I could walk away from this man? If I even try to imagine my life without him now, it’s impossible.

Tag Quinn is my life.

And being part of his life is my life.

As a criminal defense lawyer, the transition into Tag’s world has been strangely harmonious. Each day, I find myself absorbing the complexities of his operations, offering insights where my legal expertise aligns with the gritty realities of his business.

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