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As I approach, he pulls me close, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss that washes away my doubts. When we part, he steps aside, helping me into the seat with a gentle hand. Once I’m in, he rounds the car and slides into the driver's seat. I have to admit, he looks good behind the wheel. He’s like James Bond come to life, except without the misogyny.
The warning bells are sounding, but I ignore them because being here with him feels too good, too right. I’m falling for the man who is my enemy… no, I’m jumping in the deep end.
The warmth in my chest grows as Henry expertly navigates the streets of the city, skillfully maneuvering through the maze of traffic. Yep, he’s sexy. And it seems wrong that he only got to second base in a car.
I unbuckle my seatbelt.
He glances at me. “You’re not going to try and jump out, are you?”
I shake my head, running my fingers up this thigh. “Not at all.” My hand brushes over his cock, which is hard, telling me he knows what I’m up to.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He shifts in the seat, and his fingers grip the steering wheel harder.
“I’m sure you’ll protect me, Detective.” I unhook his pants, freeing his erection and stroking it, slowly, but firmly.
“Ah… fuck…” His hips rock upward. “You should be wearing your seatbelt.”
“I can’t do this with my seatbelt on.” I lean over and take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him.
Henry groans deep in his throat, his hand fisting in my hair as I begin to bob my head, taking more of him inside me. His hips start to move in time with my strokes, and I can feel him growing harder, longer.
“Lana… fuck…”
With my hand, I fondle the nuts he said he’d sacrifice to drive my car as I continue to suck and lick, taking as much of him as I can in my mouth. I’m aware this thing between us is veering into treacherous territory. I came into this with the intention of using Henry to find information about Lazaro. It was supposed to be a means to an end, nothing more. For reasons that make no sense to me, it's become so much more in such a short amount of time.
And what about Henry's goals? Is he truly interested in me, or is this all part of some elaborate plan to gather evidence against my family? He exudes authenticity. The compassion in his eyes feels real. There's something about Henry that makes me feel seen, understood in a way I haven't experienced since Lazaro disappeared. And because he does, I appear to overlook all the reasons this is complicated and dangerous. When I'm with Henry, I feel alive again. The world doesn't seem quite so dark and lonely.
The car slows to a stop. “Red light, Lana. Fucking hell, make me come…”
I grip his dick, squeezing as I stroke him and suck him at the same time.
“Yes…” He grunts, and his cum fills my mouth, thick and warm.
When I’ve sucked him dry, I sit up, feeling pretty smug. He puts his hand behind my neck and tugs me to him, kissing me hard, tasting himself on my lips.
“Buckle up, baby. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” He presses on the gas, and we zoom through the intersection.
I’m exhilarated, laughing as Henry rushes back to his apartment building. He parks and tugs me into the building. When the elevator doors close, he presses me against the wall, crushing his lips against mine. His tongue darts out, teasing my lips apart, and I give in, returning his kiss with equal vigor.
When the elevator arrives at his floor, the doors are barely open before we slip through and Henry is tugging me to his apartment. He presses me against the door, kissing me again as he fumbles with the key.
The door opens, and we stumble in, and he kicks the door shut. Henry’s smile is slow and sinful as he takes my hand and leads me to his room.
I don’t have time to take it in before he’s claiming my mouth again, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as his fingers pull down the zipper of my dress.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I want him. Need him. It’s like my life depends on it. A frenzied hunger courses through my veins.
He pulls away, his eyes filled with wild heat. “I’m going to show you how a bed is so much better than a car.”
“Promises, promises.”
His smile is wicked. “Buckle up.” He pushes my dress off my shoulders, and it pools around my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but my lacy black bra and panties.
“Your body is a man’s wet dream come to life,” he says as he brushes the back of his fingers over the swells of my breasts.
“Oh… Detective Boy Scout likes dirty talk.”
“Do you like it?” His fingers unclasp the front of my bra.
