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“You’ve imagined me like this?” she asks breathlessly.

“I’ve been imaging you in every way I could since that night on the beach. Maybe sooner,” I tell her, picking up speed.

Still supporting her back with one arm, I take my other hand and massage her breast, my lips at her neck. My stomachmuscles are burning in this position, but it feels so fucking good I could burst right now.

“Fuck, Emmett,” she whimpers, and I catch her lips in mine again.

“Are you going to come for me, Heidi?” I ask.

She nods, her eyes pleading for me to finish the job.

Allowing her to rest back on the hood, I grab her hips again, slamming into her. I can feel the pressure build within me, and I move my hand to her clit, rolling it between my fingers.

Finally, Heidi’s eyes roll back as I feel her tighten around me, her back arching and her moan loud.

I pull out just before I come, coating her belly in my release.

“Holy shit,” Heidi says as she stares at the ceiling.

I grab her a clean cloth from one of the cabinets, wetting it at the sink before cleaning her off.

“You okay?” I ask her, helping her sit up and slide off the car.

“What the hell happened to quiet Emmett?” she asks, shocked. “I expected a lot but I wasn’t expecting the mouth on you.”

I try to hold back my smile. “You’ve woken up that part of me, Heidi. I want to be that man for you.”

She looks back at the car as she pulls her pants on one leg at a time.

“You know, I’ve always fantasized about being railed in the back of a car.”

I chuckle. “You may have to find a different dream then. I barley fit in the seat regularly. I don’t think there’s room for that.” I’m a big guy, and in an old sports car, it’s borderline uncomfortable as it is.

Heidi looks over the back seat, pulling on her shirt. “I think we could make it happen.”

41

HEIDI

Iwent home last night, but God, I have no idea why.

Mila could sense it the second I came through the door.

“Heidi fucking Flannigan, who was it?” she asks, her brown eyes wide as she looks over my disheveled state.

I thought I did well, hiding what had happened. But my clothes were creased and a little dusty from the garage floor, my pussy feels like it’s on fire, and in the good way that just feels like you’ve had far too many orgasms. The kind of pain I’ve only ever felt when I’m ovulating and left alone with my dildo.

I feel my cheeks get hot as I look down at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact at all cost.

“Oh you dirtybitch!It was Emmett wasn’t it? I swear to god if it wasn’t, I don’t know what to think. The man is an idiot. Theworst.”

“It was Emmett,” I admit shyly.

“Iknew it!He does have a soul. Thank god you guys got that out of your system,”

She tilts her head. “Why the fuck are you here tonight?”

I shrug. “I think I need to process it all.”