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“Shhh,” she says, not looking up from my hard-on straining at the denim fabric. I can hear the smirk in her voice when she says, “I’d rather go down. It’s your turn, after all.” My dick pops free once she lowers the zipper and that delectable pillow-soft mouth of hers widens, along with her eyes.
“You sure this is just nine inches?”
“Uh, well…” A nervous laugh escapes me, only to turn into a groan when Campbell licks her lips.
Any fight I had about doing this in the car is gone, especially when her thumb circles the top of my dick, spreading the bead of moisture over the sensitive tip.
Leisurely, as if she can’t tell I’m about to start thrusting my dick in her hand for some small amount of relief, she lowers her head. A hiss escapes my clenched jaw at the first touch of her lips against my cock. At odds with the emotions raging beneath my skin, I gently place my hands on her head, sifting my fingers through her hair, needing more connection to this woman.
“Mmm-mmm,” she hums, the tingle of her voice traveling down my cock to the base of my balls.
I fight the urge to thrust, but my ass can’t help clenching in time to her movements as she begins to bob, her hand encircling what she can’t fit into her mouth.
She starts off gently, light tugs with every suck on my dick. But soon her pulls are harder, deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in my head while I let the sensations wash over me. Fuck me, I’ve never had better in my life.
It isn’t because she’s giving me head in the car where anyone passing by might see us. It isn’t even her skills, necessarily, although, wow, just wow. It’s her. Campbell. Her intellect, her sass, her goddamn cowboy boots with birds on them. In just a few short weeks, she’s fucking ruined me, and I—
“Fuck, I’m coming.” I try to pull her up, but she fights the grip I have on her hair, sucking harder, going deeper. The sounds I make aren’t human as I shoot my orgasm down her throat.
An hour passes.
Okay, maybe a minute.
Lazily, my brain comes back to functioning order, and I open my eyes. I shift my head on the headrest to look at the woman who is slowly breaking me down in the best possible way. Her brown eyes look black in the dim light of the parking garage, large pools of midnight. Her bottom lip is being worried by her teeth, so I raise my hand to once again rub my thumb over it. The contact has my dick twitching, even as it lays worn out on my thigh.
The dude better get his shit together; we aren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
Headlights illuminate the car for a brief moment as someone drives past my parking space. Campbell ducks her head, and I’d be willing to bet my shares in Moore’s that her fair skin is pink right now.
Knowing she must be uncomfortable, I lift my hips and tuck myself back into my jeans and get out of the car. I’m slower than normal, my muscles sluggish from an epic orgasm. By the time I round the back to open Campbell’s door, she’s already out, standing next to it.
Not meeting my eyes, she says, “I can just get a cab from here.”
Oh no. This will not do.
I tilt her face up to mine by her chin. “Hey, boss lady, none of that. I’ve got plans on how to return the favor.”
“Having trouble counting, are we?” she asks, laughing nervously. “One for you and one for me. No return needed.” She may be meeting my eyes, but I can still sense a distance. A distance I don’t like.
Dropping my hands from her face, I lean into her and trace my lips up her neck. “I may not be from the South, but I still like to consider myself a gentleman,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “I’m pretty sure the going market rate is at least two female to every one male orgasm.” I gently bite her earlobe, making her gasp before sucking the hurt away and moving toward her mouth. “And a Moore always pays his debts.”
Tenderly, I touch my mouth to hers. It’s completely different from any of our previous kisses. I want her to know there is more to this than sex. More than just scratching an itch or notching our respective bedposts. I want to woo her, charm her, romance her. I pull back to tell her that, but I’m momentarily transfixed by the ardent look on her face, her eyes still closed, savoring our kiss.
Before her eyes open, a slow grin lifts the corners of her mouth, making me all that more dumbfounded by her beauty.
“Okay then, boss man. Let’s go get you out of debt.” She steps around me and saunters over to the elevator, expecting me to follow.
I do, but not because she expects it. She doesn’t understand—hell, I don’t even understand. But I don’t need to make sense of everything going on between us to know I’d follow her anywhere.
* * *
Bell
Focusing on the shiny elevator doors, I put one booted foot in front of the other and try to calm down.
Road head? What am I, eighteen?
In the moment it felt right, but in the light of oncoming headlights, I panicked.
