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“Yes, please.”
They paid their check and Merry finished off the last of her glass of wine. Clark spun her through the doorway and pulled her in close as they walked to the Jeep. “What time is it?”
Clark pulled out his phone. “A little after nine.”
“It didn’t seem that long.” While he unlocked the Jeep door, Merry leaned back against it, giggling. “I may have overdone it with that second glass.”
“That’s all right, you were having a good time, which is exactly what I wanted.”
“What about you?” she murmured, taking his tie in between her thumb and forefinger. “Did you have fun?”
He caged her in with his arms on either side of her head against the Jeep, smoothing her hair back with both hands. “This was the best night of my life, Merry. Thank you.”
She took hold of his hips and brought his body flush with hers, arching against him. “Wanna make it better?”
He groaned, resting his forehead to hers. “Merry…I think we should wait until you sober up.”
“I’m tipsy, not drunk, Clark.” She turned her head, her lips so close to his, but he held himself just out of reach. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
Clark pressed her into the side of his Jeep, crushing her mouth beneath his. Her heart flipped, the intensity of his kiss sending ripples of electricity from her mouth to her pussy. Like a roaring fire on a winter’s eve, every sweep of his tongue licked like flames along her skin, urging her closer.
When his hand moved down to her knee and climbed up the outside of her thigh, she didn’t care if someone walked by and saw them. He could take her right here, against the side of the Jeep with her skirt hiked up and her heels locked around his waist.
Clark broke away with a deep, trembling breath. “Get in the car, Merry. Please.”
He dropped his hand from her thigh and grabbed the handle, opening the door for her. She climbed inside, wriggling in the seat to ease the ache between her legs, but it only made the throbbing intensify. She was so turned on all she could think about was stripping him out of that suit and making him lose control.
Clark got in and started the car, his hand curving around her thigh as he left the Lodge parking lot. Before they even cleared the stop sign, Merry twisted in the seat and pressed lingering kisses along his neck.
“Merry…” He groaned as her hand slid over his leg and cupped his rigid cock. His grip on her thigh tightened as she rubbed him, her other hand undoing his belt buckle. “What are you doing?”
She freed the button of his slacks and pulled the zipper down slowly as her teeth grazed his ear.
“Just watch the road.”
Clark took his hand off her thigh as she stretched across the middle console, listening as his breathing grew ragged above her when she shimmied the elastic of his boxer briefs and pants down his hips, thankful that he lifted up without being asked. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she pulled him from the confines of the boxer briefs, sweeping her tongue across its head and down along the corded length.
“Fuck, Merry.”
The rough edge in his voice rushed through her like a drug as she took him all the way in, sucking him while the pulse inside her beat faster, remembering his mouth on her. His hands. They way he’d looked at her. The sounds of his pleasure urged her on, and she imagined his smile, the way he stroked her face and took her hand. Her body cradled in his arms as he carried her.
He trembled under her as he came, her name erupting from his lips like a prayer. Merry raised up slowly when Clark pulled onto their road, studying his face in the flashing Christmas lights as he pulled in front of her house. His breathing was harsh, his mouth parted, and a wave of powerful longing rolled through her, the need to be close, to touch him too much to resist. She unbuckled her seat belt and kissed him. She kissed along his jaw, his neck. When the car finally came to a stop, she curled against his shoulder as he sighed, his lips pressing against her forehead.
“That was amazing,” he said, setting his pants and belt to rights.
“I’m glad you thought so,” she murmured, flattening her palm against the front of his shirt. “Do you want to come in for dessert now?”
“I want to come in and hold you properly.”
“We can do that too,” she whispered.
Clark cupped her chin and lifted her mouth to his in a soft, chaste kiss. “Thank you.”
She giggled. “You’re thanking me for an orgasm?”
“No, I’m thanking you for everything. For caring. For saying yes.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
