“Oh my God, oh my God,” she breathed, circling her hips over his.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are,” he growled, his hands pushing her knees wider. “Tell me it’s all for me. Tell me I’m the one who soaked your panties.”

“It’s for you.” Story gasped as he shifted to the side, digging a foil packet from his pocket, prodding her with his stiffness in the perfect spot. When Daniel sank back down into the seat, she watched as he ripped the packet and rolled the condom over his length in one easy movement, breath harshening as his hot gaze dipped between her thighs. His hands went to the hem of her tank top, tugging it over her head to drop on the seat beside them.

“Take off your bra and offer your br**sts to me. Like I’ve been dreaming about.”

A thrill racing over her skin, Story unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Letting the material slide down her arms, she gloried in Daniel’s deep groan of approval. His hand edged across his stomach to grasp his erection at the base to stroke upward, eyes on her br**sts as he did so.

“Touch them. Put those pretty pink ni**les in my mouth.”

She slid her hands over her rib cage and cupped the soft mounds, lightly pinching her ni**les before leaning forward toward Daniel. Before she could slide the puckered tip between his lips, his tongue licked out and sucked it into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he savored her. She felt the answering jolt between her legs, whimpering at the sight of him stroking himself while he suckled her.

His other hand slipped between their bodies to cup her. Story sobbed at the exquisite pressure, pressing herself into his palm. Curling his fingers around the edge of her panties, Daniel ripped the material free, removing the final barrier between them. Guiding her hips forward, he positioned himself against her opening and finally, she slid down onto his erection. Their simultaneous moans echoed through the car.

Tugging her face down to his, he spoke gruffly against her lips. “Do you feel that, gorgeous? I keep my c**k hot and hard for you. Only you. Any time you want it, you just crawl right onto my lap and take what you need.”

“I need it now.” Unable to wait any longer, Story began to move, gripping the top of the seat and riding Daniel with quick, bucking movements of her hips. His hands gripped her ass, urging her to move faster until she was no longer conscious of anything but the building tension inside of her. Daniel alternated between licking her br**sts and tracing hot, sucking kisses up and down her neck, driving her need for release higher, more desperate.

Then they heard voices. At least three men, laughing and joking outside the car. Underneath her, Daniel tensed, cursing. Story’s movements slowed, but didn’t stop completely. Oblivion within reach, she couldn’t stop now if she wanted to.

He gripped the hair at her nape, forcing her feverish eyes to meet his eyes. “I know you can’t stop, baby. I don’t want you to, either. You feel so goddamn perfect. But you need to be very quiet for me. If you need to scream, bite my shoulder instead. Just don’t make a sound.”

She bit her lip and nodded, increasing her pace once more. The voices traveled closer until Story realized they stood right outside the window, with their backs to Daniel’s car, waiting for their friend to unlock the van. Daniel’s car windows were tinted. Combined with the night’s darkness and lack of lighting in the parking lot, they wouldn’t be able to see them unless they peered directly into the window. Which they likely wouldn’t do. Unless she made a noise.

The illicitness of their situation registered along with her excitement. She’d wanted to be bad? Well, she’d certainly gotten her wish. Having sex in a public parking lot less than five feet away from three police officers definitely counted as shameless. Locking her gaze on Daniel, she watched his eyes widen at her expression, then darken with undisguised lust.

“You want to be a naughty girl?” he whispered. “You came to the right place.”

Rising onto her knees, she turned and sat on his lap, facing the front windshield. Leaning back against his chest, she took his hands and placed them on her br**sts before slowly sinking down on him once more, inch by inch. This time, she wasn’t allowed to moan her pleasure, and the restriction only ramped up the powerful ache. She hovered so close to release that it would only take a few upward thrusts of Daniel’s hips to make her come.

His fingertips skimmed over her collarbone and neck. He hesitated for a split second before his big hand covered her mouth, preventing any sound from escaping.

“Is this okay, baby?”

Story caught of glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, eyes dark and heavy with passion, Daniel’s hand over her lips. The erotic sight made her sex clench tightly around him. Closing her eyes, she nodded vigorously.

Testing the new position, her first writhing motion shot heat straight through her. Story’s head fell back and Daniel’s hand swallowed her whimper. He kissed her neck as his hips started to move with her, driving up into her body as the hand not covering her mouth played with her ni**les. She could feel Daniel’s control deserting him just as her own slipped from her grasp and he began pounding into her, gripping her hips and sliding her up and down on his erection, bouncing her on his lap.

Outside their car, three doors slammed, an engine started, and the van pulled away.

Story screamed his name as the orgasm rippled through her, light exploding behind her eyes. Half of what she said was drowned out by Daniel’s own hoarse cries of release as he plunged into her one final time and let himself go.

Collapsing against him, she felt his arms circle her, holding her against his chest. Unable to speak, it took long minutes before she could breathe normally.

His mouth quirked up against her ear. “Holy shit.”

She laughed, feeling incredibly liberated. “I know. Kind of makes it worth wearing a Yankees hat for the day?”

“I’ll have it surgically attached to my head if we can do that once a week.”

Raising an eyebrow, she turned her head on his chest. “Only once a week?”

“The other six days will be spent trying new things, of course.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “That’s fair.”

He fell silent for a minute and she sensed a change in his mood. Reaching down, she took one of his hands in hers, squeezing it. His lips brushed over her shoulder.

“Story, what I said earlier. There’s no excuse.” He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “I can’t force you to belong to me.”

Something shifted in her chest at the desolation in his voice. Her heart rebelled fiercely at the thought of him harboring guilt or sadness over anything that happened between them. He’d just freed something inside her she hadn’t known existed, and there wasn’t room for anything else. She wanted him here in this moment with her, happy. She just wanted him happy.

The intensity of her feelings rattled her a little. How unlikely was it that days after being dumped by her fiancé, she would find someone who could pluck anger, sadness, lust, and joy from her at will? Did the poor timing make it any less real? This being her first breakup, maybe she was simply rebounding but couldn’t recognize her impulsive behavior for what it was? Banishing the troubling notion, she turned in his lap and tucked her head under his neck. She didn’t speak, just let him hold her, trying to keep her runaway thoughts at bay.