Luke looked around.
“Overthinking …”
He grumbled something and she was certain it was “contumacious.”
“Don’t worry, Dr. Jones…” she smacked his ass as he crawled in the backseat “…we’ll keep it discreet in case someone drives by. I know you have a pressed argyle sock reputation to uphold in the building.”
“We have a perfectly good bed upstairs. This makes no sense.”
She slipped off her shoes and undressed from the waist down then straddled his lap. “I have my reasons.” Smashing her hungry lips to his, she unfastened his jeans, bringing him to life the second her hand stroked him. He closed his eyes and moaned into her mouth.
Once the windows fogged over and she felt him possess her whole existence, she whispered in his ear, “Tell me you love me.”
Luke nuzzled her neck, brushing his fingertips along her bare legs. “I adore you.”
“Show me.”
He showed her, twice for good measure. Luke’s head fell back, eyes closed, sweat beaded on his brow.
She giggled, nipping at his ear lobe. “This is fate you know.”
“You think?”
“I do. We may have just conceived a child in the same backseat as you were conceived.”
Luke’s eyes popped open.
Sorry, Thelma … I had to tell him.
The End