I grin and drop to my knees. Pull her hips to my face and, unable to help myself, lean in to kiss her mound. Her clit. I flick my tongue against her, over her hot pussy, red from the pounding it just took. I lick her and suck her, tasting our juices mingled in her sweet pussy, and then I flick my tongue over her clit, again and again, until her head falls back against the wall and she lets out a wail of pleasure, echoing in the high-ceilinged room.
I will never tire of making my wife cry out in pleasure like that. I’ll never get tired of Dee, period. I love her, now and forever.
18
Dee
Six Months Later
We speed along the test track. Well. I speed along, and Jasper whoops in appreciation from the passenger side seat. It’s my turn to take our latest model out for a spin—one that I helped design. I worked my way up into the design element of the internship all on my own, I might add, with no special recommendations from the boss. Aside from the stellar letter of recommendation Greg wrote me (since we figured a letter from my own husband would look a little strange on an application), which landed me a position in a top university right here in town.
Not only will I be able to keep interning at Quint Motors, but I’ll finally be able to start pursuing the degree that will grant me the qualifications to work here full-time as soon as I graduate.
Who says you can’t mix business and pleasure?
Right now, it feels like the two are pretty in sync, as I floor the gas and whip toward the corner of the track.
“Careful at this part,” Jasper warns me, but it’s habit—we’ve been through this so many times, in so many models of cars. He knows I can handle myself behind the wheel at this point. We both can.
Still, I take extra care, today of all days, when I round the corner. I’ve got some surprises up my sleeve for my husband today, after all.
It’s been six months since our whirlwind wedding. Since we returned from the trip on which we were supposed to pretend to be husband and wife as actual husband and wife. And since that day, my love for Jasper has only grown, every single moment we spend together. He’s every bit the supportive husband I could ask for, and my biggest cheerleader. Not to mention his family has adopted me as one of their own, taking it upon themselves to include me in more family group chats than I can handle, and inviting me to every family event and gathering they’ve had since their big Greece reunion—the one that turned into our surprise wedding celebration halfway through.
The one thing we haven’t gotten yet, however, is the start to a family of our own. We’ve been trying, ever since our wedding night, but sometimes these things take time.
“There’s no rush,” Jasper is always reminding me. “We have the rest of our lives for this.” But I notice the way he watches his little cousins, the longing expression he gets in his eye whenever he holds Sofia’s youngest in his arms. She’s only a few months old now, and cute as can be. Getting to the fussy stage, but at least for now we can pass her back.
Pretty soon, we won’t be able to do that. But the funny thing is, I’m more than excited enough for that moment to arrive.
We speed around the corner of the test track, and I head for another loop. That’s when Jasper notices. “Hey, where are the pit crew?” he asks.
“I gave them an early lunch. Told them not to bother us the rest of the day,” I say, momentarily trailing off as I maneuver through one particularly tricky part of the track.
When I’m back on a straightaway, I turn to see my husband watching me with a tilt to his head, suspicion dawning in his eyes. “Why did you do that?”
I grin, mischief flooding my face. I can never keep a secret from Jasper for long, damn him. “I figured we could have some fun,” I say, to cover up the whole story. In reality, my whole body is already buzzing with excitement at what’s going to happen today. How everything will change.
“Oh really.” Jasper’s voice drops low and suggestive. “What sort of… fun?”
“Well. You and I both love cars,” I point out.
“We did establish that day one.” He smirks.
I shift gears and speed off the side of the track toward the pull-off. I skid to a halt there and then throw the car in park. There’s nobody else in the test track room—I cordoned the whole thing off. Blocked it in the calendar as reserved for a private testing event, and sent the rest of the staff home early. It’s just us here. Me, Jasper, and the sexy new car I helped his team design.
“And yet, we’ve never fooled around in one,” I say, head tilted in mock shock. “I wonder why that is.”
“Fooled around?” He smirks. “What are we, teenagers?”
“Okay.” I lock eyes with him. Start to climb over into the passenger side seat. “We’ve never fucked in a car, Jasper. Much less a car I helped design. A car your company produced and built. A car I just tore through this test track driving. Don’t you think we’re missing out on a golden opportunity?”
By the time I reach his side of the car and straddle his lap, I can tell he agrees by the thick bulge in his jeans, pressing through his pants and against my crotch.
He reaches down for the pencil skirt I’m wearing. “Hmm, you make some excellent points there, Mrs. Quint. I think we need to see what we can do about rectifying this situation.” With that, he pushes the skirt up around my waist…
Only to find I’m not wearing anything beneath.
His eyebrows shoot up, and his mouth curls in pleasure. “Did you go all day without panties, Mrs. Quint?”
I catch his eye, lift one brow. “I did indeed, Mr. Quint.”
“You’re a dirty girl.” He grabs my waist and pulls me down on top of him, the press of his cock digging against my bare pussy through his pants. Then he reaches between my legs, making sure to graze my clit with his thumb along the way, and undoes the zipper of his pants.
“I’m your dirty girl,” I clarify, leaning in to trail my tongue up the side of his neck. “And today I don’t want to just drive this car. I want to take my husband for a test drive too.”
He pulls out his thick cock, and just like every time I see it, I inhale, sharp, my belly tensing with want. He’s so big. I love looking at him, feeling him.
I reach down to catch him, stroking his velvety length with both hands so I can cup him tight enough to make him suck in that sharp little breath between his teeth, the way I love making him do… But he catches my wrists and pulls them back. Pins them behind me in one hand, so I’m straddling him with my hands behind my back.
“You know what I like best about having you on top of me?” Jasper asks. With his other hand, he pushes my shirt up. Frees my breasts from my bra, one after the other, and leans in to bite and suck at my nipples until I cry out faintly, both nipples hard at his touch. Then he pulls me back again, and reaches down to grip his cock instead. “I love watching you ride my fat cock.”
He positions me over his tip, and eases me down against him, until the spongy tip of his cock spreads my pussy lips and pauses at my entrance, poised there, waiting. He circles his cock against me, teasing. I can feel myself getting wetter, and my clit positively throbs with desire.
“Let me ride you, Jasper.”
“Not yet.” He arches a brow. “First, I want to know what we’re really doing here.”
I suck in another breath. Damn. He knows me too well. “What do you mean?” I try to keep my voice light, even. “I wanted to fuck you out here, Jasper.”
“I know.” He grins, a dark, playful slash. “And I’ll fuck you, Dee. But first, you tell me what else you’re hiding. You didn’t tell all the employees to go home just for this, did you? Because…” He reaches down to stroke my clit with one thumb, slow and circular, the motion driving me wild.
I buck against him, but he’s still holding my hands behind my back, both my wrists in one of his hands, making it impossible for me to go far.
“That would be very naughty indeed, wife.” Then, without warning, he stops. Stops stroking my clit, and ea
ses away from me so the tip of his cock isn’t pressed against my entrance anymore.
“Okay,” I pant, capitulating. “Okay, I wanted to surprise you, after the hooking up… But…” His thumb glides back to my clit and I let out a faint little groan of pleasure. “But I’ll show you now.” I twist one hand in his, and arch a brow. He releases me, and I sit up, just far enough to reach behind me to the glove compartment. I pop it, and withdraw the gift-wrapped, slender box I hid in there.
“For you, husband.” I pass it to him with a grin.
He arches a brow at me, clearly confused. Then he undoes the ribbon around the package, and peels it open. Inside is a simple white stick. But that stick makes his eyebrows shoot up and his jaw drop. “Is this…?” He picks it up. Turns it over.
On the other side of the stick is a little red plus sign. “Oh my God,” he whispers.