‘Never what?’ He gave her a puzzled grin.
She sat back, shut her eyes and let herself flop against the leather.
‘Nothing. Don’t worry. God. You’re evil.’
‘I know. But I’m good as well, eh?’ He nibbled at her earlobe, then moved down to her neck. ‘Like you. My good girl. Doing as she’s told. Thought you deserved a little reward.’
She opened her eyes again.
‘And what about you?’ she asked, looking pointedly at his bulging crotch. ‘That looks uncomfortable.’
‘It is,’ he said. ‘Perhaps you might want to . . . give me a ha
nd?’
She didn’t need asking twice. She released the protrusion from its close confines inside his jeans and gave it all the loving attention her hands could provide, using some hand cream to enhance his pleasure. The car park, the motorway services, the entire world fell away as she devoted herself wholeheartedly to making him feel as he had made her feel. He half-climbed over her, burying his face in her neck, and when his climax came he spurted himself over her bared thighs and pussy, sighing low and long.
‘What a mess,’ hissed Jenna, fumbling in her bag for some tissues.
‘Who cares?’ drawled Jason, sounding half-asleep and fully blissful. ‘Gorgeous. You’re gorgeous. I love you.’
Her minor irritation faded and she kissed him, delicately removing him from where he clung so that she could get at the creamy residue on her skin.
‘I love you too,’ she said. ‘But I really think we should have waited until we were in the hotel. I hope nobody caught any of that.’
‘You’re paranoid,’ said Jason with a yawn. ‘Why would they? The windows are tinted out. It’s completely private.’
‘I hope you’re right. Damn, there’s some on my skirt.’
‘Take it off then,’ he said with a wink.
‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not driving to London naked from the waist down.’
‘I’ll drive. You stay there.’
‘Can you even drive? Do you have a licence?’
‘Yeah.’
‘On you?’
‘No.’
‘Well then.’
‘It’s with a load of gear I have to pick up from Mum’s. I have got one though.’
‘Yes, but you can’t actually drive without it to hand. So there goes that plan. Anyway, how long is it since you drove?’
‘Dunno. Couple of years.’
‘Did you ever have a car?’
‘Not one of my own, no.’ He took a tissue and helped Jenna finish off the cleaning operation.
‘Well, if all this works out, I daresay you can have one.’
He shook his head, looking a bit disgruntled.