Hardline by Meredith Wild

that I imagined lavishing elsewhere.  
       He pulled back, catching his breath. “Let’s go in.”  
       Before he could move I had his fly unzipped, my fingers circled around his length. I kissed his neck, nipping at his skin while I stroked him from root to tip.  
       “Fuck, Erica, let’s go in. Someone’s going to walk by.”  
       I smiled against him. “And do what? Tell on us? Maybe they’ll want to watch me suck you off.” I took his earlobe in my mouth. “My lover’s had a bad day. Let me make it better.”  
       He exhaled sharply, his cock twitching in my palm. “I’m going to punish you for this later.”
       I laughed quietly. “You’re going to punish me for wanting your cock in my mouth? I think I can handle that.”
       “If a cop pulls up before I come, we’re going to redefine punishment. You might not like it. Make it fast.”  
       He lifted a fraction, his erection shifting in my grasp. My mouth watered at the promise of tasting him. I took the hint, lowered, and wrapped my lips around his hot flesh. I swiped my tongue over the head and down his shaft, lubricating my path until my mouth was filled with the throb of his erection.  
       “Fucking hell. I love your mouth.”
       I moaned. The taste and his musk overwhelmed my senses. I eased him in and out with a rhythmic pulse. With his hand fisted in my hair, I slowed, letting him take control of my movements. He tightened his hold, guiding me over his cock, forcing himself deeper, faster. I heard his hand hit the steering wheel. His hips arched, holding himself to the back of my throat and then releasing me. I drew in a sharp breath through my nose a second before he repeated the motion, challenging what I could take.  
       Once more, and with a strangled cry, his muscles jumped. Curses filled the air around us. A warm gush flooded my mouth. I finished him, swallowing the evidence of his release until he was clean. He pulled me off abruptly, his head thrown back on the seat rest.  
       “You’re killing me.”  
       “I know the feeling,” I breathed, writhing with need now.
       He turned his head, gazing down at me. “You’re all wet, aren’t you?”
       I shifted slightly, the rub of my thighs together doing little to ease the ache there. “Yes, and I’m willing to beg you to do something about it.”  
       He trailed a finger along the low neck of my blouse, grazing the top of my breast. I bit my lip hard, the tension inside me mounting. He lifted his hand to release it with his thumb and pressed our lips together. A deep, possessive kiss, his taste lingered on my swollen lips.  
       “Touch me,” I whimpered.  
       “I want to, believe me. But as soon as I sink my fingers into your pussy, I’m never going to be able to get out of this car without fucking you. You might want the world to know I’m fucking you straight out of your mind, but if I’m going to jail, I’d like it to be a little more notable.”  
       “Where’s your sense of adventure,” I teased. I kissed him hard, too wound up for my own good. “I can’t wait.”
       “Trust me, you can wait, and you will wait. You’ll wait even longer if you don’t get your ass inside now,” he growled. “This car’s not big enough for all the things I’m going to do to you.”

CHAPTER SIX

    The sun set over the curve of the horizon as the plane made its way east. I leaned against Blake, tired from my day. I was grateful for the weekend, even if it meant travel and more work. I would have rather enjoyed another break on the Vineyard, but I’d take what I could get.  
       “We should talk about all this wedding stuff. If I have to sit through another inquisition with Alli I’m going to lose my mind.”
       He smiled. “She’s probably giving Heath a heart attack.”  
       I stayed quiet, not wanting to hint that maybe marriage plans weren’t so terribly far away for the couple. Heath still had