“This little charade helped you get that account,” he points out. “I’m talking about how you are lying to yourself that we can remainjust friends. That kiss we just shared was anything butjustfriendly.”
“I was in character, just like you are.” I feel the effect of the wine making my head fuzzy, and I welcome the carefree calm it brings me.
“You keep telling yourself that,” he chuckles into his glass. A slow song comes on, and he takes our glasses and sets them on a nearby table before grabbing my hand.
“Where are we going?”
“To the dance floor. I want to dance with my wife,” he grins.
The wine effect has me giggling, and I’m suddenly finding this scenario funny. He stops and pulls me into his arms. His sandalwood and leather scent surrounds me as I wind my arm around his neck and play with his hair that I’ve been dying to touch again.
“What would you say to one more night?” His words fan my skin as he nips my earlobe with his teeth. I try to focus on his words, but I can’t think straight when he’s this close. “Afterwards, we can go back to just friends if that’s what you want. I just need to be inside you one more time,” he whispers, tracing my tattoo with his tongue. “Please,” he breathes against me. That single word is said so quietly that I almost miss the plea coming from his lips, but it has the effect on me that he wants as I consider what he’s asking.
“One more night with no strings attached?”
“Whatever you want, I promise.” I feel his heart beating in a strong rhythm against my chest as I fight the battle inside of me. The only one who will get hurt in this situation is me if I let myself fall for him. If I can keep my feelings out of it, then one more time shouldn’t matter.
“Okay,” I nod against his shirt. “One more time,” I say quietly. I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil, but somehow that excites me even more.
He quickly lets me go and pulls his phone out.
“Who are you calling?” I giggle.
“Uber. You made an appearance. We stayed and mingled to seal the deal, now it’s time to get my wife home.”
“Again with themy wife,” I laugh softly. I will take it to the grave with how much I love hearing him say that. I quickly shake off the thought and focus on keeping my emotions at bay.
“Shit, it’s a forty-minute wait,” he sighs, confirming the ride before putting his phone away. “I should have just driven,” he mutters.
“That just means we have enough time to have a few more glasses of wine,” I grin, taking his hand and leading us back to the table where our drinks are. The more drunk I am, the less I have to think about the choices I may or may not regret tomorrow.
I refill our glasses as we sit at a corner table and enjoy the band. String lights go across the patio, and with the slight breeze, it’s a beautiful night tonight. His hand finds my thigh under the table as his thumb traces lazy circles against my skin. We listen to the music and get drunk on wine and each other as the energy builds up between us, only getting stronger as each minute passes. By the time the Uber arrives, I’m more than ready to leave and return to our room.
We sneak out before anyone can stop us and climb into the backseat of the car that's waiting for us. He makes sure I’mbuckled in, but keeps his body pressed tightly against mine. Our thighs touch in the darkness as we pull away from the vineyard, and it’s like an electric current running through my veins.
His hand finds the slit of my dress as he grips my thigh again. This time, though, he skims along my skin until I feel him close to my center. I press my legs together to keep him from going further, and I hear him softly chuckle in the dark beside me.
Leaning close to my ear, I feel his breath warm my skin. “Be a good girl and spread those legs for me,” he whispers so only I can hear. “You know there’s a part of you that wants this. To feel the excitement of doing something you know you shouldn’t be doing, but doing it anyway because you can.” He kisses my neck, and his tongue swipes along my skin.
My legs open on their own accord, and I feel him grin against me. “There’s my naughty girl who wants to play.”
My heart is pounding like a rabbit that is about to be eaten by a wolf. I glance at the driver as he’s humming along, oblivious to what’s going on two feet behind him. We are in the backwoods still, and the only light is the dim glow of the dashboard.
I feel his hand skim my panties before they are pushed to the side. He’s knuckle-deep in two seconds flat as I bite back a moan and close my eyes.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he quietly moans against my ear. “Does it excite you that my fingers are deep inside you and he’s right there with no clue that you are about to cum all over my hand in his backseat?”
I shake my head quickly, knowing it’s going to be impossible not to make a sound and give away what we are doing back here. There has to be some law we are breaking. I’m sure climaxing in the backseat of your Uber driver’s car is one of them.
“Now that I’m in your pussy again, I’m not leaving until youcum.” His fingers go deeper, and I grip the leather seat in a fight to remain quiet.
The wine has me so relaxed and horny that I’m almost to the point of not caring and just letting go. That will teach Miles not to put me in this situation again.
“Do you mind turning the music up?” I hear him say through my sex-induced haze. “My wife and I love this song.”
“No problem. It’s one of my favorites, too.”
He cranks it up, and the music drowns out his fingers pumping harder into me. His thumb presses on my swollen clit, and I’m teetering on the edge when I hear his voice in my ear.
