She didn’t take the keys.
“Take ’em,” I insisted.
“Are yousure?” she asked, her brow furrowing.
“Absolutely. It’s yours,” I assured her. “Honestly, I hate the idea that you’re up there with no way to get around but taxis and asking people for rides and shit. Iwantyou to be able to get around, to have your freedom.”
Touched, she allowed a fond smile to grace her lips. “Thank you, Dakota. You have no idea how much that means to me.” She took the keys. “You’re such an amazing man.”
“Don’t mention it, babe,” I said. “Besides, you look incredibly sexy in that car.”
“I do?” she asked, surprise in her voice.
“Are you kidding? A hot Italian babe behind the wheel of an S-Class? Ohhellyeah, you do!”
She giggled, climbed into my lap, and planted a long and juicy kiss on my lips.
“Bad news, Dakota,” she said playfully.
“Oh no. Ihatebad news,” I said. I tightly gripped her ass with both hands and held her near. “What is it?”
“My first class is at eight in the morning tomorrow,” she said, a pout on her lips.
“And why is that bad news?”
“Because it’s a nine-hour drive to Stanford,” she said.
“Oh. Shit.” I gulped, looking at the clock. If she left right now and drove the whole way without stopping, she’d be getting in at four in the morning—which wasmaybeenough time to have a little cat nap before class.
“I guess you’d better get going, huh,” I said, a sinking in my heart.
“Mm-hm. Which means we’ve only got a few more minutes together,” she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. “How would you like to spend them?”
She walked her nails down my chest, a seductive tease that made my cock begin to swell.
“Ottavia …?” I groaned, trying to keep my composure.
A mischievousness glimmered in her eyes. “Yes?”
“If you need to leave … you’re playing with fire,” I managed to croak, my throat tight.
“Playing with fire, am I?” She giggled and bit her lip. “Ohhh noooo. Playing with fire soundsveryunsafe. What if I get burned—”
Before she could finish, I swiftly lifted her off my lap and flipped her over. In the blink of an eye, I was between her legs. She let out a delighted squeal, awed by my show of strength. She surrendered her jeans to me, and her panties right after.
I quickly threw off my own jeans and underwear. My hefty cock throbbed with desire, wanting her glistening folds.
“Hurry,” she whispered as I spread her legs and mounted her. “We only have time for a quickie.”
She was so wet, my cock glided right into her tight walls. We both made sounds of pleasure as I rocked and swiveled into her, widening her with my girth.
“God, I love you,” I whispered when my hips ground to a halt.
“I loveyou,” she moaned.
Our lips locked, and Ottavia pushed against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Up against the clock, we made love on the couch—hard, fast, dirty love—scandalizing the poor fish one last time.
Untilnexttime Ottavia comes to town, that is.
