“I can carry that for you,” Carl offered.
“That’s okay. I got it.”
They turned off the lights and headed out into the parking lot. That’s when she noticed that Richie had driven his classic Corvette to work.
They opened the doors, and Carl went to push the seat forward when they noticed the boxes taking up the very small backseat.
“Shit. I forgot that I told Chad he could put the mugs for the firehouse event in here. We’re supposed to help set up on Friday.”
Juliet turned to look at the building.
“I can see if Susanna is ready to go.”
“No, don’t be silly. We can fit in the front together.” Carl pressed the lever on the seat to push it back as far as the boxes would allow. It made a little more room, but now she would be sitting on Carl’s lap. That would kill her resolve.
“Come on and get in,” Richie stated firmly, and she waited for Carl to get into the seat. He took her bag and placed it in the back with the boxes.
She held her skirt as she maneuvered between Carl’s long, rock-solid thighs. She thought she would die at the sensation of how hard and muscular they felt.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, and she felt his erection stick into her spine.
“Sorry, baby,” he whispered against her ear.
He reached for the door and closed it.
“Lean back, baby, and I’ll hold you. I don’t think the seat belt is an option.”
Juliet tried to remain calm, but now she was stuck in a very enclosed space with two men that knew how to make her body react to them.
She adjusted her hips and tried shifting onto Carl’s lap, but it was no use. She had to remain leaning back against him with her head resting on his upper shoulder.
She jerked a moment when she felt Carl’s la
rge, warm hand press against her belly. His arm was over her breast, and she was immediately on fire.
“You okay?” Richie asked, and she nodded.
It was silent a few moments until Carl moved his head to the side so he could look at her face.
“I missed you today.”
She lifted up in time for him to press his lips against her own. His free hand came up and held her throat and face so he could gain better access with his tongue. He was kissing her with gusto, and she fell into the groove of his technique and the thrusting of his tongue.
His other hand roamed up over her breast, and she moaned into his mouth.
“So fucking beautiful, Juliet. Let Carl taste you, baby. Let him have this time with you,” Richie stated as he continued to drive the car. He was close to her, too. The small compartment of the car brought them intimately close.
Carl lowered her to the side slightly to gain better access to her body. Her head rested partially between his arm and the window.
He squeezed her breast then pinched her nipple.
“Oh.” She pulled from his mouth and moaned.
“So beautiful. God, baby, you’re sexy.” He kissed her chin, her neck, then lower. She felt his tongue delve between the valley, and she wanted more of his touch.
He used his free hand to press against her thigh then move up her skirt.
The reality of how fast this was going hit her as she grabbed his wrist. He had thick, muscular wrists.