Her mind was a mist of confusion, but her body remembered and responded. Her mouth softened under his and opened to let him in.
She sighed, and he grunted in response, feeling the roughness of his teeth against her own.
This wasn’t something they should be doing. She knew that. They were getting divorced. Technically, they were already broken up. All that was left was this one last mission, one last favor she’d been forced to grant.
She’d given in, and she was here. That was as far as it went.
But Nathanael had already begun moving his hands down over her body, pausing to caress her breasts through the fabric of her top, then down past her waist to her skirt. Hands up her skirt, grasping at her panties. Which were large, pastel-colored cotton, that came six in a box at a department store. She’d bought them in a fit of pique after he’d dropped comments about her tiny tangas. Now she regretted them. Not even her mother would wear anything this ugly.
But he yanked them down and dropped them on the floor without even looking at them, and then his hand slid between her legs, fingers knowing their way. She looked around them in horror. The sun hadn’t even gone down yet, and although they were parked a bit away from the main parking area, there were still people moving about, families packing up after their picnics and fishing trips.
She’d hate to see the headlines in the local paper if they got caught right now! “Nathanael…”
“Shhhh.” He lowered his head between her legs, and without even realizing it, she angled her body in the seat to allow him better access to her, leaning against the passenger door and praying to God it was locked.
His tongue began flicking at her, licking at her, and at once she was warm and wet. Irritating. No matter how mad she was at him, he still knew how to push her buttons. Her body still always took his side over hers, like the traitor bitch it was. Nathanael’s touch always came first, before anything her conscious, rational mind could say.
As his tongue began to sweep between her legs, delving ever deeper, her breath began to come faster, catching on itself. She could feel her own hot fluids beginning to pour out, released at last after weeks of drought.
His hands were filled with her ass cheeks as he held her steady, captive and feeding greedily. She heard her breath come in sharp puffs as she rose to meet him, rotating her hips, pushing back, grinding back.
Wanting all. Taking all.
Knowing that this was wrong, and damn stupid because they were not a couple anymore. Married only on paper. There was nothing left to save, nothing to look forward to.
It was over. Four years of marriage down the drain.
And her conniving, sneaky, duplicitous body whispered, just one more.Just one teeny tiny orgasm, and I’ll be satisfied. You won’t hear another peep out of me.
She wanted to tell her body to shut up, back off, say no, but what he was doing felt so, so good.
One more, her mind agreed grudgingly. She closed her eyes, grabbed the back of his head, and began to claim her bounty.
And then Nathanael’s goddamn phone started ringing. Loudly. The shock was so great that Shaundra jumped, banging her head painfully against the window and almost sending Nathanael sprawling onto the floor.
He lifted his eyes to hers, silently asking what she wanted him to do. Whether to continue or…
But the spell was broken. The phone jangled in the air until Nathanael snatched it up, glared at it wrathfully, silenced it and threw it hard into the back seat.
Shaundra was left there, high and dry with no satisfaction, irritable and disappointed. But at the same time, why did she feel like she’d dodged a bullet?