“You have an assignment for next time,” she said.

“Are you promising more car sex?”

Monica maneuvered her arms free from her dress before running her hand over his cheek. His skin felt soft and textured. “I’m not making any promises.”

“You will after I get through with you.” He reached behind her and, with a quick snap, unhooked her bra. He slid that off her too, and tossed it into the backseat with his shirt.

Monica’s nipples puckered when the cool air hit them. She was really doing this—getting naked, fucking Cal on the side of the road. Another car could drive over that hill. She’d be all too visible to a pair of headlights. That possibility was as titillating as it was terrifying. Monica’s level of arousal increased at the thought of getting caught.

Cal used his thumb to barely glance across her breasts, making her shiver. She felt confident and sexy with him. Cal encouraged Monica to be herself. When was the last time she’d felt that way, this wild and free?

Using the tips of his fingers, Cal very gently skated over her breasts, from the top to the underside. He repeated the action, and with each pass, Monica grew more sensitive. It almost tickled, but not quite.

“Cal.” Aimlessly, Monica’s hands wandered over his. She wished he’d pinch her tits, massage them, anything but this light touch. It was driving her crazy. “Harder.”

“Like this?” He scarcely increased the pressure.

“No.”

He took his hand from one breast and stuck his finger in his mouth. He daubed around her nipple before pinching it, then blew over it lightly. That chilly air meeting her damp skin was delicious torture. “Is that what you had in mind?”

“You’re getting closer.”

Cupping both breasts, Cal squeezed them together and flicked the aching points. “Better?”

“Rougher.”

“Oh, Miss Prim likes it rough, does she?” With his thumbs and forefingers, Cal pinched hard, tugging on her nipples until they were distended and puffy. It nearly hurt. It felt so good.

“Yes.” Dropping her head back, Monica grabbed his wrists. With every twist, a hot spark of desire shot straight to her pussy. Her level of arousal was almost unbearable. Monica was wet for him. Throbbing. Empty. The desert wind whipped around the car, causing it to shudder. She shuddered right along with it.

Monica hadn’t realized how much she’d needed this—to feel attractive, seductive. Sex had been more of a habit than an exciting adventure over the last year. With Cal, she was on the ride of her life and enjoying every second.

“Calum.” Once again, she ground herself against his dick. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, wanted to feel him stroking inside her.

Bending down, she nipped his chin.

“You’re still teasing me,” he said. Then, in a move that robbed her of breath, he removed one hand from her breast and plunged it into her hair, forcing her head down to meet him. His kiss was raw and bruising. His tongue invaded her mouth, demanding a response.

Lust wracked her body. Monica wanted him inside of her. Now. She dragged her lips off his, but he didn’t relinquish his tight grip. “Need more,” she panted.

Cal gave her one last scorching kiss before easing his hand out of her hair. “Time for that dress to come off.” It was little more than a wide belt around her waist at this point, but she didn’t argue. Monica lifted her arms, and Cal had if off her in seconds.

She savored this feeling—hot and eager, exposed to any potential passersby. Bad Girl Monica was back in action. She didn’t even try to deny herself this moment—instead, Monica let her reckless, passionate instinct take the reins. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts out and cupped them, posing for Cal. “How bad do you want this?” she asked.

“Words are inadequate.”

She dropped her hands, and despite the darkness, she felt his eyes wandering over her, taking in her tits, her waist, the lacy black triangle just covering her pussy. Starting with her collarbone, Cal’s hard palms blazed a trail down her body, over her breasts, across her belly, until he reached her panties. “These need to come off too.” Slipping his fingers beneath the waistband, he lowered them.

Monica rose to her knees so Cal could shove them down her thighs. He smoothed his hands up to her hips and gripped them tightly. “Monica, love, tell me you like a good, hard ride. Because I’m not sure how much longer I can do gentle, but I’ll try.”

She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingertips into his biceps. Being bad had never felt so delicious. “Don’t bother—I like it hard.”

“Thank God.” Cal bent forward, taking her breast into his mouth. Sucking harshly, he made her gasp.

“I can take more,” she said.

Cal pulled the nub with his teeth, biting down. Then he let go. “Too much?”

Fine tremors coursed through her. “Just enough.” When he did it again, she held on to the back of his neck. “That’s it.”

Cal kept his mouth on her as he placed his hand between her legs. His slid his middle finger inside her slick channel. Monica’s greedy pussy clamped around it as he worked in and out of her. Cal’s attention to her breast never wavered, even as his thumb circled her plump, aching clit. Then he added a second finger. He curved the tips as he pumped them, finding her sweet spot.

Flattening both hands on the roof, Monica groaned. She was so close, and though this felt amazing, she wanted his cock. She rode his hand, and the Mustang bounced with their movements. Her pussy tightened on his fingers as she tried to hold off her orgasm. “Tell me you have a condom.”

When Cal released her breast and withdrew his fingers, Monica bit back a protest.

“I do.” Cal was out of breath. “I want you to touch me first.”

She wanted that too—to clasp her hands around that thick, hard shaft. Slide her fingers over the length of him. Monica fumbled with his belt as he lifted his hips and removed the wallet from his back pocket.

She started to unbutton his jeans, but Cal gently pushed her hands aside and did it himself, lowering the zipper. He jerked the jeans and boxer shorts over his hips until his cock sprang free.

It was longer than she imagined, reaching past his belly button. Monica folded her hand around it and squeezed, pulling down on the soft skin. She rubbed her thumb across the broad head.

“That’s brilliant. Keep doing that.”

Monica longed to see him, his chest, the tattoo, his erection. The next time they did this, she wanted light. Gliding her hand up and down his rigid cock, she stroked his chest with her other hand. She loved his skin, hot to the touch and slick with sweat.

The windows turned foggy, and the air felt humid. They were in their own little world, and the only sound was their heavy breathing and Cal’s groans of pleasure.

He captured both of her wrists. “Enough. I don’t want to come in your hand, Miss Prim.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m on top of you. Naked.”

“And I’m bloody loving it.” He enfolded her in his arms, and his hands smoothed down her back. With a long, slow stroke, Cal dragged his tongue across her nipple. When Monica moaned, he glanced up at her. “Like that, do you?”

“Mmm hmm. Do it again.”

“Say please.”

Monica thrust both hands into his hair and tilted his head back. “No.”

Cal laughed, his breath warm against her tingling skin. Again, he licked her breast, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around it.

“That’s so good, Cal.”

Fisting his hair, she rubbed herself over the length of his cock. “Inside me.” When he didn’t stop toying with her, she whispered, “Please?”

“Since you asked so nicely, darling, I’m happy to oblige.”

Cal removed a foil packet from his wallet. Ripping the package with his teeth, he rolled the condom over his dick, then grasped her hips. “Ready, love?”

God, yes. Monica answered by lowering herself slowly over the tip. Cal stretched her to the limit. Pausing a moment so she could grow accustomed to him, she took an inch at a time. All the while, Cal gripped her hips with his big, strong hands, holding her steady.