Page 36 of Goose

My softly spoken words were the last straw. Together, as if connected by something more than our bare flesh, we reached the pinnacle of sexual climax as one.

Oh. My fucking. God.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

As he came, his chest pressed against my back. His hands, pinned between me and the dash, continued to knead my flesh.

When it ended, I collapsed against him, completely stripped of my strength.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmured.

“That’s the first thing we’re going to agree on,” I said with a laugh. “It was.”

“Your pussy is perfect.”

“So’s your cock.”

He let out a breath and laughed a light laugh. “Wonder if our food’s cold.”

I glanced toward the diner. The car’s windows were fogged so badly that seeing through them was impossible.

Denial of what we’d done to anyone who’d bothered to pay attention would be impossible.

I didn’t care.

I’d finally got what I was after.