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Sage unbuckled in one smooth motion, climbed over the center console, and settled straight into his lap, her dress riding up high revealing her thick, creamy thighs as they straddled his powerful body.
“Sweetheart, what are you—”
The cramped passenger seat suddenly felt scorching. Moonlight spilled through the sunroof, catching every inch of her smooth skin. Cal’s eyes flicked upward quickly as he caught a glimpse of her burgundy lace panties pressed tight against her plump lips.
Sage stared at him, breathing fast.
“I… you… fuck… FUCK!!” She slid her arms around him and buried her face against his broad chest.
Cal’s arms came around her carefully, holding her close.
“I want you. I… want you… I should be so scared—”
She grabbed his face with both hands, holding it.
“Teeth-chattering, terrified, fucking scared!! Do you get that!? I… I’m not scared. I’m fucking horny. I want to call you Daddy and shove your fat… FUCK!!”
Her hands slammed down on his chest. The motion pressed her hot core firmly against his quickly hardening cock. He froze.
“Baby—”
“No! You don’t understand, Cal. I went to enough therapy after… after what happened to me to know that I should be… Not like this. But ever since you prayed over me. And gave me food. And loved me… I’ve been…”
Her voice trailed off. She rested her forehead against his chest for a moment, then looked up at him accusingly.
“It’s your fault! You’re gentle and kind and nice! And you… my Jeep!?… and you cook?!” Her voice trailed away and then returned forcefully, “And why the fuck are you training in the morning wearing tight boxers!? Put on some fucking clothes!”
Cal was suddenly fighting very hard not to laugh while simultaneously trying not to focus on the feeling of her hot core grinding against his aching length.
“Sage—”
“Are you laughing? Are you fucking laughing!? I’m serious! I can’t stop thinking about you and me and doing things and saying things that are probably illegal in some states.”
“Honey, stop moving—”
“Want to know the last time?” Sage said, shifting in his lap in a way that made Cal throb and hiss. He braced his powerful legs against the door so hard he was afraid it might pop open.
“Princess, I—”
“Ten minutes ago! When you showed up at Mama’s diner. Do you want to know before then? At least twenty times today. Before that? When I woke up this morning at five… five fucking AM! Only sexy ex-military giants that make me wet do stupid shit like that.”
Cal was definitely going to laugh or cry or explode.
Oh shit, sweetheart, stop moving.
“Stop it!!! You… and your perfect hard body and your… and what the hell is wrong with your shower?”
Cal could barely speak at this point. His cock strained painfully against his pants.
“My… shower?”
“Nobody needs that many shower heads! Shower heads I might add that aim at areas of our bodies that makes us orgasm for the first time in our fucking lives! Your! Fault!”
Sage punctuated this by slapping his chest and moving up and down forcefully.
Oh shit I’m going to…
“And you’re always so calm and gentle and unaffected! Why? Why aren’t you… you…”
