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“Someone moved it, I swear,” I grumble.

He chuckles.

He’s not wrong. Anytime I’m stressed, I get even clumsier. It’s been an ongoing joke between us the last few weeks. Needless to say, with the last-minute planning these past few days, my stress levels have been off the charts.

The parking lot has emptied significantly. There are only two other cars left, but nobody else seems to be around.

Hayden gently drops me back on the ground before he flings open the driver’s side door. “Get in.”

I slide across the seat to the passenger side with him directly behind me.

The door is barely closed when I feel his hands on me. I gasp in surprise before his lips are back on mine.

I sigh into his mouth as I tangle my fingers through his damp hair, deepening the kiss, adrenaline from the last thirty minutes pulsing through my body. My wet dress clings to me as goose bumps race up my arms. But I don’t think it’s because I am cold, because my body feels on fire right now.

I break the kiss and move my hands down his chest to his belt buckle. I hungrily work to get his pants off, and he helps me by lifting his hips off the bench an inch. He’s hard already, his velvety length pointing up in a mouthwatering invitation. I don’t waste any time. I lean down and suck his tip in my mouth.

He hisses and grabs my hair.

I grip him with one hand while kissing my way down the side of his dick. Then I lick him from base to tip, and he squirms.

I smile to myself and hum, stroking him a few times with my hand before I put my lips back on him.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good,” he rasps, a moan escaping when I take him all the way down my throat.

I love the way he reacts to my mouth on him––the way he slightly jerks at the slightest touch, how vocal he is, how he pulls my hair. My thighs clench every time he praises me.

“Such a good girl taking me all the way down your throat,” he says, pushing my head down harder and thrusting his hips slightly.

My eyes water as I start to choke, heat pooling in my belly as he keeps telling me how good I am.

“Goddamn, I am so close. Keep going,” he grunts. “Your mouth is a fucking dream.”

I don’t stop. I suck and moan and lick, giving him the sloppy blowjob I know he likes.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, baby,” he warns, and seconds later, his hips jerk and warm, salty liquid coats my tongue.

I eagerly swallow every drop, moaning around him as he fills my mouth. When I’m sure I got every drop of his release, I sit up and wipe my mouth with an impish grin.

He looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving. Pure satisfaction is written across his face. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he says, his voice hoarse.

Hayden tugs his pants up, not bothering to zip them before cupping my face and crushing his lips against mine.

He moves our bodies away from the steering wheel and toward the passenger side of the bench.

“Sit on my lap,” he demands, but when I try to straddle him, he shakes his head. “Other way.”

I’m confused but too turned on to question him. I climb into his lap with my back flush against his chest and lean back against him.

He moves the wet dress up my thighs until my thong is exposed. Hooking his fingers under the waistband, he tugs it down my legs.

“Put your feet on the dashboard,” he says gruffly.

I slip out of my flats and spread my legs. I place my feet on the dashboard, sinking even further into him, my head now resting right below his chin.

I feel strangely exposed in this position, my legs spread wide for anyone to see if they walked by and looked through the window. But I forget everything else as soon as Hayden’s finger starts to circle my clit.

I arch into him, his touch igniting my entire body. His hot breath tickles my neck as I writhe against his hard chest.