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  “Mine. Probably not a good idea to mess up a company car.”

  “Good idea. We can get my car later. Give me your keys.” Carson got Josie in the passenger seat, ran around the front of her car, yanked open the back door, and placed the food containers on the seat. Once he was in the driver’s seat, he leaned over and pulled her to him. He claimed her lips, his tongue caressing their softness until she opened her mouth, giving him access to her tongue.

  Her moan sent his cock straining against his fly. God, she felt good. They hadn’t had this kind of passion in a long, long time. He ran the back of his hand over her silky skin until he reached the top of her dress.

  “Please,” she murmured against his lips, pressing her chest against his hand.

  Carson slid his palm into the neckline, the warmth of her breast making him catch his breath. He slid her top from one shoulder, letting the fabric slip down her breast. Shit. She wore one of those half bras. One dark, hardened nipple peeked over the lacy black top. How had it escaped his notice earlier that she was virtually braless?

  Blood pounded in his head—both of them. He broke their kiss and leaned closer to take the tantalizing tip in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue then realized something was wrong.

  Josie pulled away. “Wait!”

  “What? Now?” He refocused his eyes.

  Josie readjusted her dress. “Didn’t you hear those horns?”

  Hell no, he hadn’t heard the horns. How could he when every part of his being was focused on his wife and her delectable breasts? He ran his hand over his face.

  “We’re in a parking lot. This sounds ridiculous, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to be parking in a parking lot.” She grinned at him. “If you know what I mean.”

  Carson leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and sighed. Hell. Now what? He willed his cock to settle down as he thought. After a few seconds, he snapped his fingers. “Buckle up, babe. We’re going for a ride.”

  “Where to?”

  “Hell. I don’t know. Think there are any gravel pits around?” he asked, thinking about the gravel pit near her family farm. His balls tightened at the memory of the times they’d parked there. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “First time I tasted pussy.” He started the engine. “If we don’t get going, I won’t eat any tonight.”

  “How about the park where the boys learned to play disc golf?”

  With one hand on the silky smoothness of her knee, Carson put the car in gear and headed toward the city’s largest park.

  ****

  Blaring music and loud voices greeted them as they entered the park’s gates. Cars lined both sides of the road. Josie figured a turtle could get through the tangle faster. At this rate, they’d never find a place to get down for some fun.

  “A carnival in winter?”

  “We’re not in Wisconsin anymore, babe.” Carson stopped for a couple holding the hands of two children while carrying blankets and a picnic basket. “In this neck of the woods, they can hold them all year round.”

  “I do recall our neighbor saying something about taking her kids to a family movie night in the park.” Josie sighed. “Now what?”

  “First, I find a way to get out of here. At this rate, the kids here will be old enough to park before we find a place.”

  Josie shuddered. “That’s not even funny.” She snapped her fingers. “How about the parking lot up at the bluffs?”

  “Good idea.”

  ****

  As they drove, Josie resisted the temptation to play with Carson. He needed to keep his attention on the winding road to the bluffs. Even so, her fingers itched to unzip his pants and caress him. The memory of his cock’s hard, velvety heat reached to her core. He’d been so close to sucking her nipple before those damn horns interrupted them at the restaurant. Her body ached from need. When his tongue had touched her nipple, she nearly ignored the horns honking and let him keep going. She clenched her thighs together. Would they ever get there?

  “Shit!”

  “What?” She’d been so intent on her sexual fantasies, she hadn’t realized they were at their destination. Each parking spot was filled with a vehicle—trucks, vans, cars. Most windows were steamy. “I guess we found the place to park.”

  Carson slapped his hand on the steering wheel. “Yeah. Us and every other sex-starved couple in the universe.” He put the car in reverse. “I saw a side road on the way up here. Maybe we can find a place there.”

  “I sure as hell hope so.” Josie palmed his crotch. “I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”

  Squeezing her hand against his cock, he turned the car around and headed back down.

  Carson turned left on a one-lane dirt road and drove in far enough so they wouldn’t be seen from the main drag. He pulled over so the car was halfway on the grass. He clicked off the lights, turned off the engine, and leaned toward his wife.

  “Now, where were we?” Carson asked.

  She glanced out the window. Tall pines lined either side of the gravel road. It was so dark, she could barely see him. A little nervous about being caught, she jumped when he placed his palm on her breast. “Wait. Are you sure we’re okay here?”

  Carson’s sigh came through the darkness. “Yes, I’m sure. I didn’t see any No Trespassing signs when we turned in. There are no other cars. No houses. So what do you say; should we proceed?”

  Realizing he couldn’t see her nod, Josie reached for the sound of his voice, found his neck, and pulled him to her. Like a heat-seeking missile, his mouth found hers. Her breath became erratic, and all thoughts of being caught fled as his kiss became more demanding. A moan vibrated against her lips.

  “Oh, babe. I’ve missed this,” he said, breaking away and peppering her neck with love bites.

  Her nipples ached for his touch. The depths of her core hungered for more. Electricity spiked through her when he again slipped a sleeve down her shoulder. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness as his dark head descended on her exposed breast.

  He licked the top and teased her by tonguing every inch of her breast except her nipple. Man, she was going to come once he finally latched on.

  He nibbled on her skin, closer, closer. Her pussy muscles clenched. She shifted and angled her breast toward him, trying to get him to nibble on the right spot.

  When he finally nipped at one hard peak with his teeth then drew it into his mouth, sparks flew. Drums tapped a beat. A beam of light blasted behind her eyes.

  Wait. That had never happened before. Sparks, yes. Drums and lights, no. Josie opened her eyes. Over Carson’s shoulder, a light shone through the window.

  Chapter Three

  “Carson.” Josie pulled away from him, slapped him on the arm, and looked over his shoulder at the light. “Carson. Stop”

  “Not now, babe.” His words came out in a ragged breath. “I need to taste you.”

  Tap. Tap. Tap.

  “We have company.” For the second time that night, she readjusted her dress.

  “Sir. Please roll down your window,” a deep voice came through the glass.

  Josie held back a giggle as Carson fumbled for the window control, finally hitting the right one after the other three windows went down, then back up.

  “Evening, officer. What can I do for you?”

  She was surprised at how calm her husband sounded. She’d be a blubbering idiot right now. As it was, tears threatened.

  “Do you know you’re trespassing?”

  “I didn’t see any signs.”

  “Well, they’re there. The owners saw your car lights and called me. This happens a lot out here.” He leaned down and aimed his flashlight at her. “Seriously? Aren’t you two too old for parking?”

  Josie cringed. Too old? She’d show him too old. Who decides who’s too old for sex? Hell, the officer didn’t look old enough to shave, let alone understand about sex.

  Before she could do something stupid, Carson placed a hand on her arm. “Are you married, officer?”
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br />   “No.”

  “Kids?”

  “No.”

  “Then you wouldn’t understand.”

  “That may be, but you need to leave before the owners press charges.” He slapped the door and stood. “And for Pete’s sake, go home where you belong.”

  When the officer got in his car and waited, Carson sighed and started the engine. “I’m sorry, babe.”

  “Not any more than I.” She snapped her seat belt in place. “Once again, now what?” Even though she couldn’t see him, she sensed his smile.

  “I have an idea. Just sit back, close your eyes, and relax.”

  ****

  Josie slept. Carson turned off the engine and turned to her. A small smile graced her lips, her face relaxed and peaceful. He ran a finger down her neck to the tops of her breasts, eliciting a sigh.

  She opened her eyes, looked out her window, then peered through the windshield. “Seriously?”

  Carson smiled and nodded at their house. “It’s the safest place I could think of.”

  “But I thought we were going parking.”

  “We are.”

  “But…we’re home.”

  “With the bushes and trees on both sides of the driveway, no one can see us. No one can accuse us of trespassing.”

  Josie giggled. “You’re a goof, you know that?”

  His cock pressed against his fly. His balls tingled. If he didn’t get some relief soon, he’d explode. It had been way too long since he and Josie had sex. “A horny goof.” He unbuckled his seat belt.

  “Won’t someone see the dome light when we get in the back?”

  “Nope. We’re doing this old school. You first.”

  “This was a lot easier when I was seventeen.” Josie groaned as she slid headfirst over the front seat.

  Before she was nearly over, Carson stopped her. “Wait.”

  “Please don’t tell me someone is watching. My ass is in the air.”

  “I see that.” He flipped the skirt over her back, exposing her cheeks. “And it’s a sweet ass, too.”

  Oh. My. God. She wore a thong. The thin black strip separated the rounded globes and dug into her pussy. Her laced-topped black stockings stopped just short of where her ass and legs met, leaving an expanse of soft white skin. In the dim light, her pussy glistened with moisture. He needed a taste of her cream.

  “Spread your legs.” He separated her folds and ran his finger down one side, then the other. The car filled with her essence. He licked his finger, then dipped in his tongue. Her musky taste filled his mouth. “Heaven,” he whispered.

  Heaven. Josie was in heaven. Carson’s tongue hit her clit, and she spread her legs wider, opening her aching sex, giving him better access. Her nerves endings zipped and zapped from her hair to her toes and back up again. His tongue explored her pussy, in and out, over and over, simulating his cock penetrating her.

  She was ready to beg him to use the real thing when her body exploded and wave after wave of ecstasy engulfed her. Her inner walls contracted, begging for more than his tongue. Wanting his solid, hard cock. If he had been inside her, she would have squeezed the life from him.

  When the spasms in her pussy finally stopped and her mind returned to normal, she realized her head was getting stuffy from hanging upside down over the seat. Carson continued to lick her, as if he couldn’t get enough. Well, she wanted more. Wanted him inside her.

  “I need you, Carson.” She slid away from him and landed on the back seat. Keeping her legs splayed, she slid the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts to his intense gaze. She tweaked her nipples, then crooked her finger. “Come join me.”

  Like a starving dog after a bone, he pulled himself head first over the seat. A crack echoed through the car when his forehead hit the takeout boxes. The scent of garlic and marinara sauce permeated the air.

  “What the hell?” Carson shouted. Red sauce covered his hair and face. The plastic boxes lay smashed on the seat, red goo dripping out their sides. He swiped a hand down his face. Noodles clung to his beard. “We can’t catch a break tonight, can we?”

  Josie covered her mouth. Except for the explosive orgasm she’d just had, the night had gone from one problem to another. But this one topped the cake. Laughter built inside her. She took a deep breath, but a snort escaped.

  “Don’t you dare laugh, woman.”

  A hiccough masked her giggle.

  “I’m warning you.”

  She bit her lip to hold them in, but the giggles erupted into laughter. Carson growled, and before she knew what was happening, her chest was covered in sauce as he pressed kisses to her breasts. Giggles turned to sighs as he finally tongued her nipples.

  “The hell with it,” he said, wiping the boxes to the floor.

  The sound of his zipper being opened gave her an idea of what would come, and she’d bet her bottom dollar it would be both of them. She pulled his heavy length from his pants as he lay back on the seat. Positioning her legs on either side of him, she eased her pussy over him and slid down. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as first his tip, then his engorged cock stretched her, filling her with his heat until there was no more to fill.

  He held her hips, lifted her, then pressed her back down. The friction of his cock against her inner walls as he repeatedly raised and lowered her sent spikes of pleasure through her. Lord, she’d missed this, missed feeling as if her heart were going to beat itself from her chest. Missed the salty taste of sex-perspiration on her lip.

  When he tweaked her nipples, a ball of tension built in her lower stomach. Not able to stay upright, she lay against his chest and bit his shoulder before she sought his mouth. Their tongues copied the frenzied pumping of his cock into her core as he squeezed her ass. Their moans filled the car.

  Her pussy muscles constricted around his cock. Even though she’d once read women couldn’t feel a man’s orgasm, when he let out a long groan, the heat of his cum shooting into her sent her system flying. She bit a moan into his shoulder as white-hot spasms started deep inside her, building until they exploded through her body. Every nerve ending from her toes to her hair was electrified.

  As her brain began to function again, their ragged breaths pressed her breasts against his chest. Her thighs squeezed the sides of his legs as her world settled back into place. Their breaths mingled while her heart rate slowed.

  Carson swept her hair from her face and cupped her cheeks. “Babe, that was fantastic.”

  His light kiss filled her heart with love. “Why did we wait so long?”

  “I don’t know.” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to his chest. “But it’s one hell of a way to start our week together.”

  Josie couldn’t have agreed more.

  ****

  The next day, Josie sniffed the air in her car. No doubt about it, her vehicle still smelled of Italian food. She’d used a bottle of fabric cleaner and lots of elbow grease to clean the mess. Luckily, the seats were dark, so if there were any stains, they couldn’t be seen. Hopefully, the scent would be gone before the kids came home. If they left the windows down on the drive to the coast, maybe it would disappear.

  Carson hadn’t faired as well. Even with their shower last night and his one this morning, he still stank of garlic. If they were lucky, which they hadn’t been last night, no one would tease him about it.

  With one last spritz of air freshener, Josie closed the doors. She needed to get ready for her next surprise for Carson.

  In their bedroom, two suitcases and a backpack were on the bed. Even though they weren’t supposed to leave until tomorrow, she had called the resort and was able to get their room for tonight. In addition to this surprise, a call to his boss had given Carson the afternoon off, giving them plenty of time to leave. Their bags were packed. All they needed to do was put them in her car.

  Josie glanced at the clock. She still had an hour to get ready. Secure in the knowledge that Carson still loved and desired her, she rushed through a sho
wer, did her hair and makeup, and dug through her lingerie drawer.

  “Finally,” she said, holding up a red lacy push-up bra that hadn’t seen the light of day since she’d packed it for their move. Who knew when she’d worn it before that?

  “I wondered if I still had these.” She tossed a matching thong that barely covered her pussy, a garter belt, and lacy red nylons on the bed. If she recalled, the bra gave her medium-sized breasts nice cleavage while barely covering her nipples. The last time she’d worn the outfit, Carson had said the garter belt and nylons made her legs look a mile long. The heels from last night added to the illusion.

  After donning her armor, she went downstairs, pulled a beige trench coat from the foyer closet, slipped it over her nearly naked body, and waited for Carson’s car to pull into the driveway. A rather racy romance novel kept her occupied until she could spring her surprise.

  Thoroughly engrossed with the characters and plot, she jumped when the doorbell rang.

  “Guess I didn’t hear his car,” she said, heading to the front door. “Must have forgotten his key.” Making sure the coat was unbuttoned, Josie swung open the door and whipped open her coat.

  “Surprise! Want some of—”

  ****

  Carson entered the garage door to the kitchen and tossed his keys on the counter. Josie sat at the table, her head on her folded arms. Why was she wearing a trench coat? Her shoulders shook. Was she crying?

  “Babe?”

  She didn’t answer, but her back continued to shake. She was crying. No, she was sobbing.

  “Josie? Honey? What’s wrong?” She was breaking his heart. If he could get her to talk, he might be able to figure out how to help her. He rubbed her back.

  “Talk to me. Tell me what happened.” His chest squeezed. In the few seconds it took him to ask the next question, his mind conjured up someone breaking into the house and harming her. Panic filled his system. “Did someone hurt you?”

  “I. Can. Never. Go. To. Church. Again. Never. Ever.”