Things change once we enter the car, however—closed up in a small space with Candace, low light, and no pressure to order something, the quiet opens up pathways to other types of thoughts—thoughts that are never far away but temporarily shut behind a door for some reason or other.

Thoughts involving relieving Candace of her clothing.

I could do it right here—there’s more than enough space in the back of this limo, and a privacy glass between us and the driver.

I can keep my mouth over hers to stifle most sound as I plow her mercilessly.

My cock expands; it wants to be sliding in and out of her right now.

But after all this time, I don’t want our second first time to be in the back of a car; I don’t want it to feel like a quick, desperate fuck. Although if something doesn’t distract me soon, my dick will get exactly what it wants—buried deep in her slick warmth sooner than later, regardless of where we are.

I have to adjust myself and she notices.

I realize she’s breathing harder, her chest rising and falling quickly, her eyes looking concerned.

Her mouth hangs open slightly, indicating arousal, despite the way she’s holding her legs together.

She knows she’s in danger here, and she wants what I have to give her, but she’s afraid of what’ll come with it.

She’s not the only one.

I promised myself not to get in a position where a woman had the kind of power Candace held over me again, but here I am, my weakness for her back with a vengeance—although I have better control over it this time around. I can keep her at a desired distance to a degree, but I can feel it sneaking up on me—the protectiveness, the affection, the... love I had for her—it’s all creeping back and I’m not sure I can stop it short of sending her packing in every way.

Even then I’d be fooling myself; there’s no way I could banish her from my thoughts, especially when she’s clearly in need in so many ways. But even if she wasn’t, not seeing her would become more painful than anything else.

I need to claim her in every possible way or else risk driving myself mad.

“I had a really great time,” she says in a somewhat shaky voice.

I bet she’s dripping wet already.

I slide closer to her and hear her gasp.

I bring a hand to her chin, tilting her face up a bit before crashing my lips down on hers, kissing her fiercely.

My tongue shoots past her lips to explore while my other hand finds her thigh, resting there while I hungrily plow her warm mouth.

My cock is throbbing with need and my hand starts making its way up her thigh toward her panties.

I have every intention of laying her down on the seat and working her dress up, doing the minimum of sliding her panties aside and releasing my dick from my pants to shove inside her.

At some point, I realize she’s been trying to pull her lips from mine, and when I finally let her, she says, “not here” in a breathy, labored voice.

I growl in frustration, struggling to process the interruption, but then it sinks in that the car has stopped, the driver patiently parked and waiting.

It dawns on me that Candace is probably self-conscious, the sudden silence as the car sits idling wigging her out despite the tinted windows.

Nobody but the driver would be able to hear us, but I guess that’s one person too many.

I can’t help but smile at her modest concern.

“Upstairs,” she says with a nod to my relief, confirming she’s still on board.

I’m unaware of any other details as we leave the car and make our way up to the penthouse, the next thing registering being the inside of the suite as we make our way inside.

I visually scan the room for a handy location then quickly come to a decision—we’re christening that bedroom of hers.

I pick her up easily, savoring the feel of her soft body in my arms and walk her there, letting her down once we enter the room to get started on undressing her.

She starts pulling off her dress before I can, and while she’s doing that, I unbutton and shed my shirt and pants.

I’m standing there in my boxers, about to start ripping off her remaining clothing—a deep purple lacy bra and panty set, courtesy of moi—when she reaches out to touch my chest, sending a zap of electricity through me, that reaches my dick, making it throb with need behind the black boxer-briefs.

I try to ignore it while I take in the sight of her half-clothed body, her full breasts teasing me from behind the pretty lace. I can’t help but smile, delighted she accepted my gifts.

“God, Jaxson,” she says as she feels up my hard, muscular chest. “You’re so… you look a lot different.”

Her palm slides down my rippling abs, and while she’s still touching my muscles, she looks back up at my face, her brown eyes liquid pools of desire.

My cock gets even harder, almost painfully so.

Between her evident desire, her breathtaking beauty, the heat of her body, and her aromas enveloping me, I can feel the beginning of losing control.

If I don’t get a handle on myself, I’ll ruin the pretty lace with my bare hands and bury myself deep in her wet pussy before she realizes what’s happening.

I don’t want to take her wildly and quickly—I want to savor this moment between us, stretch it out as long as possible.

I had no idea I’d get this chance again, and I want to make the most of it.

But at the rate lust is surging through my body, I better find a way to calm down soon.

When her hand leaves me to start removing her bra, I say, “Leave it on,” then command her to lie on her back on the bed.

She obeys, and I see that her panties are soaked through.

Fuck.

She is so ready for me, but not yet…

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before climbing into the bed with her.

I slide her panties down gently, and as her slick pussy lips are exposed, my cock almost takes the reins again, but I close my eyes once more as I bring my head between her legs, taking in her delicate scent before darting out my tongue and licking her pussy lips, making her jump.

In no time, she’s writhing helplessly as I eat her, panting and moaning and driving me crazier and crazier with her desperate feminine sounds and slick opening calling to me.

I’m barely there for a minute when she whispers, “I’m going to come!”

“Not yet you won’t,” I say as I move to strip my bottoms off, my cock free at last and fully in charge.

I climb over her again, this time, lining up our body parts so that I’m poised to take her, planted between her open legs, my cock pointing at her drenched slit.

I rub the tip of my cock in her juices, teasing her petals for just a moment before finding her warm wet hole and pushing my way inside her tight pussy.

She cries out with an arch of her back, and I suddenly notice she managed to take her bra off without me noticing, her round tits and hard nipples begging for a lick.

I oblige them, bending to take one boob in my mouth, flickering my tongue over her nipple while her snug pussy grips me comfortably.

I indulge the other boob, licking and sucking, then I pull away from her chest to gaze into her brown eyes as I start moving, lifting my stiff cock out only to slam it back inside her over and over and over again.

I ride her juicy pussy hard, sliding in and out of her welcoming cavern, realizing I don’t have a chance in hell of drawing this out as long as I wanted to as she writhes and moans delightfully, meeting my thrusts every now and then, her beautiful breasts jiggling with my hard thrusts.

“Oh…my…god…Jaxson…”

I realize what’s happening as her body tightens around me, her hands gripping my muscular forearms as I plow her mercilessly.

I lower my head, bringing my lips to hers to kiss her as her body climbs to the edge, my tongue plundering her mouth, my dick pounding her pussy until she’s pulsing all over me, her powerful orgasmic cry swallowed by my mouth, her pussy clamping down on my engorged cock.

I’m done for, thrusting a few more times as I come hard, throwing my head back and letting out a climactic roar as I blast cum inside her.

I remain frozen for a few more moments, my still-hard cock plugged into her still-pulsing warm pussy, our heated flesh throbbing against each other as we drown each other in juices.

“Fuck,” I say as I finally collapse on top of her, my climax enhanced by the sweet aftermath of her soft body pressed against mine, her soft tits delightful against my firm chest.

She wraps her arms around me, and another type of warmth floods me.

We silently hold each other as we come down from our orgasms, hearts pounding against each other, breathing into each other’s ears.

I can’t remember the last time something felt so right.

Actually, I definitely can—about ten years ago.

* * *

“No, I promise!… Don’t hurt him, please… I’ll give you everything… I can get it—I’ll get the money!”

I turn to a sleeping but vocal Candace in alarm.

What the hell is she talking about?

I know she’s dreaming, but she’s clearly being haunted by something she refuses to tell me about while awake, so I can’t help but think she’s being tortured by it right now—something that follows her to sleep.

I’m not surprised it has to do with money—she already told me about all the troubles she’s had in that area.

Even if she hadn’t, the fact that she showed up looking for a job so far beneath her qualifications would have clued me in.

We’ve talked a bit about her bills, but what’s so bad it’s giving her nightmares now? Who has terrifying dreams about an unpaid credit card?

Then it hits me—someone she owes is actually threatening her.

The way she just sounded, she’s not dreaming of any old collector—her home’s been raided by government agents, for crying out loud—she has dealt with scary feds.

So what’s getting to her isn’t some legal, official debt collector; she’s probably got a loan shark on her hands.

I hold her tightly in my arms and she eventually settles down while my mind races for a while, processing what to do about the next phase.