Chapter 5

“There’s a pier about a quarter of a mile that way.” JL pointed to her right as they walked out of the climbing gym. “Want to go for a walk?”

“Sure.” Enzo took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. She looked down at their joined hands and then up at him. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” She nodded. “It’s…actually…it’s nice.”

“Yeah, it is.” He paused for a moment. “So why the hair color change?”

“Dunno. Just felt like it, I guess.”

“What’s your natural color?”

“Blond.”

“Really?” He looked at her hair for a moment. “Can’t picture it.”

She laughed. “Neither can I. It’s been a while.”

“So, tell me about your art class. I didn’t know you liked to draw.”

“Not many people do. Violet knew, but only because she lived with me. I love it.”

“Did you design your tattoos?” he asked, looking at her arm.

“Some of them.” She let go of his hand and pointed to the black lace design on her right arm. “I designed this one.”

He ran a finger down her arm. “It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen a tattoo like that before.” He turned her arm to look at the inside. “I don’t know much about tattoos, but that seems like a lot of work.”

“It was. It took a few sessions.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Like a bitch.” She laughed. “Especially the inside of my arm.”

As they started to walk again he asked, “Is it your favorite one?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Which one’s your favorite?”

She smiled flirtatiously but said nothing.

“You’re not going to show me, are you?”

“Nope,” she sassed.

“You’ll beg me to see it some other time,” he said as he caught up with her. That reminded her of the challenge he’d issued after the infamous kiss that had taken her breath away and made all her nerve endings tingle.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked a moment later, when she didn’t reply.

“Nothing.” They continued to walk down the pier. It was empty, the sun was shining brightly, and there were birds flying high in the clear blue sky. It was a beautiful day. “You don’t have any tattoos?”

“Nope. Not one.”

“You don’t like them, do you?” she asked.

“You’ve got to understand where and how I grew up. I went to the best boarding schools, then I went to Harvard. I lived a sheltered life.”

She said matter-of-factly, “People in your circle don’t have sleeves.”

“Or magenta-colored hair.” He ran his free hand through her hair.

“So why are you so interested in going out with me? Obviously I’m not your type, Enzo. Sometimes you look repulsed by what you see, and other times…” Her voice trailed off.

He cupped her face. “And other times I look like I want to lick every tattoo on your body?” He lowered his face, looking like he was about to kiss her. “That’s because I do. I find you so very attractive, Jamie Lynn. I would never, nor have I ever, found you repulsive,” he said firmly, leaving no room for misinterpreting his words.

They had reached a staircase that led from the pier down to the beach, and Enzo pulled her down the steps and toward the ocean. “I’d love to see your art one day.” When she held up her tattooed arm, he added, “Not just the ones on your body.” Then he leaned closer, his lips merely inches from her neck. “Although I’d love to see all the ones on your body.” She shuddered as his breath tickled her skin. “I mean your sketches. Your drawings.”

“Maybe one day.”

“That didn’t sound encouraging.”

“I don’t show my art to anyone. In fact, before yesterday, aside from Violet, no one even knew I drew. Maybe they suspected I designed my tattoos, but that’s about it.”

“So, what else do you do, Jamie Lynn? You’re an enigma to me.” He motioned for her to sit on the sand, and when she did, he followed. “You work at a bar, and not that it’s not a good job, but I can’t see you being a waitress forever. You like to draw, but you keep it a secret and it doesn’t look like you’re making a career out of it. Today people were falling at your feet to give you things. You know everyone, and everyone seems to like you. I just…I feel like I’m missing something.”

She shrugged and hugged her knees to her chest. “Not really. That’s about it. I didn’t have the economic means to go to a fancy art school. I work to pay my bills. I sketch because I love it. I also love yoga and food. Really, there’s not much else.” She nudged him a little with her elbow. “How about you? You act like you have it all figured out. You wear your suit all day. Make a shitload of money and your life is complete and perfect.”

He snorted. “It’s not perfect. Not at all. I have a failed marriage at thirty-two, my father’s up my ass to get me back to Brazil, I have business things to deal with here, people’s jobs are on the line if I don’t close these deals, and as of yesterday, I can’t do the one thing I love, which is fight.”

“What?”

“You see, in Brazil, MMA is a big thing. Huge. Brazilian jiujitsu is everywhere. But it’s not something people in my circle do. I’ve always loved it, and I planned to devote a lot more time to it once I moved here, since I don’t have a bunch of people breathing down my neck and judging me. Except I just haven’t had the time. So I’m stuck fighting in the amateur circuit.”

“So?” She shook her head. “Be the best freakin’ amateur fighter in the damn circuit.”

“You’re a ‘when life gives you lemons’ kind of woman, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am. And you’re a ‘when life gives you lemons, you say fuck the lemons and bail’ kind of man.”

He laughed. “You’re always ready with a comeback, aren’t you?”

“That’s from a movie, by the way. Forgetting Sarah Marshall. So funny.”

“Never seen it,” he said.

“Yeah, I figured. We’re so different, you and I.”

“Are we?” He turned to look at her. “Maybe I’m not who you think I am. Hell, maybe I’m not who I think I am. Maybe I’ve just been stuck in a life I didn’t want to be in, and maybe this is where I’m supposed to be, and maybe I want to change.”

“That’s deep, Enzo,” she said with a laugh.

“I can be deep.” He smiled back, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “So you think I should just embrace my situation and fight in the amateur circuit?”

“I think your problem is that you’ve never been denied anything. You’ve never been anything but the best at whatever it is that you do, and now you’re in a huff about not fighting professionally. You said it yourself—you’re a thirty-two-year-old man with a successful career. Not a job, but a career. You’re not Slade or Tony or Travis, whose lives revolve around fighting. It defines them. It’s their careers. That’s not you. You’re the nerdy but hot banker. So, suck it up, Pretty Boy, and fight in the amateur circuit, for fun. It doesn’t have to be a life-defining career change.”

“You really think you’ve got me pegged, don’t you?” he said, leaning slightly toward her.

“I don’t think I’ve you pegged. I know I’ve got you pegged.” She turned and rose onto her knees to look at him. “You’re on a date with me because I’m different. I’m taboo. I’m the kind of girl your parents hate. You’re rebelling.”

In a swift motion he pushed her down, and she squealed. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m on a date with you because you’re the most beautiful, sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

“And I’m different. Different from what you’re used to.”

“You could say the same thing about me, couldn’t you?” he said as he leaned into her, his body almost on top of her, his thumb rubbing her cheek.

She pushed him off and quickly switched their positions around so that she was on top. “Nah. You have that wrong. I’ve dated you before. Preppy suits. Been there, done that, have the bumper sticker.”

“Yeah? What did the bumper sticker say?”

“Nothing good.” She laid her head down on her laced fingers on his chest. “That’s why I like to stay away from men like you.”

“But here we are.”

“But here we are,” she repeated softly, then rolled onto her back next to him.

Jamie Lynn was quiet for a little longer than necessary, which made him uneasy.

“It’s just one date,” she said finally, as if she was trying to convince herself. “One long date, though,” she amended with a cute laugh.

And it was turning out to be one of the best dates he’d ever had.

“So, back to this fight situation,” she said. “I think you should suck it up and just work on kicking ass. Who do you fight?”

“His name is Raymundo Hernandez. He’s a total jerk. He wins every fight. Doesn’t go pro because he gets into trouble all the time and has been banned from most circuits.”

“Nice.”

“Yep. He’s crazy. Literally. He has a tattoo on his head that says CRAZY.”

“Ouch,” she said with a laugh. “You want to TP his house? We can do that next. It can be part of our date. Toilet paper’s on me.”

He rolled onto his side to look at her. “The funny thing is that I think you’d really do it. I don’t think you’re just teasing.”

She turned her body and looked at him seriously. “I’m usually pretty straightforward, if you haven’t noticed yet.”

“Yes, I’ve definitely noticed,” he said, placing his palm on the side of her face and caressing her cheek with his thumb. “So aside from being brutally honest and busting balls, what else do you like to do?”

She opened her eyes but continued to hold his hand on her face, their bodies now close together. “I love to read.”

“Me too,” he said. “What kinds of books?”

“All kinds, but mostly biographies, especially artist biographies.” She sat up abruptly, and his hand fell to his side. “Oh! I know what’s next on our date.” She was so enthusiastic when she was excited about something, he thought.

“You’re planning this date as you go, aren’t you?”

She brought her finger up to his nose and poked it. “You’re a smart gazillionaire.” Then she laughed, took his hand, helped him up, and then eagerly led him back to his car. There was just something about her, he thought. The way she was bubbly and excited about the little things in life was so refreshing and made him want to see life through her eyes. It wasn’t that she wore rose-colored glasses—after all, she worked at a bar—but nothing seemed to bring her down. It made him want to stay inside that bubble of hers and shield her from anything that would make her unhappy. But at the same time, he wanted to absorb all her positive energy and gather strength from it.

“What the hell are you doing?” Enzo whispered. It was already beginning to get dark out, and he’d driven them to the local library, as she’d instructed.

“Shh!” she said as she tiptoed to the side of the building.

“Jamie Lynn,” he whispered, but she was too far ahead of him.

“Come on, help me up,” she said, her hand on his shoulder, as she tried to look into the window.

“Are you crazy?”

“Come on, live a little!” She jumped up but wasn’t tall enough to grab the ledge.

He groaned, not believing what he was about to do. In spite of his best judgment, he grabbed her waist and hoisted her up. She grasped the ledge and he pushed her feet up as she crawled through the window. He’d never done anything illegal. Nothing. He hadn’t even partaken in underage drinking when he was younger. She poked her head out the window. “You coming?”

Fuck it. He jumped up and pulled himself through the window.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him further into the library. “Don’t you love the smell of old books?” She grabbed her phone from her pocket, opened the flashlight app, and went in search of something.

“You know, now they have these things called e-readers and apps for your phone, and you could download a book for like two bucks.”

“Ha-ha. I’ll have you know that I have a Kindle and a Nook as well as an iPad, Pretty Boy,” she teased. “But this is an art book. It’s not the same. You need to touch it. See it in person.” She kept scanning the spines of the books. “Aha! Here we go.” She pulled a book out, sat down on the floor cross-legged, and started flipping through the pages. He rolled his eyes before proceeding to sit down on the floor with her.

“Look here!” She pointed animatedly. “This is my favorite. It’s called Three Studies of a Dancer. It’s by—”

“Edgar Degas,” he said, finishing her sentence. She turned her face to look at him, her eyebrows pulled together.

“You know Degas? They’re mostly ballerinas.”

“There was an exhibit some years back at the National Gallery of Art in Washington. I was in town and had the opportunity to see it. I thought his sculptures were beautiful.”

The way she looked at him at that moment…something changed. Something clicked. She looked away, almost shyly, and turned the page of the book. “Did you see Little Dancer?”

“Yes,” he replied. Again he noticed that she was looking at him differently. Her eyes were wide, almost in wonderment, and her delicate smile was sincere and sweet. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time. She blinked a few times before turning her gaze back to the book.

“Maybe someday.” She said it so quietly he barely heard her.

“I have to admit, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a fan of Degas. I’d have thought you’d like something more abstract.” He playfully pulled her magenta-colored hair. “Or, something more colorful. Like Matisse or something.” He brushed her cheeks with his thumb as she looked back up at him. “One day I’ll take you to an exhibit.”

The soft look quickly dissipated, and as quickly as her fortress had cracked, it was back up and stronger. She cleared her throat. “Laying it on pretty thick, aren’t you, Pretty Boy?” She turned the page, clearly trying to change the subject. “I love his sketches. Look how he captures her movements with each stroke. They’re so dainty and pretty, aren’t they?”

“Yes, but I also see their fierce determination. Look at their faces. And there’s sadness too.” He leaned a little closer to her. “Just like you.”

She rocked slightly toward him and nudged his ribs. “Sad? Please. I’m the happiest chick you’ll ever meet.”

She was definitely hiding something—that much he knew. But this was also a great date and it wasn’t time to get into anything heavy. “You know a lot about art,” he said in a feeble attempt at lightening the conversation.

“Yeah, I love to read and I love art.”

“You should go to art school.”

She snorted. “I’m thirty. I work at a bar.”

“You’re only thirty,” he corrected her. “And you work at a bar because you need a job. Do something you love.”

She shrugged and continued flipping through the pages.

“You’re beautiful, Jamie Lynn,” he said all of a sudden. He couldn’t help it. She was. With the soft glow from her app and in the old library, she seemed so genuine and sweet. Not that she wasn’t always genuine, but she normally wasn’t all that sweet. She was snarky and witty and confident. “This has been the best date I’ve ever had.”

She smiled back at him. “It has been a great date.” She closed the book and leaned closer. “Are you going to kiss me now?” she asked dreamily.

Her words and tone made him chuckle. He cupped the side of her neck and his thumb caressed her cheek. “I don’t see you begging yet.”

She had just opened her mouth to say something when the sounds of sirens startled them both. “Shit!” She slammed the book shut and slid it back to its home on the bookshelf. He stood and helped her up, his heart beating frantically in his chest.

Enzo pulled her toward the window they’d come in through, the moment effectively ruined. He jumped out first and then reached up to help her down. His adrenaline was pounding through his body as they began to run through the grassy field toward his car.

“Do not move! Hands where I can see them!” A blinding light shone in their eyes.

If he got arrested, his father would have a coronary. He’d lose his trust fund, his business, everything. Not to mention the implications for the businesses and their connections. He was beginning to panic. He turned to look at Jamie Lynn, who had stopped as well. But instead of seeming scared to death, she was lowering her hands and…was that a smirk?

“Jack?” She squinted. “Jack, is that you?”

“JL?”

The light shut off, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. He heard footsteps coming closer. “What the hell are you two doing breaking into the public library?”

Jamie Lynn hugged her friend before answering. “Why would a captain in the Tarpon Springs police force be answering a call about a library?”

“I was the closest one when the call came in. So you going to answer my question?” He extended his hand to Enzo, who took it in a firm handshake. Jack was Slade’s best friend and Enzo had seen him training a few times at the Academy. Enzo and Jack weren’t exactly friends, but they were definitely acquaintances, which was the case with almost every single person in Tarpon Springs—everyone knew everyone, which meant that everyone was at the very least an acquaintance. “We’re on a date,” JL said by way of explanation.

“Couldn’t take her somewhere nicer?” Jack chuckled. “You in the habit of breaking and entering on all your dates, Silva?”

“What can I say? It’s not a date unless we risk arrest.”

Jamie Lynn laughed. “It’s all my fault, Jack. I dragged him in there to show him a book. Bless his heart, you probably scared the shit out of him with your siren.” She looked over at Enzo and feigned a pout. “He’ll probably never want to go out with me again after this.”

“I figured it was your idea.” Jack chuckled. “Head on home, guys. Be glad it was me and not another officer.”

Jamie Lynn got on the tips of her toes and hugged Jack. “You rock, Jack. Have a good night.”

For some reason the contact between Jamie Lynn and Jack made Enzo uncomfortable. Jack was happily married and Jamie Lynn wasn’t flirting or anything. But still, he didn’t like it. He’d never been a jealous man, and the fact that it made him jealous irritated him. Enzo wrapped his arm around Jamie Lynn and tucked her close. “Thanks for the help, Jack,” he said.

Jack took in Enzo’s posture and laughed. “Stay out of trouble, kids,” he told them before he headed to his car and drove off.

“Well, that was…interesting,” she said, sounding more hyper than usual. “You napped, saved me from a panic attack, and almost got arrested. I think my work here’s done.” She rubbed her palms together. “Except that I’m starving.”

“Now can I treat you to food?”

“Nope. I’m going to make you my world-famous tacos.”

“You’re going to cook for me?” This woman just continued to surprise him time after time.

“Unless I’ve sufficiently scared you and you want to end the date right now. I’d completely understand.”

“You have sufficiently scared me. But I’m ready to taste your tacos.” As soon as he said it he realized how it sounded, and at the look on his face she doubled over in laughter. He didn’t laugh, though. He actually blushed.

“Oh, my God, loosen up,” she told him. “Haven’t I taught you anything today? So you’re kind of pervy. It’s cute.”

“I think it’s your mind that’s kind of pervy,” he retorted. More gently he added, “I just don’t want you to think I’m expecting something. I just like your company. I mean, I definitely want more. But I’m cool either way.”

“How cute. You’re stammering. You’re nervous.”

“I am not.”

She poked his side. “You are. You’re totally nervous. And you definitely didn’t learn anything today. You’re still uptight.” She dropped her purse on the grass, stepped close to him, and poked him some more. “I thought I had loosened the stick a little. You know, the one up your ass.”

He swatted her hands away. “I don’t have a stick up my ass.” But she was fast and continued to poke him. “Stop doing that,” he snorted. He took a step closer to her, pretending to be intimidating.

But instead of running, which was what he’d expected her to do, she tickled his neck, then tried to poke him in the ribs again. He attempted to grab her fingers, but the little pixie was fast and he was laughing too much to stop her.

“Oh my God, you’re ticklish!” she said gleefully.

“Stop that!” He laughed, trying to swat her fingers away. She seemed to have a dozen hands at the moment. He held his hands out, attempting to shield himself, but failed miserably.

“No way. I’ve never seen you laugh like this. This is great.” She giggled and launched herself at him. He took that opportunity and the fact that she weighed nothing to playfully tackle her to the grass and subdue her. But she was fast. “You are going to totally lose that MMA bout if you can’t pin down a girl,” she snickered, trying to grip his wrist since he too was now trying to tickle her. “Lorenzo Silva tickled and pinned by a girl,” she singsonged. He tried to catch his breath, but he was laughing too hard and she was kicking and pushing, all arms and legs.

“Wait. Stop,” he gasped. “Stop. I can’t breathe.”

She wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and took a deep breath as his phone began to ring for the umpteenth time since he’d picked her up that morning. He reached for his pocket to silence it, but she snatched it from his hands and threw it toward a grassy area a few feet away.

“I cannot believe you just threw my phone.” He shifted over her, his body pressing down on hers.

She pushed him gently away so that he wasn’t right on top of her, her laughter fading away. “I did. I warned you that this was a no-phone date. You broke the rules, Pretty Boy.”

A noise from a car down the street was the only sound that could be heard, except for their heavy breathing. The dead-end street was empty and quiet. She moved an inch, and he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. “No more tickling,” he said gruffly.

“Wasn’t going to,” she replied in a raspy voice.

“Never met a woman like you, Jamie Lynn.” One of his legs was positioned between hers and his chest was almost, but not quite, on hers; he could feel her breasts against his chest as she breathed. The air thickened, and the moment of laughter was gone and replaced with a heavy sexual charge the likes of which he’d never experienced before. Before he knew what was happening, she brought her head up and kissed him quickly. She dropped her head back down and stared at him, searching his face for something.

“Are you begging yet, baby?” His eyes searched hers for an answer.

She pulled her hands free from his grip, wrapped them around his neck, and pulled his head down, shifting their positions so that she was on top of him. Their mouths crashed and her lips immediately opened, allowing his tongue access to her mouth. It was the first time he’d ever been kissed with such wanton need. Her tongue sought his, and he wrapped his arms around her waist as her fingers fisted his hair. As the kiss intensified, he dug his fingers deep into her waist. He had never wanted anyone or anything as bad as he wanted her at that moment. She gyrated her hips against his thigh frantically as he cupped her breast with one hand and roamed lower with the other.

“I told you that you’d be begging,” he said in a low, husky voice, his Brazilian accent coming out heavier than she’d ever heard.

She broke away. “I haven’t begged for anything.”

He cupped her breasts and her sex roughly. “You sure about that?”

She looked at him for a brief second, then shrugged. “Fuck it. I’m begging.”

His lips crushed back onto hers, and he kissed her for all he was worth. Then his tongue moved down her jaw to her neck, where he nibbled and sucked as she tipped her head back to give him room to work.

“Fuck. That feels so good,” she said as she ground against his leg.

The kissing and touching continued, and soon Enzo realized he couldn’t take it much longer—his cock was pulsating with need.

Evidently she was feeling the same way. “Okay, I get that you like to kiss,” she murmured, “but seriously, you need to go lower.” She put his hand where she wanted it.

He groaned and took both her hands in one of his and dragged them back over her head. “Stop moving,” he said as he continued to kiss lower.

“Oh, God, Enzo,” she moaned.

He shifted to get on top of her, but she stopped him.

“Don’t get on top of me, okay?” she said, her voice a combination of need and embarrassment. He stopped and looked at her, confused. “Don’t like when someone’s on top of me, is all,” she added, pulling his face back to hers.

Not completely sure what she meant, he went back to work on kissing her, careful not to make her feel uncomfortable and trying to forget that they were in the middle of a field by a parking lot.

He bit down on her nipple, which was still covered by her shirt, and she lifted off the ground. “Holy fuck!” Then he did it again, leaving her panting with need. “Jesus Christ, you’re a good kisser.”

He stood up and in one swoop had her in his arms.

“You want to stop now?” she complained.

“I’ve already been almost arrested tonight; I don’t want to get actually arrested. Plus, I don’t want our first time to be like this.” He walked them over to his car, put her down, and opened the door, but before he could say anything she pushed him with all her might onto the passenger seat, so that he landed sitting halfway inside the car and halfway out. He needed to keep his guard up with her, because the little minx kept surprising him.

“Live a little,” she said as she got on her knees and began to unbuckle his belt.

“Jamie Lynn…,” he warned, but didn’t exactly pull away.

“Haven’t you learned one thing about me today?”

“Yeah, I have. You’re even more beautiful, funnier, sweeter, and crazier than I thought.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Pretty Boy,” she said as she pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. “Oh wow.” She held it firmly with both hands. “It looks like it wants to be kissed.” She leaned down and licked it from head to base and back. He moaned and fell back against the seat. The gearshift dug into his neck, but he didn’t care. Her warm tongue laved his dick up and down until he felt like he was about to come. He shifted his body and moved her so she was forced to stop. With his shorts around his ankles he climbed out of his car and did a quick survey of the area. There really was no one around, and even if there had been, he wouldn’t have stopped, because at that point he just couldn’t not fuck her.

Pushing aside any concern he had about being caught, he pulled her shorts and panties down and lifted her onto the hood of his car. His car, which he loved. The same car he had detailed and waxed weekly. The same car he parked at the far end of every parking lot so that there wouldn’t be any dings or scratches. But she was completely bare, and the red lips tattooed by her pelvic bone were calling to him.

He reached down, pulled his wallet out, and said a silent prayer that he had a condom tucked inside. Thank God. Quickly he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on. All the while, Jamie Lynn was leaning up on her elbows, watching mesmerized. He inched his dick toward her opening and she lay down flat on the car, waiting. He pushed her knees up and leaned in to penetrate her, but at the last second changed his mind and instead bent down and licked her from top to bottom and then took her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over again. Eating her out wasn’t something he’d planned on doing, but she’d been irresistible—all bare and glistening. She must’ve not been expecting it either, because she almost jumped off the hood of the car. “Holy shit!”

Careful not to hold her too firmly, he placed his hands on her hips and licked some more.

“Enzo! Enzo!”

He pulled back, and then in one fast movement pushed his rock-hard cock into her. He didn’t even wait for her to get used to the sensation—he just began to move in and out. She couldn’t find purchase on anything, so she cupped her breasts, and his hands dug into her waist. The sound of skin smacking together, her ass rubbing against the metal of his car, and her loud moans was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. “Keep doing that, baby. Play with your tits. Don’t stop.” She pinched her nipples as he thrust harder and harder. Her pussy began to clench tight and then tighter around his cock. “Talk to me, Enzo. Keep talking!”

“What?”

“Say something. I’m about to come.”

“Like dirty?”

“No, a fucking algebra equation. Yes, dirty! Say something dirty. I’m about to come.”

He rarely cursed. Definitely he had dirty thoughts, but he never said them out loud. His sex life had consisted of mostly vanilla sex with his vanilla ex-wife. Since they’d been separated, he’d had some random hook-ups, but nothing serious, mostly just to quench his needs. Definitely nothing like this.

Dirty? Fuck. What was he supposed to say?

She must’ve noticed his apprehension. “What are you thinking right now? This very second.”

“I’m looking at how your pussy sucks in my cock and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and arched her back. Damn, it was turning her on, so he continued. “That even though this feels so fucking amazing, I want to pull my dick out and lick your pussy so bad. I want your juices dripping down my chin and down my throat as you come. You tasted delicious.” With that, her pussy swallowed him up and pulsed around his dick as she came hard and fast. He grunted as he chased her orgasm.

“Just let go, Enzo. Forget everything except the way you feel inside of me,” she said as she wrapped her legs around him. “You’re even uptight with your dick in my pussy,” she said, deliberately goading him, and he slammed two more times inside of her, yelling a stream of Portuguese words he knew she didn’t understand as he came. Then finally he collapsed next to her.

“That was good,” she said.

Good? How often was this woman having sex that this was just good? For him it had been the best, wildest sex of his life.

“You’ve had sex on a hood of a hundred-thousand-dollar car before?”

She laughed. “Definitely not. I haven’t had sex outside, either. First for me.”

He let out a breath, feeling very happy and a lot proud that he’d given her this first. “Me neither. It was great.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to sound like an overzealous idiot, but man, that was fucking awesome.” She took his limp hand and used it to high five herself. “Brazil rocks.”

He snorted out a laugh. “I’ve also never high-fived a woman while my dick’s still partially inside of her.” He pulled away, took the condom off and tied the end, and pulled his shorts back on before helping her off the car. He helped her right her clothes and then brought her into a tight, sweet hug.