I woke up with Leslie in my arms. God, I wanted to sleep that way every night. I stroked her hair. She was sound asleep. It started as a stroke of her hair. Then I inhaled it. I was totally awake and straining against the jeans I wore. She got me hard by looking at her, having her on top of me, impossible.

I didn’t want to hold back with her anymore, but I also didn’t want to treat her in any way that made her think I was a client. I needed her to know that shit was over. But was it?

 I felt her squirm against me and I shut my eyes tight. She tortured me in her sleep, tortured me when she was awake, killed me when she was with me, and killed me when she wasn’t.

She nudged up and got her soft face closer to mine, and it was clear she was no longer in deep sleep either. She ran her hand over my chest, under my shirt, her hands soft on my flesh.

“What are you playing at, Leslie? This isn’t a game to me.”

“Me either Lincoln. I want you and you know it.” I gripped her flesh through her clothes.

I couldn’t fight it anymore. I was going to take her, right there, in the damn truck. But I felt I needed to warn her I was not to be played with. If we went there, I knew myself. I wouldn’t be able to go backward.

“I will not be able to stop. Do you understand? I need you too much. This is not a job anymore.” There it was. The truth was that it was never a job since the moment I’d laid eyes on her sweet, vulnerable face.

“Lincoln. It was a job.”

“Not anymore for me, at all. Is it a job for you?” And I put my hands on her cheeks and hesitated. Those lips were unbelievably plush, soft. I longed to trap them in mine.

“No, this is what I want, have wanted. You. You know it.” Was she lying? It didn’t seem so. It didn’t seem like Marilyn on a job; it felt like Leslie, it felt true.

Petra said Leslie was good at making men feel what they wanted to feel. Petra was right, because even if it would ruin me, I believed Leslie. I was ready to give up everything to have her.

Shit, I was probably going to get killed protecting her. I may as well drink her in until that moment. Maybe these stolen kisses on the run were all I was going to get. I was going to make them count. If there was a bullet at the end of this road, at least, I could die happy.

I kissed her as deep as I could, as long as I could, without oxygen, without reservation, unguarded. It was raw and she’d not gotten that from me yet. I’d always tried to cage myself.

A gasp escaped those perfect lips. She had me at a disadvantage. If I didn’t want to lift her off me, we were essentially locked together in the back of this truck, sandwiched. I didn’t want her off me, ever.

The kiss went on. It was enough to intensify the writhing she did on top of me. I could not take it.

I was beyond thought at that point, and the caveman that I’d been doing a shitty job of containing was not to be teased anymore.

Yeah, I had some ridiculous idea of making it “perfect” between us. But she’d had a lot of hotels and satin sheets in the last few weeks. The back of this pickup was going to be our perfect.

I slid my hands under the band of the sexiest yoga pants in the fucking world and grabbed her rounded ass. I dragged them down with her panties and I felt her shimmy them off. The back of the truck wasn’t wide enough for me to assist further. My shoulders were pinned between the back of the seat and the front. She was really in control unless I slung the door open and laid her down in the grass. I was at her mercy. Maybe that was the right way to gain her trust, after all, she’d been through in the last few days.

As tight together as we were, I felt a compulsion to see her, all of her. I could finally look at her without a security camera lens in between us.  So I had to, immediately. This was real, and not some show.

I broke us apart to try to get some sort of grip on my barreling need; at this pace, I’d rip her clothes to shreds.

She used the space between us to take off her shirt herself. I watched her slide it over her head and watched her breasts sway as she flung the shirt into the front seat. She knew I wanted to see her and she let me.

She straddled me in nothing but that lacy bra, her breasts spilling over the cups.

Her fingers traveled to the front clasp on the lacy bra with her eyes locked on mine. I stopped her. I put my hands on hers.

“Let me. I’m not going to watch anymore.”

“Never again.” Was she saying that because I wanted her to say it? Probably.

I moved forward. I’d never come close to touching her exquisite breasts in all our fevered but brief stolen moments.

I hesitated a moment, just to look, the early dawn giving me the perfect light to see the pink buds. The windows were fogging up. There was almost a haze around us.

 I cupped her breasts in my hands and felt her nipples; they were hard pebbles under the lace. Slowly, I got rid of the damn bra. It landed somewhere in the front seat with the rest of her clothes.

I just took her in, all of her, for me, on me, with me.

I worshiped those lovely breasts, I could do that all day, teasing, sucking, running my tongue over every inch of her skin I could touch. I tried not to bite too hard. I heard her cry out when my teeth captured a nipple and my tongue teased it.

She was on fire; we both were; this had built between us since the first day. We’d connected, I knew we had, and fuck you, Petra, it was real. I slid my hands up and down her hips and around to her ass. I pushed her into me.

Leslie interrupted my adoration of her gorgeous body with, “More, Lincoln, I need you inside me.” Goddamn yes was all I could think.

She was taking the matters further, literally into her own hands. She undid the zipper of my jeans and it was a damn relief. I could have lost it right then as she worked to free me.

She took a turn looking and me, and said, “God Lincoln, so big, oh god.” Her sexy little exclamations turned things frenzied. There was almost a panic between us.

We were skin to skin. I ran my hands over her back, her hair, her breasts, I kissed, licked, did what I could to take her in and then felt her hover over me. There was nearly nothing between us now. But this final gap would be hers to close, hers to decide, I was passed the point of stopping, but I also was not a beast. If she reconsidered, it would hurt like hell, but she would decide. Not me. I got still and she understood.

We locked eyes and then she positioned herself over my cock. It was all I could do not to dig my hands into her hips as she took a final second. Then it was fucking magic.

Leslie’s hot little center fit over me like a tight glove. I nearly exploded in the first pulse she made. It almost hurt it was so good.

“Leslie, Leslie.” I murmured into her shoulders as she went at her pace. She slid over me inch by inch, adjusting to me, taking me all in. The slow motion ignited me, I had to grip the seat for a moment so as not to accidently bruise her beneath my hands.

“Lincoln, I’ve wanted this from the beginning. I knew you would feel so good, so right, so much more than anyone else.”

She slid herself almost off me and then down again. I couldn’t take it another second. Despite wanting to let her be in charge, we’d reached my limit.

I sat up, never breaking the contact between us, and slid her under me. I’d reversed our positions; she was on her back on the seat, me plunging in. I levered up on my arms so I wouldn’t crush her chest.

“Can you take it?” I still didn’t want to hurt her, to do what others did, but the need was too powerful.

“Please, do it. Take me harder. Yes.” I was gone before she said yes. I went as deep as I could as she yelled. I’d never heard that kind of animalistic sound before from her sweet lips. It was the best sound I’d ever heard.

I plunged into her heat, over and over. I felt her nails dig into my back. She wrapped her legs around mine and held on. Both of us lifted off the seat and joined at the hip bones.

Anyone watching would see a man lost. But I wasn’t watching. I was in her, with her; she surrounded me, I felt her pulse and tighten, as the deepest part of her gripped me, the spasms from her sending me over the edge. I lost final control and I know she did too. She literally yelled my name as the truck rocked on its shock absorbers, I whispered hers.

“Leslie… Leslie.”

It wasn’t the way I’d imagined. It was more. I couldn’t have predicted how fantastic her body fit with mine. How almost immediately I could do it again but was sated at the same time. How being with her blotted out any other times, she was on a Marilyn job. It just didn’t matter.

She whispered in my ear; I kissed her face over and over. And we stayed that way, joined, her legs around me. We were quiet, and we were passed the point of me ever watching her with anyone but me, ever again. I was passed the point of caring about anything but her, not my ranch, not my money, not my life, just my Leslie. That was all. That was everything.