I glanced at Laney a few times on the way to her shop. We didn’t normally ride in together, but she was meeting a man before he was due at work, and I’d take any opportunity to drive my girl wherever she wanted to go. Even if it was to another man.

I wasn’t the jealous type until I met her. She always put my fears to rest when the jealousy bug bit me. I couldn’t help it. She was so innocent when dealing with people. Her father was the biggest asshole I’d ever met, but she still chose to believe the good in everyone. I would never understand how a man like him was able to raise a woman to be as positive as Laney.

She stole my heart the moment I saw her, and I prayed she never let it go. She looked as if she was ready to take on the world when she walked into that convenience store covered in dust and paint from fixing up her shop. It was such a contrast to see her shrink into herself when I tried to talk to her. It was obvious she hadn’t had much experience with men, but I knew it was a matter of time before someone would come along and sweep her up. I wanted to be that someone.

I’d gotten out of a rough relationship a few months before I met Laney. It wasn’t rough until I found out she’d been cheating on me. I swore off relationships and ever finding the one person I wanted to spend my life with, but I just had to have Laney in my life. I couldn’t breathe without her.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Laney slipped her hand onto my thigh.

What was I thinking about? I took her hand in mine and brought it up to my lips. “Just how beautiful you are.”

“Well, if you’re going to talk to me like that, maybe I should let you drive me to work more often.”

I glanced at her again and smiled. “Maybe you should.”

I wanted to watch her, but I had to watch the road. It had been a trying year for us with the problems her father was giving us, the problems we were giving each other, and the fact she kept harping on me to elope. I wanted to marry her in the worst way, but I wouldn’t have her regret any of it. It needed to be perfect for her. I wouldn’t allow any less.

I looked down, disappointed with myself, and put my eyes back on the road. I hadn’t made things perfect for her for quite some time. I’d been consumed with what her father had done to her, to me, and to us. Maybe it was time I considered her option of eloping. Either way, I needed to remind her how much I loved her before her father figured out a way to drive a wedge between us. It was naïve of me to think he wouldn’t keep trying.

I pulled into her parking garage behind the shop and parked. I didn’t see any cars, but I didn’t expect to. It was hours earlier than when the shops usually opened. I looked at my watch and smiled when I realized we made great time without traffic. It’d been too long since I made an unexpected move and showing her again how much I loved her was going to start immediately.

She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Thanks for the ride.”

I turned and met her lips. She smiled at first, but placed her hand on my chest when I leaned in and deepened the kiss. Afraid she was going to pull away before I was ready, I placed my hand behind her neck and held her to me as I slid my tongue farther into her open mouth.

“I have to go.” She tried to pull away a little and I followed her, leaning into her side of the car.

“Mm-hmm.” I kissed her again as my hand went up her thigh and disappeared under her skirt. “You’ve still got some time. You don’t have to be early to everything.”

“Oh.” She gripped my shoulders as I moved her underwear to the side and rubbed her clit. She was so wet. The fact she could get turned on so much by a kiss amazed me. She had the same affect on me.

“I should drive you more often.” I kissed her neck as I moved my fingers faster against her clit. “What are you doing tomorrow morning?”

“Fuck tomorrow morning. I need you now.” She reached over and rubbed her hand over my crotch. “We need to make this fast. Recline your seat.”

I chuckled as I kissed her once more and sat up, going back to my side of the car. I wanted to get her off, but I didn’t intend to take it that far. The parking garage may have been empty for the moment, but I wouldn’t put her into that type of a position to be caught. I only wanted to get her to think about me all day. We’d have crazy sex at home.

“No, you’re going to be late. Meet your client, think about what you’re going to do to me tonight, and try to keep your hands off me when I pick you up after work.”

I flashed a smile at her, but I never expected her to push me back into my seat and straddle my lap. She slipped her hand down next to the seat, and I looked around as my seat reclined.

“You started this, Mr. Chase.” She licked her lips.

I raised my eyebrows and looked out the window once more before I was completely laid back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her when the seat stopped moving. Was she really going to have sex in the car?

She reached down and unfastened my pants. I guess she was. I covered her hands. “Soon-to-be-Mrs. Chase, are you serious?”

She leaned down and kissed me. “Very. I need you to take care of what you started. I can’t meet a man alone in my boutique while I’m all hot and bothered.”

“If you’re trying to make me jealous, it’s working.” I finished unfastening my pants as she worked on the buttons on her top. I loved everything about her, but her breasts were perfect. She knew how much I loved watching them bounce when she rode me.

My breath caught as if it was the first time I’d seen her when she unclasped the front of her bra. My mouth was watering. I needed a taste, but I couldn’t stop watching as she pinched and rolled her nipples to make them come to life. I gripped my dick and jerked off as I watched her press her breasts together and pinch her nipples again. I couldn’t take it.

I sat up to kiss her breast, causing her to fall back onto the steering wheel and honk the horn. She screamed as it startled her. “I’m going to be so late.” She laughed. “We’re so bad at this.”

I chuckled but sucked on her nipple as I pulled her further down my lap. She batted my hand away as she got her hips closer to mine and grinded on me. Feeling her wet panties was going to send me over the edge. I needed to get a condom on and get inside of her soon.

She adjusted her legs to move into a better position while I rolled the condom on. I lay back and enjoyed the show as she moved her underwear to the side with one hand and guided me with the other. Laney sank down and placed her forehead on my shoulder. “I love you so much.”

Before I could say it back, she sat up and moved her hips, testing out how high she could go before she hit the top of the car. It was high enough. I placed my hands on her legs and rubbed the inside of her thighs with my thumbs. She was killing me with the small moves, but if she went too fast, I was sure to lose it.

She placed her hand on the door and rolled the window down when she leaned on it. She didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes were closed and she was focused on moving her hips. I licked my lips as I watched her breasts move more the faster she went, but I didn’t want to sit up and break the spell she was in. She needed the release as much as I did.

I slid my hand up her thigh and placed my thumb on her clit. I knew just having the added pressure would be enough to get her to go faster. I’d start moving my thumb when she was riding me as fast as I needed her to.

“Oh, do that circle thing you do.” She glanced down at me. “Please?”

I kept my thumb in place touching her clit, but it was still her body movements that caused her clit to run over my thumb. I knew what move she was talking about, but she needed to get a little higher on that ledge before I pushed her over it.

I tried to keep the smile off my face when she moved faster. The hand on the other seat was moved to the top of the car. She needed a buffer not to go through the roof. “Oh, please.”

As soon as she clenched her walls around me, I moved my thumb. It was just simple circles, but the pressure and speed varied. The closer she got, the faster I went. I moved my thumb faster, placed my head back on the headrest, and looked up to the ceiling. If I wasn’t careful, I’d lose it before her.

“Oh, yes. Yes, this.” She whimpered. “This feels so good. Don’t stop.”

I looked at the hand still holding down the window button and saw her nails were trying to dig into the door. It wouldn’t take much to put her over the edge.

I moved my hand faster and felt as if I’d shake the whole car, but I didn’t dare stop. “Fuck. Fuck.” I was close, too.

The hand on the door moved to my wrist as I went full speed. It shook her whole body. “Oh, God!” She moaned and hung on to my wrist. It slowed me down a little, but she still enjoyed the speed.

I sat up and looked around as I thought I heard the door to the stairway close, but I didn’t see anyone. “Did you hear that?”

“No one is out there.” Laney was out of breath. “Please, don’t stop.”

I looked around once more, and satisfied that I didn’t see anyone, I lay back to finish the job. She was still moving her hips, but had taken over rubbing her clit. I gripped her hips and moved her faster.

“Oh, yes. Don’t stop.” I lifted her up a little and powered my hips into her. She leaned forward and gripped my shoulders. “Fuck me.”

I wanted to flip her over and really fuck her, but that would have to wait. I moved one hand back to her clit and rubbed two fingers over it. I needed her to climax. I was getting too close.

“Yes.” She bit her lip. “Just like that.” Her legs started to shake, so I moved my hips and my fingers faster. She shot up, placed both hands on the ceiling, and rode me hard. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

Her back arched when her orgasm hit and her pussy gripped me, sending me over the edge with her. “Shit.” I took my hand off her clit when her arms relaxed and dropped from the ceiling, and gripped her hips again.

“Fuck, Lane,” I growled as I thrust through the rest of my orgasm. “Fuck.”

She laughed as she lay down on my chest. “I think I’m changing my hours.”

* * *

I was going to hell for what I was about to do. It didn’t matter. I’d sealed my fate to hell a long time ago. I’d never make it right, nor did I want to. If I hadn’t already put so much into planning what was about to go down, I’d palm my cock and take care of the twitching bastard in my pants.

Watching the bitch fuck her fiancé in the front seat of his piece of shit car was the highlight of the whole thing. That and the money I’d be paid once she conformed.

I wish I had a smoke.

Smoking and whacking off were rookie mistakes. I couldn’t leave any evidence behind that I was standing in that parking garage. A careless butt or wayward spray of my self-pleasure would be a surefire way to go back to prison. I’d die before I went there, and that little tart wasn’t worth dying over.

I’d use the image after she was settled at my place and find the release I needed after I took her. I was torn between looking at her breasts and her face. Her man must have had one hell of a dick to get that kind of a reaction out of her because he sure as hell was letting her do all the work. A woman like her needed to be fucked well instead of being the one doing the fucking.

Listening to her near orgasm made my dick twitch even more. “Oh God!” I watched as she sat up straighter with one hand on the ceiling of the car and the other rubbing her clit if the way her arm was moving was any indication.

My pants were straining to keep my erection in, but every time she cried her pleasure, the bastard wanted out to play. I needed to take care of it before meeting with her. There was no way I could walk in there with a hard-on that strong. I’d fuck her right on her counter and show her how a real man fucked a woman like her.

I needed to find a bathroom, and quick.

* * *

I must have straightened my skirt a million times. I didn’t know what had come over me in the car, but I liked it. I smiled as I remembered how shocked Bryce was when we were finished. It was the best sex we’d had in a long time. I was happy he still had a condom for easy cleanup. We stopped using them when we wanted to get pregnant. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. It wasn’t the time to think about it.

Sex was good with him, but lately we were too stressed about everything to really enjoy ourselves. I hoped after that morning in the car, we’d remember what it used to be like with us. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He was my first and only, so I was eager to catch up to what everyone had already done by my age, but my father’s antics and the difficulties in having a baby sucked the fun out of our sex life.

My father didn’t like him. Of course, my father didn’t like anyone who was on the up and up, as he called it. Everyone had a price for their morals, and if he couldn’t find it within the first few minutes of meeting you, then he thought you were after him.

Bryce wasn’t like that. He was someone who just wanted to enjoy life and wanted to make life better for others. It was why he worked so hard to become a teacher. He wanted a hand in shaping the future. Because of my father, he’d never get the chance.

My father said he didn’t hire that family to make the allegations, but after the police interviewed them and started the investigation, they could never be found again for follow up. The damage had been done and Bryce’s career ruined.

My father seemed to be saying all the right things to get back in my good graces, but he’d yet to prove he was serious about his promises. I hadn’t heard from him since the dinner when I demanded he respect us or leave me alone, so I wasn’t sure how to take it. Our life together would be calmer without my father, but it wasn’t like my father to give up.

As I looked around the boutique where I got to work with my passion every day, it made me feel worse for what had happened to the man I loved. Sometimes I thought he would’ve been better off without me, but I was too selfish to give him up.

The bell rang above the door, and I turned to the man I assumed was there for the appointment. I put on the fake smile I’d perfected while growing up. No matter what was happening at home, the outside world couldn’t see it.

“Hello.” I held out my hand. “You must be Mr. Burnside. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

His dark hair was cut short, leaving me to wonder if he was in the military. It wasn’t unappealing. I looked down his broad shoulders and swallowed. He was bigger than any other man I’d ever met. If he wasn’t in the military, then he had to be a football player.

His large hand swallowed mine when he shook it. I wished Bryce had come in with me. I’d grown up around my dad’s hired men, but none of them were as big as the one shaking my hand. His mere presence was intimidating, but his deep voice demanded respect and attention.

“It’s nice to meet you, Laney.” He didn’t crush my hand when he shook it, but I could feel the power in his grip. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

His tone was soothing and helped to calm my nerves a little, but I still took my hand back as quickly as I could. I turned to take him to the section of dresses requested when the appointment was made. However, his voice wasn’t on the end of that call. I would’ve remembered it.

“I was told you wanted a long and flowing dress for the gift. Is that right?”

“Yes, please.”

I smiled when he said please. A big man like that didn’t have to be nice, but I was impressed to hear manners. It made me think he didn’t use his size to get what he wanted.

I stood in front of the rack and felt him step up behind me. My breathing picked up. He didn’t touch me or make any move to do so, but his body was too close. I needed a little distance.

“Is there a certain color you’re looking for?”

He stepped around me and placed his hand out in front of the dresses. “May I?”

I nodded and backed up for the space I needed, but it seemed he took up a lot of the boutique no matter where he stood. I looked at his back as it covered most of the rack and wondered what he did for a living. I stepped back a couple of more steps when he turned around.

“Would you mind placing these under your chin? You’re the perfect height for my sister, and I’d like to see how long they are.”

“Of course, I’d be happy to.” I stepped forward and took the first dress he handed me, folding the hanger backward toward my body so it didn’t distract him. I wanted him to only see the red dress as it was intended to be seen.

He shook his head and exchanged it with a sapphire color. He rubbed his chin but didn’t seem happy. He took the blue dress, handed me a green dress with a low neck line, and narrowed his eyes when I placed it up to my chin.

“Is there something wrong?”

He looked up to my eyes and shook his head with a pained expression. “I’m not sure I want to see that much of my sister’s chest.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. I was so tense from being in the boutique alone with him that the lighthearted moment took me by surprise. He was a regular man with the same thoughts every guy had. Only, he happened to be much, much bigger than any man I’d met before. The only reason his size intimidated me was because I allowed it.

His smile when I laughed was beautiful. He took off his sunglasses, and the crinkle around his eyes made him look smaller and more human. His eyes were the brightest green I’d ever seen. He was nothing more than a big teddy bear. His sister was a lucky woman.

“I’m sure the green would look wonderful on my sister, but I’m going to go with the blue.”

“If she has beautiful green eyes like you, the green would be stunning.” I cleared my throat. I never talked like that with clients, but his eyes were beautiful. “I think the blue is an excellent choice.” He never told me the occasion that required such a dress, but I hoped it fit well. “I’m sure she’ll be excited to wear this for whatever it is you’re attending.”

“It’s a party she’s required to go to for work. She’s roped me in to going because she doesn’t want to go alone, and she’s been through her closet three times. I can’t stand a fourth night of that.”

I took him to the register. “Finding the perfect dress is difficult for some events. I’m sure she’ll love this.” I placed it on the hanger behind me and grabbed the plastic bag to cover the dress with.

“You’re right.” He walked back over to the dresses and picked up the red and green dresses he looked at earlier. “I think she should choose what she thinks is the perfect dress, and she’ll have the other two so she doesn’t have to go through this again when another party comes up.”

“That’s very nice of you, but each dress is—”

“I saw the tags. I know how much they are.”

“I didn’t mean to imply you didn’t see or that you couldn’t afford it.” I cleared my throat. The price wasn’t what I was referring to. “I’m sure you know your sister, and certainly better than me since I’ve never met her, but do you think she’d like to have a simple dress to choose from, as well? You can put the one that showed too much cleavage back and pick up a more simplistic dress that maybe she’d be more comfortable in.”

“My sister likes turning heads. All her dresses are simplistic, as you put it, and she needs more like these.”

“Very well, then. I’ll get them sacked up and ready to go for you.”

He tossed a stack of hundreds onto the counter. “That should be enough to cover it. I’m going to pull my car up to the front so I don’t drag the dresses on the ground.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he walked out. I shook my head and finished preparing the dresses.