by Liza James
Epilogue
“Whoa, Tammy wasn’t lying. That thing is huge.”
Will chuckled as he snuggled Sherri against his side. “Come on, Tiger. I promised you a sweet ride, and that’s what you’re gonna get.” He released her and climbed onto the brand new riding lawn mower his friend had proudly purchased just that afternoon. “Hop up.” He patted his lap and wriggled his eyebrows.
Sherri giggled. She caught the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth, then cast a quick glance toward the door that led back into the house. “Tammy and Mike could come looking for us any minute.” She still marveled over the fact that her best friend’s husband worked for Will. Talk about fate.
“Sure they could. But that’s part of the excitement.” Will leaned back and spread his legs to a more comfortable position. “Now get your sweet little ass up here. If we’re quick about it, we can come before they do.”
With a snicker, Sherri climbed up and swung her leg over so that she straddled his lap. It amazed her that they’d only met a few hours ago, yet were already about to embark on their second sexual encounter.
“Now this is more like it,” Will whispered as he cupped her face and pulled her down for a toe-curling kiss.
Sherri slid her arms around his neck and wiggled against the iron rod straining the front of his jeans. Will broke off the kiss with a soft growl. “Slide back a little so I can free Mr. Happy.”
She giggled again. “I don’t know…maybe we should head back to my place and my big comfortable bed.”
“Come on, Tiger, where’s your sense of adventure? Doesn’t the fear of getting caught make you wet with excitement?”
Truth was—it did. She was every bit as turned on as she’d been at the haunted house. Grinning, she slid back until she was straddling his spread knees. “Okay, but we have to hurry. The excitement of getting caught is one thing. Actually getting caught would suck big time.”
Will chuckled as he made quick work of opening his jeans and pulling out his thick shaft. Sherri leaned forward and wrapped both hands around it. “Well, hello, big boy. Fancy meeting you here.”
“He wants you to give him a kiss, but he’s too shy to ask.”
Sherri laughed. Stroking his fat cock slowly, she bent forward and pressed her lips to the swollen head, then swirled her tongue, capturing the drop of moisture that wept from the tip. Will leaned back and worked his jeans down to his hips, freeing his balls as well. Sherri cupped his sac and squeezed gently while sucking his thick head into her mouth.
“Mmm, yeah, just like that. Suck hard.” Will speared his fingers through her hair and applied just the slightest bit of pressure to the back of her head. Sherri worked his cock up and down, using her lips, teeth and tongue to drive him wild—licking, nibbling, sucking.
With a muttered, “Holy fuck,” Will slipped his dick from her mouth. “Lose the panties and sit on my lap.”
Feeling oh-so-sexy, Sherri held his gaze while she swayed her hips and slowly, seductively, pulled up her skirt. Will reached out and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and worked them down her legs. He lifted one stiletto-clad foot and raised it to rest on his thigh. After removing her panties, he stuffed them in his front jean’s pocket and trailed his hand up the back of her calf, the inside of her thigh, until he’d reached her throbbing core. He met her gaze as he slid his fingers between her slick folds.
“So wet for me. And so damn hot.”
Sherri’s nipples tightened and blood rushed to her swollen clit. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hard length impale her to the hilt. “Because I want you so much. I’ve never wanted a man—needed a man—the way I want and need you.”
Will smiled, his eyelids heavy with desire. “And I’ve never craved a woman the way I do you.” He slid one finger into her tight channel, then two, stroking in and out, driving her absolutely wild. “I can’t wait to be inside you again.”
Sherri bit her bottom lip, her head falling back on her shoulders as she rocked her hips in beat with his pistoning fingers. They’d just had the most incredible sex of her life a mere hour ago, yet she wanted him again with a ferocity that astounded her.
Cursing softly, he produced a condom and quickly sheathed himself before pulling her over his spread thighs to straddle his lap. He held her gaze as he cupped her ass cheeks and guided her down his thick, wet pole. Sherri bit back a moan. “Now ride me,” he murmured, releasing her ass. He slipped his hands beneath her blouse to pluck at her nipples. “Fuck me hard.”
Gripping his shoulders, Sherri did as he asked, working her way up and down his turgid length, moving faster and faster as her inner walls relaxed. Her hot cream made each stroke smoother than the last. They groaned in mutual ecstasy until Will grasped her hips and stopped her. Sherri met his gaze with a frustrated lift of her brow, her clitoris throbbing painfully.
He stood up and spun them around to face the door leading back into the house, then bent her over the steering wheel, straddling the seat, her ass in the air. He slicked his finger in her wet folds, then drew it up to her throbbing rosette and slipped inside a half inch or so.
She sucked in a breath.
“Mm-mm, the things I’d do to you if we had the time.”
Oh, God. “Tease.”
Will’s chuckle was strained. “Don’t tempt me. The thought of fucking you in the ass has my balls so tight I can barely think straight. But it’ll have to wait till next time. Right now I just want to ride you like the Tiger you are.”
Before she could respond, Will guided his cock to the opening of her heat and slid home in one quick stroke. Sherri moaned with the impact. She closed her eyes and clamped down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Will clutched her waist and pumped his hips, taking her so hard and fast, Sherri couldn’t hold back. She groaned softly with each thrust, her hands clutching the steering wheel for dear life.
Sweet release was only moments away when the distinct rattling of the doorknob cut through the sound of their mingled groans. Sherri tensed, but Will’s thrusts became faster, deeper. He reached around and plucked at her swollen clit. Oh, god, Oh, god, Oh, god—
“Hey, Sherri? Will? You guys in there?”
Shit! Sherri nearly sobbed her frustration at the sound of Tammy’s voice.
Will worked her distended nubbin with one hand while biting the back of her neck. She was on the brink of orgasm…so close….so fucking close!
“They must have left. Have you got your keys on you? I need to check the car for my wallet.”
Sherri glared at the door. They had to look for Mike’s stupid wallet now?
Will pinched her clit and one of her nipples just as she heard a key being worked into the lock on the door. Lightning raced from one nerve ending to another. The pressure built between her legs until she thought she might faint from the pleasure.
“Hurry, baby, come for me,” Will growled in her ear. “They’re gonna swing that door open any second.”
Sherri arched her neck and bit her lip as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced imploded inside her.
Will clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries of satisfaction. Straining, moaning, their bodies rocked together hard and swift. With no time to bask in the afterglow, they barely managed to get their clothes in order before the door swung open. Tammy and Mike froze just inside the doorway, their deer-in-the-headlights expressions surprisingly comical as they realized the garage was indeed occupied.
Sherri had to bite back a grin as the men exchanged macho grins and head nods. Will wrapped his arms around her from behind and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
A slow smile spread across Tammy’s face, and she covered her mouth to smother a chuckle.
Sherri knew her face had to be three shades of red, but she also felt more liberated than she had in…forever. And wow, did it feel good. “Hey, Will’s right.” She patted the seat of the lawnmower. “This is one sweet ride you got here.”
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1 Liza James
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Unleash Your Naughty Little Devil…
Also by Liza James…
HOT FOR TEACHER
High school teacher Tessa Marshall is at a club with her sister celebrating her 40th birthday when the hunk of her dreams walks through the door. He’s tall, dark, and oh-so handsome. He’s also ten years her junior, which makes him the perfect candidate for a night of smokin’ hot birthday sex. Only it quickly becomes apparent the man is special, which scares the hell out of her since nothing can ever come of it. With regret, she slips from the room while he’s sleeping, intending to never see him again.
Scott Chapman is captivated by the beautiful Tessa, and though he swore off relationships several years ago, he finds himself instantly drawn to the blonde stunner. He takes her back to his hotel room for the birthday night of her life, and soon realizes their connection is deeper than he’d imagined. When he wakes up the following morning and discovers her gone, he’s disappointed. They both find out, however, that fate has a mind of its own.
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“Ms. James is a magnificent storyteller and she doesn’t disappoint her readers with the storylines and characters she creates. If you are looking for a short, hot, sexy read to fit into your hectic schedule, this one is the perfect fit for you!”
~ Reviewer Top Pick/5 Hearts, Diana Coyle – Night Owl Reviews
About the author:
It’s been more than 20 years since I read and fell in love with my very first romance novel. I’d been vacationing in Michigan’s beautiful Upper Peninsula with my sweetheart (now my husband) and his family when I followed his mother into a used bookstore. I came across a couple of Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novels and decided to pick them up for my mom, who had always been a huge fan. The ride home was long, and I ended up reaching into the little paper bag to pull out the well-read copy of The Wolf and the Dove. By the time we arrived home, I was completely—and I mean completely—hooked. A romance reader had been born!
These days I live in a renovated old schoolhouse in beautiful Northeast Wisconsin with my husband and children. I’m an avid gardener and home-canner, as well as an admitted reality TV junkie. My passion to read is only exceeded by my passion to write, so when I’m not doing the wife and mother thing, you can usually find me sitting at my computer creating exciting new characters, fresh new worlds, and always happily-ever-afters.
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