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I felt the moment he tipped over. He went rigid, then he let out the sexiest moan, his cock pulsing and kicking in my hand. I kissed him through it, swallowing his cries as he shot over my hand and all over my sweater.

“Holy crap.” He let out a euphoric little chuckle and sagged against me, tucking his face against my neck. “Car sex is awesome.”

A laugh bubbled out of me at his wondrous tone.

“It so.” I kissed his hair.

“Have you ever done this before? Not with a guy, but in a car?”

“Nope.” I kissed his hair again, unable to stop touching him. “This was a first for me too.”

“It’s nice I get to be some of your firsts.” He kissed my throat and sat back.

“You’re a lot of my firsts.” I rubbed his thighs. “And not just because you’re a guy.”

I stopped myself from telling him he was the first person I’d ever loved and everything we’d done together meant so much more because of how I felt.

Now wasn’t the time for that conversation.

“Can I ask you something?” He tucked himself away.

“Of course.” I did the same.

“Do you want to spend next weekend with me?”

“Really? Like the whole weekend?”

He slid off my lap and settled on the seat next to me.

“Yeah. I thought I could pick you up after work on Friday, then we could spend Saturday together, and I could drive you to work and pick you up again after. Then we’d have all of Sunday too.”

“Yeah. I’d love that.”

Sleeping over was the one thing we didn’t do often. Our schedules were so mismatched, and sharing a bed wasn’t something you did with a casual fuck friend, so I never pushed the issue, even though I got the best sleep of my life when Hayden was next to me.

Getting two nights in a row with him sounded like heaven.

“Me too.” He pressed a soft kiss against my lips.

“I should probably get home,” I said reluctantly.

The event at work had ended at eleven, but it was after midnight now, and we both had to get up early for work in the morning.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I wish it wasn’t Sunday.”

“I know,” I commiserated. “But being half asleep on the job isn’t a good idea for either of us.”

He pushed a lock of hair back from where it had fallen over my forehead. “Being an adult blows.”

“And not in a good way,” I quipped.

He laughed. “That’s why you have me.”

“I do,” I said. Hopefully he hadn’t heard the longing in my voice.

“I think I’m going to use the doors to get back into the front. It’ll be my luck that I’d smash my knee into the horn and scare the crap out of myself.”

I snickered at the mental picture as he pushed the door open and climbed out.