The Ex Files (Ocean View #1)(76)

Epilogue





-Cassie—

This seems like a bad idea but also a really, really, really good one.

Bad because if anyone but him finds me, it will be hard to explain.

Good because…

Headlights are coming over the hill, shining in the dark night sky of the thankfully now warm summer air. Headlights I can now recognize, although I’m no expert. They slow as they approach me, pulling over so I can see the lettering on the side of the truck.

A truck I recognize.

The window goes down and the interior light switches on, illuminating Luke’s worried face.

“Cass, is that you? Jesus, are you okay?”

He’s adorable when he’s like this, worried about me, protective and slightly overbearing.

In another life, another time, I’d find it annoying. Frustrating. Suffocating. But with Luke? It’s just.. him. It’s us.

“Yeah, it’s me.” I try to make my voice sultry, but honestly, I probably just found a weird mix of nervous and excited.

“Is everything okay? I’m on a call, gotta pick up a disabled car.”

He’s adorably obtuse.

“I know.”

“You know?” The door to the truck pops open, and he hops out, the drop now small, and he bends to the open passenger side window and pokes his head in to see me.

“I’m the disabled car. And I really, really need your assistance.” Oh my God, cringe. That sounded way hotter in my head. Out loud, it sounds like a cheap porno.

“What the…” His eyes roam my body, over the lacy, barely there cups of the balconette bra. The interior light I finally flicked on shows the rosy shadow of my nipples, my bare stomach. His eyes move to the curve of my waist where a garter belt sits, the straps leading to thigh-high stockings and red bottom heels so high, even I, who wears heels near religiously, almost can’t walk in them. My underwear are a pretty pair of cheeky boy shorts and in the back seat is a short silky robe, just in case someone other than Luke stopped me. At least I kind of thought ahead.

It was actually Gabi’s idea—sweet, innocent, virginal Gabi, who I found out is absolutely obsessed with trashy romance novels.

“You should totally recreate the first time you guys met.”

“What?” I said absentmindedly as I swiped through the men I’d matched with on one of the many dating websites I use. Gabi is now helping me with the dates, so I have more free nights during the week and we can get more clients in the door. Every Monday night, instead of our AM session going over tasks and dates, we get Chinese and don our sweats and drink wine at one of our apartments while we chat business. Mostly. She’s become my best friend, and as much as I refuse to tell him because his ego is already big enough, I know Luke is to thank for it.

“The first time you met. When you had the flat? You should recreate it.” She takes a large sip of her wine before staring at me with a big, devious smile. “But sexy.”

“What?”

“Like, wear lingerie or something. Then he can come to help you and boom—you can... you know. Do it.”

“Do it?”

“You know—do it.” Although I’ve determined 100% of her books are filled to the brim with complete smut, she blushes at anything even vaguely sexual in nature.

“It doesn’t actually work like that, Gabs.”

“But it could.”

“How?” And that was how we went down a strange, giggly rabbit hole consisting of us shopping for lingerie and planning the day for my mission.

Now I’m sitting on the side of CR 324 in the dead of night while my boyfriend stares at me nearly naked.

“Surprise?” I say, suddenly self-conscious. Maybe this is an absolutely horrible idea. Actually, no maybe about it. It is a bad idea. Terrible, even. Perhaps my worst ever.

“Please, please, tell me this means I can live out the daydream of fucking you on your car out here.”

Or maybe it isn’t a bad idea.

“Your daydream?” He leaves the window, moving back into the truck, and I’m... concerned. This is bad, right? But then he’s moving the truck, angling it so it’s blocking the car, and shit, shit, this is a good sign. He hops out , jogging around to the driver’s side with a mischievous smile on his face as he stops in front of my door and flings it open. He leans forward into my car and unbuckles my seat belt before he pulls me out, pressing me to the side of my car and lining his body to mine.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart. That day I found you on the side of the road? Couldn’t think of anything for days but you bent over this car taking my cock.” My pussy throbs, his warm body pressed to mine, scruff scratching my neck as he moves my hair aside.

“Did you really?”

“Are you gonna make that dream come true?” he whispers, ignoring my question.

Part of me wants to say no. Wants to tell him to meet me at home and we can continue this because this is a terrible idea. But the other part… I nod. He groans, deep in his chest, reverberating to my own, and his lips are on mine, kissing and nipping until I’m grinding against him, nearly nothing between us but his work pants. His hips are pressing me to the car, and he’s already hard, grinding against me and making me moan with the feeling. Thirty minutes waiting in my car, all I could think about was this moment, priming me and getting more and more excited for what may come. And now…