Four Week Fiance 2(18)

“Are you okay with that?” He leaned back and looked at me. “Or will you consider me an *?”

“I don’t think you’re an *.”

“I just want to make sure. I remember in your Operation Condor handbook, you had something about sex in a car. I wasn’t sure if sex over a car was the same.”

“Oh, my God.” My face grew redder. “That’s how you knew? You saw my notebook?”

“Maybe.” He laughed and then nodded. “I read it once.” He grinned. “I was waiting to see if you were ever going to make a move on me in the back seat of a car. I was disappointed that you never did.”

“Oh, my God, I could die,” I squealed as I desperately tried to remember exactly what I’d written in the notebook. I know I had several seduction techniques in there that I’d never used, but I couldn’t remember what else I might have written about.

“It’s not that bad.” He laughed and then winked. “Now I can help you live out some of your fantasies.”

“Those weren’t my fantasies,” I protested as I continued to squeeze his hardness.

“What were they, then? He grunted and thrust himself into my hands.

“They were what I thought would be your fantasies,” I admitted, slightly embarrassed.

“You wanted to make my fantasies come true?”

“Yes.” I nodded and cried out as he spun me around and pushed me over the hood of his car. “TJ?”

“Shh, we’re making one of my fantasies come true,” he said and I felt him sliding his zipper down behind me, before pulling my dress up and to the side.

“TJ?” I gasped as I felt the cool air hit my behind. “Should we be doing this here? What if someone sees us?”

“That’s why we have to be quick.” He grunted and I felt him thrust inside of me deep and hard.

“Ooh,” I cried out as he filled me up. I fell forward and I moaned as he thrust in and out of me quickly. The car metal was cold against my collarbone, but TJ was warming me up from inside.

“Oh, Mila, you’re so wet for me. You were so wet and ready for this, weren’t you?”

“TJ.” I moaned out his name, unable to say anything else as I felt an orgasm building up. I couldn’t believe I was letting him f*ck me in the parking lot, where anyone could see us, but that was part of being with TJ— the excitement, the danger, it was all an added plus. He lived life on the edge, every single day, and I was starting to enjoy that as well.

“Mila.” He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, over and over again, so that I could barely breathe. His cock felt so deep inside of me that I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. “I’m going to come.” He groaned and I allowed myself to let go completely in the last few thrusts. He collapsed on top of me after we came, and we just lay there on the car for a few seconds before he stepped back, pulled me up and straightened my dress back down.

“I want you to move in with me tomorrow,” TJ said as he held me close to him. “I need to have you around all the time.”

“I know, you already said that before.” I panted, not wanting to think too much into it, as my body was still riding high on my orgasm. I didn’t want to grow hope that he wanted me close because he was falling for me. “But I can’t move in tomorrow. I still need to pack and get my stuff together.”

“The day after?” He frowned.

“A few days.” I laughed and touched the side of his face lightly as he pouted. “I’ll move in, in a few days.”

“Good,” he said and then kissed me on the forehead. “That’s settled then.”

“Then you can have your wicked way with me whenever you want,” I said teasingly, though I wasn’t really joking.

“Yup.” He winked and leaned over and bit down on my lip. “Whenever I want,” he said as he looked into my eyes. “Just as long as you’re willing.”

I’m always willing crossed my mind, but instead I stayed silent and just smiled at him. Confusion and lust were invading my mind and I was starting to get caught up in the fog of emotions that TJ had always brought to my life.

“Let’s go back inside.” He smiled and held my hand and we walked back into the party with huge grins on our faces.





Chapter Four

TJ


One Year Ago



“I need you to go to Paris tomorrow, sign the contract for the Hatcher deal.” My dad looked up at me, a small frown on his face. “And see if you can get them to include the patents from their glamour manufacturers.”

“Tomorrow?” I frowned at him. “I can’t go tomorrow.”

“You have to fly out tomorrow, so you can sign the contract the following day.”

“I can’t go tomorrow.” I shook my head, not wanting to tell him why.

“TJ, this isn’t a discussion. You’re going tomorrow.” My dad was looking at me with narrowed eyes.

“I have something to do on Friday,” I said. “You’ll have to go.”

I watched as my dad pursed his lips. He didn’t like being disobeyed.

“Why can’t you go?” he asked me, his lips thin.