Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,197

cents to act them out.”

“I’m worth more than fifty cents,” she replied archly.

“Baby, you worth at least a buck-fitty.”

She laughed. “Gee, thanks.”

“Seriously, Josie. What are you so quiet about?”

“You want to know a reason why I love you so much?” she said. “Because you’d even bother to ask.”

He reached for her hand. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Believe me, Jack. There are plenty of guys who wouldn’t give a damn what their girlfriend was thinking about.”

“Girlfriend.” He snorted.

She looked at him. “What’s funny about that?”

“It just sounds funny. Girlfriend. Like we’re in junior high. Will you be my girlfriend? Yes, no, maybe. Circle one.”

“Well, whatever you want to call me, most guys wouldn’t care what I was thinking about.”

They rode in silence for a moment more. Then he said, “Lover.”

“What?”

“Lover. That’s what I’d call you. Or my woman.”

She had to look at him hard to see if he was being silly. “Your woman?”

He shot her a glance as he eased into the line of traffic entering the Pennsylvania Turnpike. “Yeah. My wo-man.”

Josie rolled her eyes, but was secretly pleased in a strange way. “Wo-man, huh?”

“Yeah, because when I see you, I say, ‘Whoa, man!’”

“Jack!” She began to laugh. “You are too much.”

He took her hand and put it near his crotch. “Never too much for you, baby.”

Just like that, she was wet for him. All it took was a simple cocky grin, a suggestive phrase, and she was imagining taking him in her mouth. A moan slipped from her mouth before she could catch it.

He glanced at her again. “Josie?”

She rubbed her fingers on the soft, worn denim of his jeans and was rewarded with a hardening bulge. “Watch the road.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid across the seat toward him. His zipper stuck but she tugged, then folded open his jeans. As usual, he wore dark boxer briefs. His erection pushed at the front, and she slid him free. He pulsed in her hand. She leaned over and took him into her mouth.

He muttered a curse that had her smiling around his cock. She sucked lightly on the tip, then slid her mouth down as far as she could. The position was awkward and she couldn’t get him too far into her mouth without his zipper branding her cheek, so she concentrated on the head. A slippery jewel of pre-come glimmered, and she used her finger to rub it into his skin.

He shifted to allow her better access. His hand cupped the back of her head. She took him deeper, then withdrew to roll her tongue around his cock head. He groaned, and she lifted her head to remind him, “Watch the road!”

“I’m watching, I’m watching. Don’t worry, I won’t do a Parenthood.”

She remembered the scene from the Steve Martin flick, when the couple crashed their van because the wife was giving the husband a blow job. “I sure hope not.”

She bent back to her task. Josie had never minded oral sex, not like some of her female friends who moaned and groaned about the effort it took to give a good blow job. Josie figured if she was going to let a man go down on her, she should at least consider returning the favor.

But sucking Jack wasn’t about returning favors. She did it for the pure and simple pleasure of it. She loved making love to him, loved giving him pleasure. She got off just knowing what she was doing was going to make him come.

The soothing noise of the engine helped her find the rhythm. She clenched her thighs together, a trick she’d mastered a long time ago to get herself off when touching herself wasn’t an option. It took a while, and it didn’t always work, but she thought right now it might.

The car rocked along the smooth pavement. Josie’s clit rubbed at the front of her panties with each squeeze of her thighs. She loved Jack with her mouth, and as the first bright sparks of orgasm began to tingle in her pussy, she felt him convulse under her tongue.

She took him as deep as she could. His hand tightened on her head. She took everything he had as her body twitched with climax. She held him in her mouth for a moment, until he let go of her hair, and then she tucked him back inside his jeans and sat back in her seat.

“That was nice.” Jack ran a hand over his head.

Josie smiled and reached across to squeeze his shoulder. “Just say whoa.”

Chapter 4

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