Chapter 5

“Don’t stop,” I sigh.

She holds me tight for a moment, breathing in my scent. Then she nips at my earlobe before pulling back. I grip the lapels of her suit jacket to keep her close.

Tenderly Meredith kisses the tip of my nose, then takes my wrists and unfastens my hands from her jacket. “Dinner first, honey,” she says, coy.

I pout as I push myself away from the back of her car. “I thought you were hungry for me.”

She gives me a playful smack on the ass. Even through my dress and panties, I feel the sting. “Baby, I am. But you’re dessert.”

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We take her car, as I thought we would—it’s flashy and sleek, and riding in it with the top down makes me feel incredibly sexy. It’s hot out, too hot for the convertible, really, but Meredith turns on the air conditioner, as well, which creates a cold air bubble around us. “Isn’t it kind of a waste to run the A/C with the top down?” I ask.

Meredith laughs. “Just because we want to lookcool doesn’t mean we can’t becool, too.”