Wedding Date (Dating Series Book 6)

by Monica Murphy

  My body runs hot at the thought.

  We’re quiet for the rest of the drive, until Theo finally pulls into the Safeway parking lot and pulls into the empty slot next to my parked car. “Thank you for coming with me,” he says as he shifts the car into park.

  My heart feels hollow. I hate thinking of him still being in love with Jessica. She doesn’t deserve him. I don’t either, really. He’s too good for me. Too smart, too successful, too…

  Sexy. Like, he’s perfect in bed. But maybe that was a fluke. Theo doesn’t seem like the type to go totally alpha on a woman. He’s so calm usually. The mild-mannered, financial-planning nerd who looks good in a suit.

  “I had a good time, Theo. Really.” I glance over at him to find he’s already watching me. We stare at each other, the air slowly starting to crackle between us, and it seems natural to me when I reach for him.

  Only to find he’s reaching for me too.

  Thirteen

  Theo

  I felt like a dick earlier, asking her to come back to my place. Of course she doesn’t want to. What happened last night, what happened earlier in my parents’ guesthouse when we almost got caught by Ali, none of that should’ve ever happened in the first place. It was a mistake. Kelsey and I are friends only. That’s it.

  So why does it feel so right, pulling Kelsey into my arms? Yeah, it’s sort of awkward kissing her over the center console in my car, but fuck it.

  I want her.

  I rest my hand on her cheek, slide my fingers into her thick, soft hair. Everything about her is a turn on. The taste of her lips. The little murmuring sounds she makes. Her silky hair clinging to my fingers. Her scent fills my head, making me want more, and when she settles her hand on my chest, dead center so she can feel my thumping heart, a clawing desperation ravages at the pit of my stomach.

  No way do I want to let this woman leave tonight. I need to convince her to come home with me.

  But how?

  “Jesus, Kels.” I groan when I pull away from her, hating that’s the first thing I say to her after kissing her like I need her to fucking live.

  She smiles, her eyes darkening even more than usual. This girl will be the death of me if I don’t watch it. “Do I still make you fucking crazy?”

  I nod furiously, overcome. Unable to speak.

  Kelsey reaches for the front of her dress, undoing the tiny buttons that line the front of her bodice. My breathing accelerates as she reveals more and more skin. Her cream-colored bra made of lace.

  See through lace.

  Her dark nipples poke against the fabric, hard and tempting, and I lick my lips. Lift my gaze to hers. “Come home with me.”

  My voice is terse. A command. Those dark eyes flare with heat, and she reaches inside the front of her dress, her fingers drifting across her nipple, back and forth as she catches her lower lip with her teeth for a teasing moment before she releases it. “You’re not going to touch me?”

  I frown. Is she playing some sort of game? She wiggles in the passenger seat, her skirt riding up her slender thighs, and without warning, she whips the dress up and over her head, leaving her sitting there in just her panties and bra.

  Fuck.

  “Theo?” Her voice rings with innocence, but it’s a lie. There is nothing innocent about this woman sitting beside me right now. She’s a temptress, trying to drive me out of my mind. A fantasy come to life.

  “I’ll touch you when we go back to my apartment,” I tell her, a ragged breath leaving me when she draws her index finger around her tight little pink nipple.

  “I want you to touch me now,” she demands, her voice throaty. Sexy as fuck.

  Glancing around, I see an older woman approaching with her grocery cart full of bags. If she looks to her left, she’ll spot us. She’ll see Kelsey sitting in my car in only her underwear and she’ll think we’re a bunch of perverts.

  Fuck that.

  Throwing the car into drive, I peel out of the parking spot, the older woman glaring at me as I pull out in front of her. Kelsey throws her head back and laughs, reaching behind her to unhook her bra and toss it into the backseat of my car.

  “What the hell?” We come to a stop at a red light, and I stare at her, my gaze switching between her mischievous face and her perfect tits. Those hard nipples. My mouth waters.

  I want to suck them.

  But I don’t. I’m in the fucking car, for Christ’s sake, trying to keep a cool head so I can drive home at a decent speed and not draw any attention.

  “You don’t like me taking off my clothes?” She laughs again, and I wonder what I’m witnessing right now. Where did this side come from? I know sex with Kelsey is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, but this is a whole new scenario for me.

  “I like you taking off your clothes.” I gesture around us. “But it’s a Saturday night in the middle of a busy intersection, and you’re just sitting there in your panties and nothing else. Anyone could see you.”

  She sinks her teeth into her lower lip again, her eyes big as she watches me. “You want me to take them off?”

  Holy Jesus on a stick.

  The light turns green and I press on the gas, the car lurching forward as we speed through the intersection. I’m trying my best to focus on the road ahead of me, the many cars around us, but all I can see in my peripheral is Kelsey sliding her fingers beneath the front of her panties.

  She moans.

  What the hell is she doing? I glance over at her quickly to catch that, yep. She’s touching herself. I can literally hear how wet she is.

  My dick jerks against my jeans.

  A sigh escapes her and she lifts her legs, propping her feet against the car’s dash. Her thighs are spread and she continues touching herself, her eyes falling closed.

  How am I supposed to drive when she’s looking like that?

  Unable to take it, I somehow find the sense to hit the blinker and turn right onto a residential street, pulling over to the curb in front of a random house, throwing the car in park. Her eyes open to watch me, and she’s breathing loudly, her fingers busy. I undo my seatbelt, then reach over and undo hers before I slip my fingers under her panties, pushing her hand away.

  “Oh God,” she says, throwing her head back and closing her eyes once more. I don’t understand what’s going on, or why she flipped that internal switch and decided to go into full on temptress mode, but I can’t control myself.

  I want to make her come with my fingers. Now. And when I get her home, I want to make her come with my mouth. Then I want to fuck her into oblivion and make her come yet again.

  “Faster,” she whispers, and I increase my speed, concentrating on her clit, loving how she automatically spreads her legs wider for me. Her scent fills the confines of the car, musky and sweet, and I lean in, kissing her as I continue stroking her pussy.

  I run my mouth down her elegant neck, across her chest, pulling a nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. Swear to God she gets wetter, and I pull away from her, watching my hand busily work her into a frenzy.

  “Tear them off,” she demands between panting breaths.

  I frown.

  “My panties.” She opens her eyes, her turbulent gaze meeting mine. “Tear them off of me.”

  I do as she says, twisting my hand around the thin fabric and pulling hard. They cut into her skin, she gasps when the band pinches her skin, and then the lacy cotton snaps, coming apart in my hand. I toss the panties aside, my gaze locked on her glistening pussy, my wet fingers.

  “I’m coming,” she says, just as her entire body starts to shake. “Oh God, Theoooo…”

  I don’t even know what to say. I can only watch, fascinated by her writhing body. The way her tits shake, her left nipple still damp from my mouth. The last time I fingered a girl in my car, I was still in high school.

  What’s happening now takes it to an entirely different level.

  By the time the shuddering subsides and I’ve removed my hand from her body, she’s a sa
ted, sleepy beauty. Her lids are at half-mast as she smiles at me, reaching out to run her fingers through my hair, just above my ear.

  “You’re amazing,” she murmurs.

  “You’re fucking wild,” I tell her straight out.

  She laughs. “What do you mean?”

  “Why did you just do that?”

  “You didn’t like it?” Little Miss Innocent is back, and she’s so full of shit.

  “I have a naked woman in my car. I loved it,” I say, shaking my head. “We were surrounded by people in the parking lot. On the road.”

  “Isn’t that what made it more fun?” She arches a brow.

  I don’t want to admit it, but yeah. Of course she just made the evening a hell of a lot more fun.

  “I didn’t want to wait to get back to your place. I just—want to do it now. With you. In your car.” She sits up, trying to look prim and proper, though she’s still naked. “You can drive me back to Safeway now.”

  “What? No, come back to my apartment—”

  There’s a blur of movement. Naked skin and swaying breasts, and then she’s climbing on top of me, her tits in my face and her wet pussy on top of my denim-covered dick. She wraps her arms around my neck, buries her fingers in my hair and starts kissing me.

  It’s heated in an instant, the temperature ratcheting up, our hot breath filling the car. She reaches for the front of my jeans, nimble fingers undoing the snap and zipper before she eagerly pulls my erection out.

  “You have a beautiful cock,” she whispers, and I want to laugh. I also want to puff my chest out and tell her you’re damn right.

  I do none of that. Instead I seek out the button on the side of my seat and push it back, giving us more room.

  We’re going to fuck. Right here, right now. She’s not letting up.

  “I have condoms in the center console,” I tell her as she starts to stroke me.

  “Aren’t you prepared.” Kelsey smooths her thumb around the head, gathering precome and using it to lubricate her hand. She strokes me in earnest, her pace increasing, my breaths turning ragged and just like that, I’m right on the edge. Ready to blow my wad.

  Literally.

  I scramble for a condom from the center console and somehow manage to slip it on my dick. She rears up, gripping the base of my cock as she lowers her body on top of it. She’s completely naked and I’m still clothed, and we’re parked in front of an unfamiliar house on an unfamiliar street. I don’t even know where we are.

  Kelsey slowly starts to move. Rising up, until I’m almost all the way out, before she plunges down again. Her pussy feels unreal. Hot and tight and so wet. She squeezes those inner walls around me like it’s something she practices, and holy hell, the sensation is amazing.

  She’s amazing.

  Wild.

  Completely out of control.

  Trying to drive me out of my mind.

  I don’t get it. I can’t think too much about it. I just let myself go, and sink into the pleasure.

  “Touch me,” she murmurs, and I reach for her breasts, squeezing them in my palms. Lean forward and lick one, then the other. “My clit.”

  I let go of her right breast and stroke her, groaning when I feel the slow drag of her pussy on my dick. This is hot. This is unbelievable. I feel like I’m starring in my own personal porn video. There’s something illicit about doing it in an unfamiliar neighborhood on a Saturday night, where anyone could catch us.

  Like the fucking cops.

  Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me? With us?

  Right on cue, a car turns onto the street, its lights flashing across Kelsey’s naked body as she rides me, offering me a quick glimpse before she’s shrouded in darkness once more. Her nipples are plump and swollen. Her normally pale skin is flushed rosy red. Her eyes fathomless, her lips damp.

  I think I’m fucking Snow White.

  “Could you come right now?” she suddenly asks, reaching down, past my hips, her fingers searching for and finding the control buttons. She sends the seat back, until we’re practically horizontal and she’s hovering above me.

  Our bodies are still connected. I glance down, watching in complete fascination as my cock disappears inside of her, only to reappear seconds later.

  “Could you?” she asks again, and I lift my gaze to find her watching me.

  I nod frantically. “Fuck yeah.”

  Her smile is slow. Almost evil. Her hips twist, and she rests her arms on my shoulders as she moves her body. Up. Down. Fast. Faster. I match her pace, my hips lifting. Thrusting deep. Fucking her just as hard as she fucking me.

  I’m close. Oh fuck, it’s going to happen. I’m going to come. Oh. Shit. Right…

  She pulls off of me and gets rid of the condom before wrapping her hand around my dick once more, jacking me so fast, I come all over her fingers. Shooting long strings of come on her breasts. She bends her head, darts her tongue out to lick at the semen dribbling all over my dick, and a downright pitiful cry falls from my lips as I watch her.

  “What are you doing to me?” I ask her once my breaths have calmed and she finds some napkins in the compartment box to clean us both up.

  That evil smile reappears. “Luring you under my spell.”

  Hell yeah she did. I didn’t fuck Snow White.

  I just fucked Maleficent.

  Fourteen

  Kelsey

  “Kelsey? Could we talk for a few minutes in my office, please?”

  I glance up from my laptop to find my boss, Alexander Wilder, standing in front of my desk, a neutral expression on his classically handsome face. I can figure people out. It’s a trait of mine that I’m proud of. But Alex Wilder? He has the same expression whether he’s happy, sad. Mad or glad.

  It’s frustrating.

  I’ve given him no reason to be pissed or disappointed in me, unless he somehow found out about my Saturday evening tryst I had with Theo, and why would he bring that up at work? He wouldn’t. He’s not inappropriate. Alex is an upstanding boss who treats everyone who works for him with complete respect.

  A complete turnaround from any other guy I’ve worked under since I was sixteen. They all wanted to get in my pants. The women who were my bosses? Hated my pretty face and judged me on sight.

  Not Alex. Never Alex. If he weren’t married to my friend Caroline, I might have a massive crush on him. But even before I knew Caroline, I didn’t have those kind of thoughts about Alex. More like I had scary respect for him.

  He’s a little intimidating sometimes.

  A non-existent crush on my boss makes me think of Theo. The man I do have a minor crush on. I still can’t explain what came over me Saturday night. I wasn’t drunk. Well, not on liquor.

  I think I was drunk on pheromones. Theo’s in particular. Being in that car with him, his scent surrounding me, I was intoxicated. Horny as hell. He wanted me to come back to his place, and I thought it was so sweet, so cute, but I didn’t want sweet and cute.

  I wanted sexy. Raw, take-your-satisfaction fucking. That’s what I got. Once we were finished, I made him drive me back to my car and I went home. Fell right asleep too. Like a little toddler worn out after a busy day.

  Theo hasn’t texted me since. I haven’t texted him either. What can I say? Thanks for indulging me? I could’ve got us into some trouble, I’m sure. But I didn’t.

  And it was worth it.

  “Sure. Of course,” I finally say when I realize Alex is waiting for my answer. I shut my laptop and rise to my feet, brushing off the front of my black pants before I round the desk and follow him to his office.

  He waits for me at the door and I walk past him, surprised when he pulls the door shut. This must be a private conversation. Most of the time when I talk to him in here, we make idle chitchat and that door is always open. He even takes important business calls with the door wide open.

  “I have nothing to hide,” he told me once, right when I first started working for him. “Unless I absolutely do not want to be disturb
ed, my door will always be open.”

  I thought that was so progressive of him. Maybe even a little reckless.

  He settles behind his desk and I sit in one of the comfortable chairs in front of it, poised on the edge of the seat, hating the nerves that suddenly sweep over me. What if I’m being fired—

  “You look scared out of your mind, Kelsey,” he says dryly. “Don’t worry. I’m not letting you go.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief and slump in my chair. “Thank God. You frightened me.”

  He chuckles and rests his hands on top of his desk, twisting his platinum wedding ring around and around his finger. I love that Caroline is my friend. His wife is one of my favorite people. And her friends took me in so easily, making me a part of their group as if I always belonged.

  I’ve never really felt like I belonged with anyone.

  Ever.

  “I have a proposal for you,” he starts, his gaze meeting mine. “Even though I’m probably a fool for making this offer.”

  I frown. “Why are you a fool?”

  “I’m a fool if you take me up on it and leave me.” He exhales loudly and grabs a pen, pointing it at me. “You’re an incredible asset to Wilder Corp.”

  I blink at him. “Thank you.”

  “And while I want to keep you here forever here at our office, I know you have the potential to climb the corporate ladder, and the only way you can do that is if you take an executive position within Wilder.” He hesitates for only a moment. “Somewhere else.”

  “Like where?” Oh, wow. This could be—exciting.

  “There are two positions that just opened up. One in Las Vegas.”

  I think of my friend Eleanor. I would interview for that position without hesitation.

  “And one in London.”

  Wait a minute. “London as in England?”

  He laughs. “Yes. London, England. The UK. Ever been there?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t even have a passport.”

  “It’s a gorgeous city. And we have a gorgeous hotel there.”

  “I’ve seen photos.” It’s beautiful, located not too far from Buckingham Palace, in Trafalgar Square.