Free By Appointment Only by Janice Maynard Page A

under the edge of her bra. Every time he touched her he marveled that skin could be so soft. His cock was so hard, she had to feel it under her hip.
    He bent over her and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips and stroking the inside of her mouth. She went rigid, and the nipple beneath his fingertip swelled and hardened.
    “Hannah, Hannah, Hannah . . .” He cursed himself suddenly for starting something they couldn’t finish. Even if he wanted to challenge the logistics of sex in a small car, they were in full view of anyone strolling by on the sidewalk. She was wearing a plain khaki skirt, and it took nothing at all for him to locate her skimpy panties and drag them down her legs.
    Now he could touch her intimately, and he dragged his fingers through the tiny fluff of curls at her sex. She was wet and warm, and the scent of her arousal permeated the confines of the car.
    He looked out the window, gauging the degree of privacy they had at the moment. Across the street two preteens on bikes careened by. At the corner an old man waited for a bus.
    Even as Morgan toyed with Hannah’s most intimate secrets, a patrol car appeared at the end of the street, cruising slowly, checking out the neighborhood.
    With a groan of sheer frustration, Morgan released her. “Get out of the car, Hannah. Before we get arrested.”
    She moved back to her own seat, but she stared at him with a look of mischief on her face. “Too bad you’re such a model citizen. I was hoping to give you a blow job.”
    He ground his teeth. “Upstairs, please.”
    She pouted. “No. Now. If you really want it.”
    He glanced at the patrol car. He glanced at Hannah. Her lips were red and moist and the thought of them wrapped around his boner made him shudder.
    He swallowed the gravel in his throat. “Okay. Fine. But hurry.”
    She waited until they saw the cop speak to the two young boys across the street. Then she bent at the waist and put her head in his lap. He helped her open his pants and free his penis. “This is stupidly insane,” he muttered. But knowing it and stopping were two different things.
    He kept his gaze on the police vehicle as Hannah took him in her hands and then pulled him deep into her mouth. His fingers clenched on the steering wheel. Sweet Jesus. She sucked him like a Popsicle, tugging at his shaft with a firm pressure until his balls drew up tight against his body and he gasped. “Wait. Stop. He’s looking this way.”
    She ignored him completely. Morgan started to shake. Sweat dripped from his chin. The night air was muggy and humid, and they had the windows rolled up. He felt his climax bearing down and tried to will it back. What if the cop decided to get out of his car? What if he caught the two of them engaging in lewd sex acts on a public street and issued a citation. What if . . .
    He cursed and flexed his hips as he came violently, trying desperately not to move, trying in vain to keep his eyes on the nearby car. But his body betrayed him, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he got lost in the intensity of his release.
    When he finally returned to the present, Hannah sat demurely in her seat, smiling at him with a naughty grin. Thankfully, the law-enforcement vehicle had moved off down the street.
    He took in a ragged lungful of air. “ Now can we go to your bedroom? Please.”
    Hannah was ready for Morgan to take her hard and fast. Playing with him in the car had made her hot in more ways than one. They didn’t waste time when they got in the house. He locked the door, she tossed her pocketbook on a chair, and then they raced up the steps like children, laughing and teasing each other until they landed breathlessly just inside her bedroom door.
    She sprawled on the bed, assuming an entirely unladylike position that reminded him she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Come and get me, big guy.”
    He folded his arms across his chest. “What’s your hurry?” he asked, his voice bland.
    She frowned. “Some