Free Love Bytes by Dahlia DeWinters Page B

climax, digging her fingertips into his shoulders.
    He stood, his hands busy under her skirt as he continued to press and stroke the slick intimate flesh. Pleasurable aftershocks darted over her skin and she grabbed his hand to still it. “Are you trying to kill me?” She panted in his ear. “You’re terrible.”
    “I know,” he whispered against her neck, his lips soft and warm against her skin. Again, his mouth covered hers, tasting, and exploring even as he continued to slide his fingers against her.
    Violet stroked his thick hair, the tight curls crisp between her fingers, finding the place at the back of his neck where the hair was silky and smooth. If she could be anywhere, at any time, it would be right here. “But we can’t do it in the parking lot,” she protested.
    “Nobody’s here.” He kissed her again, flicking his tongue against hers until she couldn’t think of any reason why this wouldn’t be a good idea. She fumbled at his zipper, and gripped his erection, sliding her fingers along the hot skin.
    He shivered at her touch, reacting to her eager caress. Touching him increased her excitement, made her entire body long to be filled.
    “Hurry…hurry,” she moaned, squeezing and stroking.
    “Jesus, Vee, if you keep doing that, they’ll be no reason to hurry. Here,” he shoved the foil packet into her hands.
    With expert fingers, she ripped the foil packet open and rolled the rubber on. Francis placed both hands against her bottom, lifting and bracing her against the car. The head of his cock nudged between her legs and slid into her with a quick push, eliciting a surprised “Oh!” from her and bringing them face to face.
    Violet bit at his lip and then kissed him hard, carried away by the raw excitement of the act, the cold of the night air contrasting with his warmth.
    His body was heavy against hers, pinning her against the side of her car, each thrust deep and measured. Francis murmured against her neck, tickling her. She gasped with delight, eager for more, her inner muscles squeezing him until he moaned.
    His hips moved faster, teasing her until the sensations became unbearable. With a loud gasp, she climaxed, writhing, trapped between him and the car, a death grip around his neck.
    Francis buried himself inside her, deep, her spasms urging him to his own release.
    When they had both regained control, he lowered her to the ground, holding her firm until her legs became steady.
    They both fixed their clothes. Violet adjusted her skirt, smoothing the fabric down over her legs. “I think I liked that better than the necklace,” she said.
    He kissed the side of her face, then her lips. “Come home with me tonight, Violet.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging at her hair.
    “Francis, I can’t.” She buttoned her coat. “It’s complicated with us.”
    “It’s not that complicated.” He adjusted her scarf, tucking it into her collar. “It doesn’t have to be.”
    “When it comes to me, everything is. I have to go. Thank you so much for the necklace. I love it.” Putting a hand on either side of his face, she kissed his lips, a gentle touch. She opened her car door, slid into the seat, and started the engine.
    “Vee…” He grabbed her door before she could shut it. “You still insist on dodging me. Remember, I have a lot of patience.”
    Violet tipped her head and grinned. “That’s what I like best about you, Francis. See you in the morning.”
    He shut her door and she drove off.
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Alyssa sat down with her bottle of Coke Zero and tapped on her keyboard to bring her screen to life. She was making awesome progress on the program and a whole day left until deadline, she was more than certain that they were going to make it.
    She clicked on her working file and sat back in her chair. Alyssa stared open-mouthed at her screen for a second. She then clicked on the rest of the files she’d been working on. She rechecked the file names to make sure