Free The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing) by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page B

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    “It’s recalculating,” he told her, turning the GPS in his direction so Zoe couldn’t see it. She was content, however, to let him navigate.
    If she recalled correctly from her mapping, there was a road that bisected the national forest, then hit another road that would loop around to Ocala. It might have been the intersection they’d passed through earlier.
    “Okay, it’s coming up. Make the next right.”
    “I don’t remember a road there.”
    “Here it is.” He pointed to a break in the tree line.
    Zoe turned onto what was little more than a dirt track that curved around to run parallel to the highway through the trees. The rain obscured the street sign. “This can’t be right.”
    “It probably loops back to the main road past where the tree’s down,” Spence said reasonably. “Just keep going. We can always turn back again if it doesn’t work.”
    They bumped along through ruts filled with water, the rain a deluge on the windshield. At least the hard-packed earth, long baked in the sun, hadn’t turned to mud yet. The windows began to fog around the edges, and she turned the air conditioner higher.
    “This is ridiculous,” she said.
    “All right, turn in there.” Spence indicated a small clearing by the side of the road.
    She pulled in head first, intending to back out in the opposite direction.
    “A little more,” Spence directed.
    “What for?” She had plenty of room to back out without hitting the trees on the other side.
    “A little more,” he insisted.
    She rolled her eyes, but did what he said.
    “Now turn off the engine—”
    “What?”
    “—and get over here.” He patted his lap.
    “You’re crazy.” But her heart was starting to beat wildly. “Someone else could follow their GPS into this maze.”
    He grinned. “I seriously doubt it.” Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her close. “I wasn’t following the GPS. I saw this track when we drove by.” He kissed her hard. “So I figured we could use it while we wait for them to clear the tree.”
    “You tricked me.” She wanted to laugh.
    “Get over here,” he whispered.
    Zoe didn’t resist, scrambling over the console to tumble into his lap. “I haven’t made out in a car since I was a teenager.” Straddling him, she tucked her legs down the side of his in the seat.
    “Ever fucked in one?”
    She braced her hands on the seat behind him and shook her head.
    “There’s always a first time.” He shoved his hands up the skirt of her sundress.
    The rain battered the roof and, without air conditioning, all the windows were fogging over. With the trees surrounding them, they were in their own world. It was a tight fit in the compact—thank God he wasn’t taller—but vacuum-packed to him like this, she could feel every ridge and bulge between her legs.
    She raised a brow. “You just want some because I got an orgasm in the closet.”
    He played with the edge of her panties. “Oh yeah, I want some.” He slipped inside the elastic, caressing her slowly, maddeningly. “I want it bad.” He kissed her once, backed off. “Sitting with you in the car, smelling you, all that hot, sexy woman, yeah, I want it.”
    Holding the seatback, she rocked on him, stroked his cock with her body. He shifted, pulled his hand away, let her direct.
    “Mmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes to relish the sensations.
    He pulled down the elasticized bodice of the sundress. Her breasts spilled into his hands, and he bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth.
    An electric jolt rushed through her, straight down to her clitoris. She ground herself against him, the friction almost as good as when he’d had his hand in her panties back there in the closet.
    “Did you ever do this with one of your men?” He asked the question, then went back to tormenting her nipples.
    He completely seduced her. “No. Never like this.” Looking back on those one-night stands, they’d all been rote. The usual