(KRYSTAL'S POV)
"What if someone sees?" Val's voice is a hot, husky whisper against my wet lips, his green eyes wide, pupils blown with lust but flickering with sudden panic.
I pull back just enough to see his face, the sharp angles illuminated by the sickly orange glow of the parking lot lights. His red hair is a mess from my fingers. God, he's gorgeous when he's flustered.
"They won't," I breathe, leaning in to nip at his full bottom lip. I taste the faint, sharp tang of his sweat. So good. "We're not gonna get caught. You've never had car sex before, have you, Daddy?"
The name slips out, a low purr that makes his hips buck up instinctively beneath my weight. I'm straddling him, my skirt bunched around my waist, my knees digging into the leather of his backseat.
He shakes his head, a slight, almost embarrassed movement. "No. I haven't."
