10
Lily
Lily grasped for the door handle and pulled it open with a creak.
“You don’t lock it?” Cade gasped into her ear.
“Is that really what you’re concerned about?” she asked.
She crawled backward into the cool leather of the backseat. Cade followed and slammed the door behind him.
She could feel the harsh brush of the sequins against the soft flesh of her upper thighs and back, but already Cade had reached for her panties and began to pull them down her legs.
She opened her mouth to protest—the parking lot was crammed full of cars and she could easily see the smokers that lingered by the door—but caught sight of the bulge in his jeans and couldn’t wait any longer.
“f**k,” Cade said suddenly as she helped him slide the underwear off her stiletto-clad feet. “I don’t have a condom.
