“It’s a good thing this park is usually pretty deserted,” he added. He didn’t know what it was that came over him in her presence, but their romps were exactly what he was looking for at that point in his life. Park sex was on the other end of the spectrum from boring. He dared anyone to call him an old man now.
“Can we, um, separate and go back to talking?”
He laughed at the termseparatebut helped steady her as she climbed off of him. She righted her panties and her dress, and he was treated to the view down the front as she leaned over to fix herself. There were two damp spots over her nipples, and he was stupidly proud of himself for doing that.
“I don’t know if walking would be beneficial at this point, but we can sit here.” She didn’t want to squish as she walked, or have anything running down her legs. She was thinking she needed to be better prepared for meeting up with him.
“Fine with me.”
Alex sat next to Grant and angled herself to look at him. She didn’t really know where to start. “So. You’re a mechanic with a sister.”
“Yes. I live alone now.” There was an awkward pause.
“I’m a high school teacher,” she said with a tinge of pride.
His eyebrows went up. “Wait, seriously? I had you pegged completely differently.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Your car, your clothing every time you came to the shop. The way you spoke to everyone like you’re used to getting what you want.” He shrugged.
“You made a snap judgment,” she accused. She shook her head. “You were way off.”
“I guess so. I was right about you being smart though.”
“Thanks.” She shot him a grin. She liked being thought of as smart. “The car is a lease. My old one finally died, and I had to replace it. I teach Algebra at Freeman High. This will be my fifth year. I was meeting my friends for drinks the day I got my oil changed, meaning I was dressed a little nicer than I normally like to be. I guess I did kind of talk down to you, so I’m sorry. You flustered the hell out of me.”
“I apologize for assuming.” He ran his hand over her temple and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “You look really good, by the way.”
Alex smiled at Grant. “What else made you think I was rolling in dough?”
“Well, the way you insisted I do a transmission flush on this year’s model. It’s normally not my place to refuse a service, but I couldn’t let you waste your money just because I hadn’t made a move on you.”
“I’m grateful for that, by the way. I used the money on a spa trip with my cousin and my friend.” It had been the perfect way to unwind and relax before the school year got crazy.
“What did you get done?” He looked over her legs and wondered if she’d waxed or something.
“Massage, facial, ate a lot of junk food. Watched girly movies.”
“Sounds fun.” He was sincere, but he wasn’t sure she knew that so he smiled and kissed her again.
“I thought about you way too much while I was gone,” she admitted to him.
“Yeah? Same here.” His grin was disarmingly sexy.
“But we’re not dating.” It was a statement, not a question. She knew it was what he wanted, she just didn’t understand it.
“For now. I want to try doing things this way.” Grant pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear and kissed her lightly. He was quickly growing addicted to kissing her.
“I’ll go along with what you want as long as we’re both happy. Okay?”
“Are you happy right now?” Grant nuzzled the skin of her neck. She smelled faintly of something, like she’d put on perfume that didn’t last. He snaked his tongue out and traced the shell of her ear.
Alex shivered. “Definitely.”
“And if I want to make out instead of talking, you’ll be okay with that?”
She swallowed as his hand wound under her skirt to stroke her upper thigh. “Uh . . .” But she couldn’t speak because he was already two fingers deep in her pussy, his thumb flicking her clit repeatedly. She grasped his forearm as he worked her expertly, playing her like a musical prodigy with his favorite instrument.
