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In the end, the younger members got their way: The Bishop-Clairmont scion was going green. Composting had been established at Les Revenants and Sept Tours, single-use plastic was out, and Marthe’s garden had been expanded. While vegan vampirism was a biological impossibility (the twins assured me that they’d thoroughly researched the issue), everything non-blood in our diets was now plant-based. In their latest coup, Becca and Philip had finally convinced their father to give up his beloved Range Rovers in favor of more eco-friendly modes of transport.
“Baldwin takes a helicopter to the other end of Manhattan. I hardly think my consumption is the issue here,” he grumbled.
“You know the they’re in Baldwin’s ear, too,” I said. We’d had a version of this conversation every day for the past week, as we test-drove hybrids and arranged the sale of Matthew’s gas-guzzling fleet. We were halfway to the dealership in the last of his behemoth cars, preparing to exchange it for the newest electric-powered model.
“They’re relentless,” he replied, running a hand through his hair. “They’ll be after the jet next.”
They were already after the jet, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.
“Range Rover doesn’t make a fully-electric model yet, and even when they do, it’s going to consume a lot more energy than anything else on the market. You’re just going to have to adjust. This is very important to your children. Even Marcus is on board.”
“Marcus has been salivating over Teslas for years,” Matthew groused. “His siblings’ obsession with green living was just a convenient excuse to purchase one.”
This was going nowhere. I tried a new tactic.
“Don’t you want your children to still have a world to inhabit in a hundred years, or a thousand?”
An annoyed sniff told me I’d made my point. I reached for his hand.
“My love, you’ve adjusted to much bigger changes in your life,” I said. “This will feel easier in time.”
Matthew sighed, squeezing my hand. “But I have other reasons for preferring a large vehicle,” he said, a glint in his eye.
“Oh? And what are those?”
“You’re about to find out, Dr Bishop.”
Uh oh. He knew what using my title did to me.
“Matthew…”
“Patience, mon coeur,” he purred, pulling the car off the road and into a grove of trees. I barely registered his movements as he switched off the engine, opened his door, and then lifted me out from my side. He scooped me into his arms like a princess, clicking the button on the car’s remote that opened the trunk.
When we reached the back of the car, he shifted me in his arms so that my legs wrapped around his waist and kissed me very thoroughly.
“That was nice,” I breathed, when he let me up for air. “But what does it have to do with the car?”
“Always so impatient,” he murmured, kissing me again.
Without breaking the kiss, he stepped closer to the open car boot and hoisted both of us inside. His mouth briefly left mine as he adjusted the seats so that they lay flat. Oh.
He must’ve caught the scent of anticipation spiking in my blood because he was on me faster than I could blink. He laid me down against the folded seats so that he could reach back and close the hatch door.
“I see your point,” I said, gasping as his hands moved under my shirt.
“Do you, Dr Bishop?” His eyebrow lifted. “Then perhaps we don’t need to complete the experiment?”
“Don’t be an ass,” I replied, pulling his lips back to mine. I felt him smile against my mouth as he lifted the hem of my shirt, fingers trailing up to tease at the edges of my bra. I gasped when his mouth left mine to kiss and nip along my jaw, then my neck.
I reached for the button on his trousers, then the zip, sliding them down his legs. He groaned into my neck when my fingers brushed against his erection. I wrapped my hand around him, suddenly desperate to feel more of him.
“Diana—fuck that’s good—“
I slid my hand up and down, and he lost some of his usual control—the illicit nature of what we were doing, the possibility of getting caught seemed as thrilling for him as it was for me. My clothes came off so quickly I worried, briefly, that he’d simply torn them off. But I didn’t have long to think. All coherent thoughts left my head as his mouth found my aching core.
Matthew was an excellent lover in general, but he was especially good with his mouth. Fuck, it was like heaven. Every kiss, every stroke of his tongue sent me closer and closer to the peak — but he knew how to reel me back in, too, to extend the pleasure of pursuing climax and make me beg for more.
I was begging, now, in the throes of his single-minded attention. “Matthew, please, please, I can’t, fuck fuck fuck—“
He took mercy on me, taking me relentlessly with lips and tongue, sucking and licking until I crashed into a wall of pleasure, was overwhelmed by it. I shook and cried out and locked my legs around him as the waves of climax took me. He worked me through it carefully, his mouth never letting up until I had collapsed against the floor of the car, my thighs resting limp against his shoulders. I reached down to stroke his hair, and an almost boyish grin lit up his features as he looked at me.
“Dieu, he murmured, his lips still against my centre. “You’re beautiful like this.”
I blushed as he closed his eyes and inhaled, giving me one last, long lick before rising up onto his elbows and rearranging my legs so that he could move up my body.
When did his shirt come off? I thought absently, as his mouth found my breast, and I slid my hands down his muscled back. Once again, rational thoughts left my head, as his tongue flicked over my nipple.
“Mmm,” he murmured, lifting his head, “I could live on the taste of you.”
My reply was cut off, swallowed by his searing kiss. When he let me come up for air, nipping at my bottom lip, I said, “I need you. Now.”
He answered with a growl and helped me turn over. I went willingly, bracing my hands against the folded seats as Matthew moved into position behind me. I moaned at his first thrust inside me, echoing his own deep groan of pleasure.
“Christ, Diana,” he breathed. “You’re so tight like this.”
I couldn’t answer, caught up in the overwhelming feel of him inside me.
His hands held my hips as he withdrew slowly, pulling a pathetic whine from me. I wanted more of him—hard, fast, relentless. And I knew how to make him give it to me.
“I’m yours, Matthew,” I moaned. “Only yours.”
“Fuck, Diana—“ His patience snapped, like I knew it would, and he fucked me exactly like I wanted, needed. He thrust hard, fast, and deep, every roll of his hips hitting that most sensitive spot inside me. His balls smacked against my clit, doubling my pleasure.
Matthew’s hands slid up my sides to cup my breasts, and I moaned as he pulled our torsos flush against each other, so that I was practically sitting on his lap.
“You like this, don’t you?” he panted in my ear, never letting up his frantic pace. I cried out in response as his fingers moved down my body and brushed the apex of my thighs. “You like being taken like this, where anyone might see. You like that you are the one who makes me lose control.”
“Yes,” I panted, as I felt wave of pleasure so strong that I collapsed forward again, bracing my hands on the headrests of the front seats. Matthew drew his lips up the back of my neck. I shivered.
“You fucking love it. I can hear your blood singing, begging me for more. Shall I give it to you?”
“Yes, yes Matthew, please—“
Matthew growled again. “I can’t resist you, ma lionne—hold on tight.”
I gripped the seats tighter as Matthew let the last of his restraint go, slamming into me again and again. I was lost, gone—moaning, panting, begging for more even as I fell over the edge of pleasure. I lost track of when one orgasm ended and the next began, until Matthew cried out my name again and followed me, spasming around me and in me. With one last powerful thrust, he collapsed against me, holding his weight on his elbows as we both came down from the high.
I couldn’t have said how much time passed, how long we lay tangled together before Matthew’s cool lips started moving up my neck again.
“Oh mon coeur,” he whispered. “You see why I’m reluctant to give up this car?”
I laughed, lifting my head and pushing my tangled curls out of my face. “I’ve known you for over a decade, and we have never once had sex in this car before.”
“Yes,” he conceded, “but I liked knowing that we could have.”
“Well,” I said, pulling his lips to mine, “we still have a couple of hours till the dealership closes.”
“Mmm,” he replied. “We could do a lot of things in two hours.”