POV: Jay

She told me to meet her at Walmart.

Not her house. Not the quiet back road we used to drive for coffee. Not even the scenic overlook we used to talk about escaping to.

Walmart.

And I knew exactly what that meant.

So I didn’t park next to her. I parked on the other side of the lot. Heart pounding, hands tight on the steering wheel, throat dry.

I could see her SUV from where I sat. Parked all the way in the back, near the loading dock—where no cameras would reach, where no casual shopper would notice anything at all. Smart. Subtle. Terrifying.

She was already there. Sitting in the driver’s seat. Her face in shadow.

I climbed out, nerves crackling. My hands were steady, but everything inside me was riot. She looked up when I approached, and even through the tinted window, I could feel it.

That look.

Not playful. Not casual.

That look.

She opened the back door without a word.

The seats were laid flat. A makeshift bed. Blankets. Pillows. Thoughtful chaos.

She had prepared for this.

I stepped in, ducking low, shutting the door behind me. The air between us was thick with everything we hadn’t said for years.

“You’re here,” she whispered.

“I told you I would be.”

Her eyes—God, those eyes—blue and burning, scanning my face like she still wasn’t sure if I was real.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said, voice shaking. “I’ve never cheated.”

I reached for her hand. She gave it to me.

“Neither have I.”

Silence stretched. Breaths shortened. Her fingers twitched in mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“I’ve wanted you,” I said. “Since the first second I saw you.”

She exhaled—sharp and broken—and launched herself into my lap.

POV: Taylor

The second his hands hit my hips, I forgot how to breathe.

Everything about this was insane.

Illegal? No. Immoral? Depends on who you ask. But forbidden? Absolutely.

I hadn’t seen him in weeks. Weeks that felt like years. Weeks of long, late-night calls and whispering our truths between what-ifs and what-shouldn’ts. And now, his mouth was on mine and my hands were already in his shirt like I was starved for him.

Because I was.

He kissed me like he needed it—rough and deep, like he was making up for every second he hadn’t touched me. My body felt electric. Unsteady. Shaking with adrenaline and heat.

I felt like I was nineteen again.

Fumbling, desperate, soaking wet before we even got undressed.

I reached down between us, hands trembling. I wanted to touch him—had to—and when I did, I gasped.

He was hard. Thick. Bigger than I’d ever imagined. So big it made me hesitate.

“Jesus,” I whispered.

Jay’s mouth moved to my neck. “I didn’t think this would ever happen.”

“I dreamed about it,” I said. “But this? Right now? I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“Then don’t wait,” he growled against my skin. “Just take me.”

POV: Jay

Her fingers were on my zipper, fumbling like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to tease me or rip me out of my pants. I let her try. Let her hands shake. Let her feel just how hard I was—how ready I’d been for her for years.

She climbed over me, straddling my lap, and kissed me so deep I saw stars. Her body fit mine like we’d done this in every past life. But when she ground down on me, we both moaned—high, sharp, hungry.

“This is crazy,” she gasped.

“Yeah,” I said. “Don’t stop.”

Her hands moved to her waistband, and for one second—just one—I thought she might hesitate.

She didn’t.

She peeled her jeans off and sat back in her panties, breath coming fast, lips swollen from our kissing. Her shirt hit the floor next. She was gorgeous—gorgeous and shaking, eyes wild and wet, and I would’ve begged if she’d asked.

“I want this,” she said. “Even if it’s just once.”

“It won’t be.”

POV: Taylor

When I reached down and pulled him free, I had to close my eyes.

He was thick. Heavy. Beautiful. Not just big—unfair. Like some cosmic joke. Like the universe had been hiding this man from me for ten years just to torture me.

I moved my panties aside and lined him up.

We were clumsy. Rushed. His hands were on my hips, trying to hold me still while I sank down inch by inch.

“Oh my God,” I gasped.

“Slow,” he groaned. “You’re tight.”

“You’re huge.”

We laughed. Nervous. Giddy. Then I whimpered, because I’d taken more of him than I expected—and he was still pushing up into me, stretching me open like my body already knew how to fit around him.

My hands braced on his chest. His eyes locked on mine.

And then I dropped my hips fully, burying him deep.

Everything stilled.

And then we moved.

POV: Taylor

I didn’t expect the first one.

I was barely halfway down on him, rocking my hips slow, trying to adjust to how impossibly full I felt. My body stretched around him in a way I’d never felt before—too much, too deep, too good—and then it hit me. Sharp. Violent. A snap of white heat that rolled through my belly and ripped the air from my lungs.

I came.

Just like that.

“Oh my God…”

Jay froze beneath me. “Already?”

I nodded, gasping. “I’ve never—fuck—I didn’t know it could happen that fast.”

His hands gripped my hips, knuckles white. “Ride it.”

So I did.

I ground down, dizzy, helpless, already shaking, and within seconds another wave crashed over me. My thighs trembled, and I collapsed into his chest, panting, sweating, moaning—a sound I didn’t recognize as my own.

“I didn’t know I could feel this way,” I whispered.

He bucked his hips once—deep—and I cried out, already cresting again. My body was slick with sweat and cum, but all I could think was more. More of him. More of this.

I was losing count.

And then he groaned, thick and rough, holding me down hard on his lap.

“Taylor—fuck—I’m gonna come.”

I felt it before he said it. The twitch. The pulse. The thick stretch that somehow got even harder as he buried himself to the base and spilled inside me.

Warm. Deep. Possessive.

I collapsed against him, stunned. Legs shaking. Mind blank.

It was over. And I didn’t want it to be.

POV: Jay

She looked at me like something had just been taken from her.

Disappointment flickered across her face, soft and quiet. She bit her lip and shifted her hips, trying to move—but my hands were still on her waist.

“I thought it would last longer,” she said softly, eyes downcast.

I leaned in, caught her chin between my fingers, and kissed her full on the mouth.

“It’s not over,” I said.

Her eyes widened.

“I’ll be good to go again in a minute,” I murmured, voice low and steady. “You’re not leaving this SUV without feeling me in every position I’ve dreamed of.”

She swallowed hard. “Promise?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

POV: Taylor

He laid me back and took over.

His body covered mine—tall, hard, warm—and the second he pushed inside again, I forgot how to breathe. He was already hard again. Already thick and deep and somehow even more intense now that I was flat on my back, thighs open, completely at his mercy.

He started slow. Real slow. Thrusting like he had all the time in the world, like he was memorizing the way I felt.

“You’re still wet,” he whispered. “Still full of me.”

“Don’t stop.”

He kissed me—slower this time. Not hungry. Reverent.

And then he hit that spot.

I gasped.

Again. Again. Again.

My legs wrapped around his hips. My nails dug into his back. My breath caught, and then the orgasm ripped through me like a scream I couldn’t let out.

And then another.

And another.

When he came again—grunting into my neck, pressing deep—I came with him, blinding, broken, full of him in every way.

POV: Jay

I wasn’t done.

So I flipped her over.

She moaned as I pulled her to her knees, bare ass high, cheek pressed to a pillow. Her body was flushed, hair messy, thighs trembling. And still, she arched her back and pushed back into me like she needed it.

I didn’t wait.

I slammed into her, skin meeting skin with a sound that echoed in the back of the SUV. She cried out, loud and shameless, and I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled.

“You feel that?”

“Yes—God yes—”

“That’s me stretching you out.”

She whimpered.

“You’re going home full of my cum.”

Another whimper. Wetter this time.

“Everyone you talk to today’s going to see it on your face. They’ll know someone fucked you right.”

“Jay—”

I fucked her harder. Filthy. Dominant. Everything I’d wanted for years poured out of me in thrust after brutal thrust.

“I’ll be dripping,” she gasped.

“You already are.”

I gripped her hips and slammed into her with everything I had left.

“I’m going to fill you again.”

“Please.”

I didn’t pull out.

And she didn’t ask me to.

POV: Taylor

I collapsed against the blankets, boneless and wrecked. Jay was right behind me, still panting, arm sliding around my waist to pull me close like he couldn't bear the space between us.

The air inside the SUV was thick. Sticky. Heavy with sex, sweat, and something I couldn’t name yet.

Shame never came.

I just felt… held.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I whispered.

“I’ve dreamed about this for years.”

I turned to look at him. “You noticed me back then?”

He didn’t blink. “You were the reason I didn’t walk away.”

My heart cracked wide open.

“I thought I imagined it.”

“You didn’t.”

“We shouldn’t have done this,” I whispered.

“I know.”

“And I want to do it again.”

Jay smiled. Pulled me tighter.

“Same.”

I buried my face in his neck.

“What happens now?”

He didn’t answer.

But I already knew.

Nothing would ever be the same again.