Page 46 of Don't Cross Mo Ellery

With surprisingly little effort, he swings me up and over so I’m straddling him in the driver’s seat. The car is clearly not made for this, but as long as my ankle doesn’t get stuck between the door and the seat, I can work with it.

I canalsowork with what Chris has currently going on in his pants.

While I grind on his lap, Chris goes back to sucking my finger, and it occurs to me that maybe I should mention that the finger in his mouth was recently digging around in the coffin of a dead man.Which reminds me that I should give Claudia another quick update about the whole situation, so that she can start thinking of a plan to protect me, and I can really relax into all of this instead of worrying.

And honestly, I think I’ll just skip telling Chris—he’s having a great time, no reason to distract him.

I push his head into my boobs with one hand while I use the other one to slip my phone out of my bag and hold it behind the headrest where Chris can’t see. I keep grinding as Chris motorboats me—or am I motorboating him? Philosophically speaking, which of us is the motorboated and which is motorboating?

Putting that aside for later, I compose a quick text. The dogs are definitely confused, but thankfully they’re just sitting on the back seat, watching as I multitask.

Me:You were right, it was nursery

Nursery? Dammit, autocorrect.

Me:I mean, murder, it was murder

Me:I’m in danger

Just then, in one swift motion, Chris decides to go for the gold and yanks my dress over my head, sending the phone flying into the back seat. Before I can protest, I feel his lips on my stomach.

Ah fuck it.

I spin and trust fall backward so my head’s on the passenger seat, pressing against the door, and I’m arching my back over the center console, which gives Chris the perfect angle.

His tongue is now sliding along my hip bones. Then he’s tugging at my black silk underwearwith his teeth. Holy hell.

Why did it take us breaking up for sex to be exciting and fun?

This is a very important question that I should probably answer for myself at some point, but now isnot the time.

Nowis the time to prop a foot up on the steering wheel so that he can get the underwear all the way off me and then hoist my legs over his shoulders so I’m in a kind of tits-up wheelbarrow situation, giving him an all-access pass as he starts slowly kissing up my thighs.

That’s when my phone starts buzzing.

I’m going to ignore it, I really am, because this is likelife-changingsex, but the phone just keeps buzzing, so I twist my head, and spot it through the gap between the two front seats.

I think I can get it.

Or at least see who’s calling.

I arch my back a little more, and then inch my arm through the gap, doing everything I can not to have any impact on Chris’s really excellent work. Unfortunately, the dogs are starting to get restless, and they seem to think we’re playing a game now, so as I grope around for the phone, they keep nudging my hand out of the way.

UGH, why is it so hard to justlive?

By now, the windows are steamed up, and the slow, careful teasing Chris started out with builds in speed and pressure, so that my whole body is shaking, and not just from the strain of holding this impressively acrobatic position. It’s like the dogs sense it all the way from the back seat because they start howling in unison, and I’m thinking yeah, actually, good idea, so I howl too.

This is exactly what I needed!

And who cares about murder anyway!

I’m here, in the car, safe with Chris!

Chris, who makes me feel so good!

Chris, who is about to make me explode!

Chris, who I love!