Melissa couldn't resist the urge to lean against him. She felt his skin was so hot.

They were in a public environment and she was feeling mentally stressed. But she was also too embarrassed to suggest to him that they should do it somewhere else. She hesitated for a moment before finally surrendering.

He was making her feel a way that she had never felt before.

He was more rough than he was before, but still, he was giving her double pleasure. It didn't take long for her to move from resistance to submission. She tamely wrapped her arms around his neck and let him have his way with her.

The atmosphere in the car was so romantic. Melissa put her Lips to his ear and said softly, "Marcus, you're sweating a lot."

Marcus looked down at her and responded with a rude statement.

Melissa was surprised. She felt Marcus had indeed changed a lot.

Though he had always been arrogant, he rarely said such crude words in bed in the past. But nowadays, he was always making dirty talks.

Melissa initially thought she wouldn't like it, but on the contrary, it actually turned her on every time.

The darkness still enveloped the car, a silent witness to the moments just passed. Their breaths, once ragged, now found a tranquil rhythm, as both Marcus and Melissa found solace in the quiet.

Words were unnecessary between them. Despite having Matthew and sharing intimacy before, the confines of the car were a first for them. The adventure had been thrilling, yet in its wake, an awkward silence took hold.

Marcus' voice, rough from the night's escapades, broke the silence.

"I'll go and take a quick smoke, and then we'll go home!"

Melissa's response was terse. "ALL right."

Her words belied her true feelings, coming out more like a sigh than speech.

Marcus cast a glance back at her.

Melissa, in a flurry, attempted to button her blouse, her fingers trembling with each attempt.

Observing her struggle, Marcus drew her close and took over the task with a finesse that belied his masculine hands, buttoning her blouse with ease.

Melissa, unable to resist a jest, remarked, "Your fingers seem quite adept."

“Didn't you enjoy them?" Marcus retorted, his smile barely visible in the dim light as he cracked the window open and lit a cigarette.