The moment they slipped into the shadows, Megan felt her pulse racing. She knew this was wrong—Carl was probably texting her right now, wondering why she hadn’t come home yet. But as Mark’s rough hands slid up her waist, every ounce of guilt melted away, replaced by pure, raw desire.

Mark’s fingers traced her hips, his touch calloused and firm, so different from Carl’s careful, predictable caresses. Megan let out a shuddering breath as he pinned her against the thick trunk of a tree, his body pressing into hers.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks, girl,” Mark murmured, his voice dark with hunger. “Running past me in those tight little outfits, acting like you didn’t notice me watching.”

Megan whimpered as his fingers curled under her sports bra, lifting it just enough for the cool night air to harden her sensitive peaks. “I… I didn’t think—”

“Didn’t think an old man like me could make you wet?” he interrupted, his mouth hot against her throat.

Her breath hitched. She should stop this, but the way his hands roamed her body, unashamed and needy, sent sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

Mark’s grip tightened as he turned her around, pressing her hands against the tree trunk. Megan gasped, her back arching as he pulled her leggings down in one swift motion, leaving her exposed to the night air.

“Damn, girl,” he groaned, running a hand over her bare skin. “You’re trembling.”

Megan’s knees nearly buckled as he slid a finger between her thighs, teasing her soaked heat. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan, but he wasn’t having it. With a rough tug, he spread her legs wider, his voice thick with approval.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Dripping for me.”

She gasped as he pressed against her, his breath hot in her ear. “Say you want this.”

Megan’s fingers dug into the tree bark as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. “I want it,” she whispered.

“Louder.”

“I want it,” she moaned, pushing her hips back against him.

Mark didn’t make her wait any longer.

Megan’s breath came in ragged gasps as she braced herself against the rough bark of the tree. The night air was cool against her flushed skin, sending a shiver down her spine as Mark’s strong hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve with a hunger that made her knees weak.

“You like this, don’t you?” Mark’s voice was thick with desire, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her hip before gripping her firmly. “Getting all worked up for an old man like me.”

Megan let out a soft whimper, her body betraying her hesitation. She should stop this, should turn around and run back to Carl. But the way Mark touched her—rough, demanding, utterly unashamed—ignited a fire inside her that she couldn’t ignore.

Mark leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he pressed his body against hers. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, girl. You’ve been wanting this.”

His hands slid lower, teasing her inner thighs, making her gasp as he took his time, savoring every moment. Megan arched into him, her body desperate for more, but he held her firmly in place, drawing out the tension until she was trembling.

“You’re so eager,” he murmured against her ear, his deep, husky voice sending shivers through her. “But I’m gonna take my time with you.”

Megan bit her lip, her fingers digging into the bark as he continued his slow, torturous exploration, making her body burn with need. His touch was nothing like Carl’s—it was rough, experienced, and filled with a primal hunger that made her feel completely undone.

When he finally pressed his lips to the sensitive spot on her neck, a deep moan escaped her, her body arching against him as she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.

The world around them disappeared. There was no Carl. No guilt. No hesitation.

Just the forbidden thrill of a man who knew exactly how to make her body crave more.

Megan’s breath hitched as she felt Mark press against her, his body firm and unrelenting. Her heart pounded, anticipation coiling in her belly as he held her in place, his grip firm yet teasing.

“You feel that?” Mark growled against her ear, grinding against her in a way that made her gasp.

She did.

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt just how big he was—thick, heavy, and pressing right where she craved it most. Her thighs clenched together involuntarily, a needy whimper escaping her lips as she arched back against him.

“Damn, girl,” he murmured, one hand sliding up her waist while the other held her hips still. “You’re trembling.”

Megan swallowed hard, her head falling back against his shoulder. “You’re… you’re so—”

“Big?” Mark finished for her, his rough chuckle vibrating against her skin. “Yeah, I know. And you can’t wait to feel it, can you?”

Her only response was a breathy moan as he continued teasing her, dragging out the moment until she was a mess of need and desperation.

Mark’s hands roamed her body, taking his time, savoring her as if he had all the patience in the world. And when he finally pushed just a little more, giving her a taste of what was to come, she nearly lost herself right then and there.

“Carl ever make you feel like this?” Mark asked, his voice thick with amusement.

Megan shook her head, barely able to form words. “N-no…”

Mark smirked, his grip tightening. “That’s what I thought.”

And with that, he claimed her fully, taking her in a way that left no doubt—she was his for the night.