Secondhand Heart by Kristen Strassel

what any other red-blooded American girl would do in that situation. I undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. His cock was ready for me, even before I put it in my mouth.
    Every so often, I looked up at Cam, a beautiful angle up the long hard line of his abdomen, to see his head thrown back. He groaned in approval, his hand clutching my hair just at the nape, so I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
    “Hey, Cam, we wondering if…oh my God.” Someone walked in on us. I’m not sure who, because by the time I was done gagging, she was gone.
    My mouth still open, I sat there, stunned, covering my chest in case of any more intrusions.
    Cam burst out laughing.
    “You think that’s funny?” I took turns staring at him and looking back at the door, convinced the entire restaurant was going to come back to try to catch the free show.
    “I told them to knock first.” Cam wiped his brow and continued chuckling. “Maybe now they’ll listen.”
    “That girl just saw her boss getting his dick sucked! There are some things you can’t unsee, Cam!” I bent over to pick up my bra, then got up to retrieve the rest of my clothes. Cam grabbed me around the waist before I even got away from the chairs, turning me around so now I was against the desk. One of his hands slid to the waistline of my panties, moving back and forth along the elastic before tugging them down over my hips. I tried to pull them back up, but he was too fast for me. His other hand went back and forth from one breast to the other, teasing my still bare nipples. My breathing was jagged and shallow, I kept watching over his shoulder, distracted.
    Cam eased me up on the desk, picking me up like I weighed nothing. I clasped my hands around his neck so I wouldn’t fall backwards. He pushed his jeans down his legs, just enough so he could get the job done. My heart hammered against my ribcage, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
    “The door isn’t locked,” I whispered against his damp neck, the curls stuck to it moved with my lips, my voice raspy.
    “Exciting, isn’t it?” he asked.
    You know what? It was.
    The drive-in. The parking lot outside his condo. Here. My sweet country boy had a thing for being watched.
    I guess it wasn’t that much of a stretch, he performed for screaming crowds on stage. Singing, playing his music, it had to be as raw and personal as being intimate with another person. Right? In a different way, but the same level of vulnerability. Or he’d given so much of himself that his boundaries had totally evaporated.
    My boundaries were still held together by a worn thread. I didn’t want to set foot into the common area of the restaurant, but if I ever planned on leaving this office, I had to do something. There was no way in hell whoever caught us kept her mouth shut. That type of thing was just too good to keep to yourself.
    I gave up. “I can’t go out there.” When we finished and got dressed, I sat back down in the chair and looked up at Cam, who raised an eyebrow at me.
    “This is it?” he asked. “You’re going to stay back here for the rest of your life? There’s no shower back here. I’m just letting you know, in case you want to reconsider.”
    “Just until the end of the night.” I took another look at the door, considering it, but then realized that hiding out was the best thing I could do. “They’re all going to know.”
    Cam burst out laughing. “So what? They know, Daisy. You’ve been here every night this week. You leave with me.” He pulled me out of the chair, so our arms were stretched outright, and my body was against his. “I want them to know.”
    “I want them to assume. They didn’t need visual proof.” My legs felt like jelly. Cam led me out of the office, and helped me on to a barstool, then went behind the bar. I didn’t dare make eye contact with anyone. He reappeared with a shot and a beer chaser.
    “See, the world didn’t end.” He winked at me.
    “I guess you’re right.” Another