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  “You know I am,” she said with a gleam in her eyes. When his hand snaked between her legs, he found she was dripping with desire.

  For him.

  Hissing in a breath, he shook his head. “That’s mean. Torture.”

  “I know, let’s go.”

  Just at that moment, the waitress set down their plates, but he shook his head, his lips moving against Brie’s. “Can you box those up, please? Something came up.”

  Her hand slid across his lap, taking ahold of his hard cock through his slacks, and he whistled in a deep breath. “It sure did.”

  In that instant, Vaughn Johansson knew there was no going back.

  “Vaughn.”

  He groaned in dismay. “Yeah.”

  “Get your hand out of my hair. I don’t want blow job hair.”

  He made a face. “But that’s what you’re doing.”

  Still hovering over his cock, Brie set him with a look. “I understand that.”

  “I’m gonna mess it up when we get home.”

  She let out an annoyed breath against his cock that had him almost coming out of his seat. “Again, I understand that, but I’d like to make it home with decent hair, so that when I’m walking through the lobby, people aren’t like ‘Yup, she was sucking his cock.’”

  He was incredulous. “People do that?”

  “I do it all the time,” she said simply.

  Shaking his head, he let out a chuckle as he released her hair and threaded his hands behind his head. “Fine.”

  “Thank you,” she mumbled before running her tongue around the head of his cock, sending his eyes rolling back as his head fell into the headrest. He was supposed to be making sure no one could see them in the very back of the restaurant parking lot, but with his cock far down the back of his…his girl’s…yeah, his girl’s throat, there was no doing anything but trying not to blow his load too quickly.

  “Fuck, I don’t know if I love your mouth or your pussy more.”

  She sucked him hard, her teeth raking up and down his shaft as he moaned, sounding like this was his first blow job ever. As her head moved up and down his cock, he couldn’t help but appreciate how fucking hot she looked. Her ass was up in the air, her hands braced on his legs as she took him down her throat like a fucking pro. She continued to fucking blow his mind. Who knew someone so little could suck cock the way she did? So hard. With so much fucking meaning.

  “Fuck…”

  His words were short, tight, and as he gasped for air, he had to hold on to something. Opening his eyes, he looked out as much as he could before he took ahold of her bare ass cheek. He’d almost forgot she didn’t have panties on, like an idiot. She had just the right thing to hold on to. A beautiful wet pussy. Running his fingers along her ass crack, he met her dripping wet center and slowly moved his fingers inside of her. She cried out against his cock before taking him deep once more, sucking so hard as she pulled him out of her mouth. His eyes drifted shut while he moved his fingers in and out of her, his other hand holding the door as he fought back his release, wanting to make this last as long as he could.

  Soon, he found that he was fucking her with his fingers at the rhythm she was moving down his cock. Her body was squeezing him, she was wet as all get-out, and it was just so much to take. She was by far the hottest little thing he had ever met in his life, and he wasn’t sure how he’d even thought he didn’t want this. Didn’t want her. All of her. When she started to come, crying out as she squeezed him, he arched up, his body going taut as he blew his load so hard, lights went off behind his eyes.

  And she sucked him dry.

  He was panting as she lifted up, sitting on his hand, his fingers going deeper inside of her as she gave him a sneaky little grin. She ran her tongue along her lips, and he fought for breath as she started to move herself up and down his fingers. Reaching out, he took her by the back of her neck before he crashed his lips to hers. He pumped his fingers inside of her, and she cried out against his mouth as he pulled her into his lap, her body throbbing around his fingers. He loved how wet she was. How fucking hot she was.

  But when she pulled back, she slid her tongue along his before moving his fingers out from her to her clit that was begging for him. Grinding against him, she grinned. “See, my hair is perfect, and I haven’t even come again.”

  “But if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’m gonna figure out a way to throw you on the dash and eat your pussy until you’re the one messing up your hair.”

  She gave him a challenging stare. “I wouldn’t fit.”

  “I’d make you fit, and I’d eat you until I got my fill.”

  “Hmm.” She looked to the dash and then back to him. “Or, you can take me home and do whatever you want to me.”

  His lips curved. “Whatever, huh?”

  “Yup, whatever you want.” Running her tongue along his chin as his head fell back, she whispered, “I want you, Vaughn. I want you so bad.”

  He was going to come once more, and he wasn’t even hard again yet. Pushing her out of his lap, he shook his head. “I’m not going to make it home.”

  “Think you can drive and not crash if I give you head on the way home?”

  He paused as he started the car. “Stay away from me. I’m not risking either of our lives for head.”

  “So practical,” she teased, and he made a face.

  “Yeah, Jensen’s bitch ass is rubbing off on me. Now, hush, keep your legs shut, and be good.”

  As she opened her legs, she ran her hands along her thighs while she held his gaze. “I have spent the whole day thinking about you. I don’t want to be good.”

  Yup. He wasn’t going to make it.

  “You’re not putting it there.”

  “You said anywhere.”

  “Yes, but I thought we already covered this base.”

  “I thought that was because we weren’t together. We’re together now. Doesn’t that mean I get this sweet ass?”

  Blinking, Brie shook her head. “No, it doesn’t. Not even if we were married would you get that in my ass.”

  He pursed his lips as he looked over her sexy body. They had just gotten home. The living room looked like a flowery hurricane because while he was trying to get her naked, he’d knocked over two vases. But he didn’t care. He wanted her. Now, though, they were at a stalemate. “I swear I’ll go slow.”

  “No.”

  “It won’t hurt.”

  Her eyes went wide. “Have you had a cock up your ass?”

  He held up a finger. “No, but my best friend is gay, and he told me it’s great.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “All right, then. Let me stick an eggplant up your ass, and if you can take it, then, baby, you can stuff your huge-ass cock right on up there.”

  “Whoa, I don’t want anything in my ass.”

  “Neither do I,” she answered, opening her legs before pointing to her slick and gorgeously pink pussy. “Now, stop running your mouth, and put it to work here.”

  Climbing on the bed with her, he covered her body with his, pressing his cock against her hot center. Cuddling her up in his arms, he kissed her nose as she smiled up at him, cupping his head in her hands. “You drive me insane.”

  “I do?”

  “You do, and I swear, no other woman can talk to me the way you do and turn me on like this.”

  “Aw, you like me?”

  He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. “I do, Brianna Soledad.”

  She kissed his nose. “Good, that was my goal.”

  “You were gonna give me the chance, weren’t you?

  She laughed as she moved her hands along his jaw, up over his ear and into his hair. “Yeah, I was.”

  “Aw, you like me,” he said with a smug smile, and she snorted.

  “I do, but I pray I’m not making a mistake.”

  “You’re not.”

  “Promise?”

  “Pinkie promise.” He held up his pinkie, at which she laughed, but he shook his head. “I�