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hours or so from behind, from the front, against the door, against the wall.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew people were watching, and from
somewhere far away he could hear the whistles and cat calls and whooping from the
people left inside Katz. He didn t care. He didn t care about anything but Mandi and
getting inside her, sleeping with her, getting through the night and starting fresh with
her tomorrow.
He bit her tongue lightly. She retreated and raised her head. He understood the
look on her face all too well right then. He knew exactly how she felt. I need you. Right
now. I want you real bad, so unless you want an audience, we need to get the hell out of
here.
Her gaze roamed over his face, as though searching for something before she
smiled and asked, Can you walk?
Brat. I could walk with my dick buried so deep inside your cunt you felt it in your
throat.
Yeah?
Wanna try me?
She seemed to contemplate it, the little wench. He squeezed her ass and pulled her
even closer, both of them completely uncaring about their captive audience. He d take
her on the bar if Mac wasn t still there. He had no interest in getting them arrested for
indecent exposure and lewd acts in a public place.
Yes, but not here.
He feigned disappointment. Damn. Okay. Wave to all your well-wishers. Instead
she buried her head in his neck and squeezed her arms tight around him, shaking her
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head. He just smiled. She was seductive and naughty and gave as good as she got, but
evidently being confronted by her own very public display of affection brought out her
shyness.
He tossed a good night over his shoulder and kissed Jackie on the cheek as she
opened the door for him and his embarrassed piece of birthday goodness to walk
through. How the hell are you ever gonna go back in there to work after that little
performance if you wouldn t even grin and tell them good night?
I don t know, she mumbled.
You know they know exactly what we are going to do once we leave here.
Yes.
And you couldn t contain yourself long enough to get back to the car?
Obviously not. Complaining?
He set her on the hood of his car and bracketed her between his hands as he leaned
down, face level with hers. Not a bit. You can jump me like that anytime the urge
strikes you.
Even after tonight?
The second the words were out of her mouth, she looked down and clamped a
hand over her lips. He licked at her fingers, sliding his tongue between each one until
he could kiss her and she was once again looking at him. Yes. Especially after tonight.
He pushed into the space separating them until she was flat against the metal. I m all
about wanting to see you a lot. I want you, Mandi. I want to get so deep under your
skin, just like you ve gotten under mine.
Her legs slid up along his, slow, sensual, until they were wrapped around his lower
back and her hips were tilted upward, open and welcoming him between her thighs.
You are. I just didn t want to hope for more. I mean, come on& I m, well, I don t know
what I am, but, you re hot and& well, you re you. God, Jaz, what would you want with
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me for anything longer than a night and a day and another night of really damn good
sex?
Oh, I can t think of a lot of things I want with you that have nothing to do with
really damn good sex.
You can t?
Why did she look so sad at that comment? Yeah, but every one of those things
begins and ends with really damn good sex. Sometimes some of those things would
contain really damn good sex in the middle too.
You re teasing me.
The pout was adorable and oh so fake. Yeah. I am. Baby, there are so many reasons
for me to want you. I ll be glad to spell them all out in great detail for you later, but
right now is not the time. He kissed the tip of her nose and sadly tugged at her legs
until they dropped down. He stood and pulled her up and off the car. Now let s get to
a bed. I still have a few hours of being the best goddamn birthday present ever.
Oh yeah, you are definitely that.
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