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There was nothing hesitant about Joe. While their tongues tangled, she hooked a leg up around the back of his, and pretty much rode his thigh. The heat was delicious, and Mike’s cock hardened in a blink.

Matching Joe’s enthusiasm, Mike thrust his dick into the tautness of her abdomen. He was so fucking turned on. Nothing this sexually intense had happened to him since he’d first started dating Mellie in high school, and even then, that teenage fumbling couldn’t compare to the full-body fever he was experiencing now. Adolescent lust and real-man, grown-up desire were two very different things. Mike was learning that, fast.

His head, however, wasn’t fully letting go yet.

The part of Mike’s brain that remained coherent, had him easing up.

He was very well known in town, and it would only be a matter of time until someone he knew walked by and saw them sucking face. Mike started to pull back further before he realized… Yeah. That was exactly what he and Joe had planned. To be seen together. To be talked about as an item, yet… The protective part of him he’d denied to Joe, didn’t want her to be shoveled into “cheap date” category by the local gossips, which is what would happen if he and she continued making out randily in the parking lot.

Fuck. As much as he loved this, it was time to move their personal party someplace else.

“Joe.” He dragged his lips from hers and lifted his head. “We need to stop.”

She whimpered, her nipples like twin drill-points, boring into his chest. “Why?” she murmured, dragging her tongue over his throat where she’d somehow managed to loosen his tie and have his top button undone.

When did that happen?

Mike tried to be the voice of reason, but it was damned difficult as she continued to work her oral magic on his collarbone. “Because we want to be perceived as love-interests to each other, not sex hook-ups.”

“What’s the difference?” she asked, manipulating the third button down, her mouth clearly headed toward his nipple.

He grasped her healing chin as gently as he was able, and dragged her face up to talk sense.

“The difference is, I want people to talk about how good you are for me, not how fast we jumped into bed.”

Joe stepped back.

“Spoilsport,” she snuffled, but her smile threatened as she began refastening his buttons. “Fine. But in that regard, you might have to do something about the hickey I left on your neck.”

Mike was momentarily appalled. “You left?—?”

Joe laughed, patting his chest playfully. “No. I didn’t.” She finished straightening his clothes. “This time,” she added impishly before turning and sashaying her fine ass toward her car.

“I’ll get you for that,” Mike called out, adjusting his painfully-bereft cock so he could climb up into his truck.

“Promises, promises,” Joelle sent back.

Mike chuckled wryly.

He’d known that would be her response.

Fifteen minutes later, Mike pulled down his driveway with Joelle right behind him, and Mike had some unexpected flutters in his belly. Would his kids like her? The woman he’d have to remember to introduce as Elle the cocktail waitress, instead of Joe the bad-ass agent? Would they give her a warm welcome or treat her with disdain?

Seriously?

Mike shook off his trepidation. These were his kids. His good kids. They knew how to conduct themselves, and even if they found Joelle lacking, they’d wait until she was gone to call him out on his choice of dates.

Mike alighted from his truck, feeling better after dispelling his qualms. Joe was only seconds behind him, getting out of her car.

“I’d offer to show you around the property,” he smirked, “but you’re already familiar with it.”

“Grasspole,” Joe snickered before becoming earnest. “And stow that thought. You need to remember who I’m pretending to be, and behave.”

“No worries,” he responded seriously. “Not a word about who you really are will pass my lips.”

“Good. Although I’d probably gain a lot more cred with your kids if they knew I could kick your butt on the mats, and that I carry a gun instead of a drink-tray.”

“We’ll leave the gun intel for later. But,” he pondered thoughtfully, “the gym cred is actually a good way to say we met. We can tell them we’ve sparred a number of times over the past few months.”

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