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“Bingo. Now behave, and head home. I’ll meet you in a few minutes.”

“There’s no sabotage to your truck?” she asked, getting serious.

“Unless you count the indentation where I smacked my head? No.”

Snorting, Joe came to her feet. “Okay. You win. I’ll wait until we’re back at my place to see what’s what under that zipper. You know where my room is, right?” she asked.

“The old Jones Motel out on Route 2,” he answered. “Apartment 3.”

Yup. He’d done his homework as Joe had assumed.

“Great,” she answered. “I’ll be waiting. Don’t take too long.”

“Only as long as it takes to lose an erection and empty my bladder,” he grumbled.

With a laugh, and a skip in her step she normally didn’t have this time of night, Joe went to her car, started it up and headed to her home-base.

Fifteen minutes after arriving, purposely dressed only in a long T-shirt that barely covered her…assets, Joe was tapping her foot. Where the hell was Mike? Had he missed something that the duo had messed with under his truck? Had he been waylaid?

She was just about to grab her keys and go back to look for him when headlights swept the front of her unit.

Okay. She let out a pent-up breath. It was about time.

Joe pulled open the door and took one step outside, glowering at Mike as he got out of his truck.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“Mason called,” Mike informed her, looking her up and down with a little appreciation and a lot of lust in his gaze. “There’s an incident in town—nothing major—but it took a while to convince him that my squad could handle it without me.”

Joe’s lips lost their “purse” and tipped up instead. “Good going,” she praised. “Does that mean?—”

Mike approached so fast, Joe didn’t have time to finish her sentence before his lips were on hers, his hand on her posterior as he walked her backward into her one room digs.

But who was she to argue his strong-arm tactics?

Hello. She was all in.

She returned his kiss with vigor.

When he paused to close the door behind them, Joe leaped up and wrapped her legs around Mike’s waist, clinging to him like a horny monkey. That move had her shirt shifting just enough for his hand to come off the material, meeting bare skin.

He groaned.

“Yesss,” she hissed, arching into his touch.

“No panties,” Mike breathed as he nipped her ear and caressed her flesh.

“They were a little wet,” she hummed. “And who needs ‘em?” She gasped as his hand slid slowly toward the lake that her lady parts had become.

“Well, hello,” Mike breathed, encountering the flood. “Is this all for me?”

“It is,” Joe managed. “And the tide’s been rising for the past few hours. I was going to clean up, but then I thought it might come in handy.”

Mike chuckled. “No additional lubrication needed,” he ascertained with another swipe of his thumb through her drowned nether-lips.

“Nope,” she agreed. “Not even for that big monster you’re packing.”

Mike paused. “I’m just warning you. That monster’s been, uh, out of rotation for a while. Which might mean our first time is a little fast.”

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