Page 53 of Elling & Jackie

She turned her head and looked at him before scanning the parking garage as if to see if anyone watched. "Hey."

He took the bags from her. The softest scent of something unrecognizable came to him, but he knew it was her. A smell that had him leaning toward her, taking her by surprise.

She tipped her head back to look at him. "What are you doing?"

"Give me a kiss." He stayed close.

"I'm not going to—"

He kissed her, taking full advantage of her open mouth. The sweet smell of her filled his head.

She welcomed his tongue, and he damned the bags in his hands, keeping him away from touching her and bringing her closer.

Jacqueline raised to her tiptoes. His cock pulsed and he turned her, pressing her back against the car so he could feel more of her.

She groaned and turned her head, breaking the kiss. "I can't. I'm at work."

"You're outside. It's your day off." He leaned, following her lips.

"There are cameras." She muttered, "Oh, God. Please. Don't."

"I want you."

She sagged against the front of him, banging her head lightly on his chest. "I want you, too, but..."

"Tonight?"

Her breasts rose and fell against him as she thought over his invite. "I'll come to you."

He kissed her forehead and stepped back. She looked at him and shook her head. He wanted to know what she was thinking.

"This is so screwed up," she whispered, taking her packages from him. "Nothing can come from it."

"That might be so, but it doesn't stop me wanting you," he said.

A car started nearby. He looked in the direction of the noise. His arousal fled.

"Fuck." He backed away from Jacqueline without taking his gaze off the unmarked car. "I need to go."

Throwing his leg over the seat of his Harley, he slapped the helmet hanging from the handlebar on his head and toed the kickstand while starting the bike. The fucker tried to leave while he was distracted.

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