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“But, Luke,” she pleaded as I almost screeched the tires swerving into the parking lot. I found a spot near the back but not far enough away that someone would be suspicious.

I already had my seat belt unbuckled before I threw the car in park. As the truck settled, I was popping Hazel’s seat buckle and giving her directions.

“Turn around so your back is on the door and spread your legs so I can make you come.”

She opened her eyes and looked around. “Luke, someone could see—”

I pulled at her thigh, and she began to move. “I will pay attention and make sure no one sees us, Angel. This is for my eyes only because you’re mine.”

She was easy to persuade as her head hit the window with a soft thud and her legs parted. Her black coat fell open and removed some of the shadows from around her. The black of her panties was so pretty and delicate, but I ripped them off, not wanting anything in the way of her pleasure.

With her panties gone, I could see her wetness dripping down her folds and closer to her ass. Her clit was swollen and eager for more, and I wouldn’t let her suffer for long. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her anyway.

I plunged two fingers into her, and she gasped at the intrusion. But the gasp quickly turned to a deep, throaty moan and her hips bucked against my fingers.

“Yes, use my fingers. Fuck my fingers just like that.”

Her hand latched around my wrist, but this time, instead of forcing me off, she tried to push my hands even deeper as her heat enveloped me. I let her control most of it, but I pressed the tips of my fingers against her inner walls and used my other hand to draw small, tight circles over her clit.

As soon as I touched her needy bud, she detonated on my fingers. The warmth rushed over them as she squeezed more pleasure and writhed, not keeping quiet as beautiful noises slipped from her mouth.

Her head lolled against the glass, and I blinked back the desire fogging my vision. If I didn’t get myself under control, I was going to come in my pants by just one look at her fully sated, relaxed expression.

She laughed casually and cleared her throat. “This is already the best date I’ve ever been on, and we haven’t even gotten out of the car yet.”

“I agree,” I mumbled as I withdrew my fingers and held them up in front of me. It was so much more than before as my fingers stuck together, but my mouth watered just the same.

Hazel was straightening in her seat, her whiskey-colored eyes watching me intently as I licked my lips and then sucked her pleasure off my fingers. Just as I had only minutes prior, I savored the tangy creaminess of it and knew we had to get out of the car immediately.

“Get out of the car, Hazel.” The words weren’t meant to be demanding, but they were.

Hazel didn’t question me, though, grabbing her bag and slipping out of the truck.I rounded the truck quickly and pressed her against the passenger door with a hand to the base of her throat before I slammed my lips on hers. My tongue immediately breached her lips, and she sighed into me.

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue? So fucking sweet.”

She was past words and held me close by the lapels of my suit jacket. Breaking the kiss was miserable, but we had a reservation. She also already knew that I could fuck her like I owned her, but I wanted to show her I was well rounded, not just a one-trick pony.

“You’re extra bossy tonight,” she smiled up at me before kissing just my bottom lip.

“If we had stayed in that truck for two more seconds, I was going to make you get in the back seat so you could ride me to kingdom come. And if we stay out here another second, I’m going to take you up against the truck. I have twelve more orgasms to give you.” Her eyes flared, but I returned a look that promised so much later.

I’d tell her all I wanted to do to her later over dinner.

FORTY-FIVE

Luke

The hostess satus in a circular booth at the back of the restaurant, which may or may not have been because I requested one. Our time in the truck wasn’t enough, and I needed easy access to her all night.

I was addicted to everything about her.

The waiter, Ronnie, an older man with a handlebar mustache, had already taken our drink orders and left us to “peruse the menu and enjoy the ambience” while he was gone. Those were his words, not mine, but Hazel and I were both doing just that.

The place I’d decided on was recommended by Reed and I’d have to thank him later if the food turned out to be as good as everything else. It was a renovated fire station inside the city limits that they’d turned into one of the best Italian restaurants in the area, at least according to the internet.

The exposed brick on each of the walls was charming and the old fire station paraphernalia kept the history of the place alive. Outside it still looked like the old fire station, but inside it had been transformed into a romantic dinner spot with numerous candles and fancy green velvet booths.

I wasn’t accustomed to places like that, where the waiters scraped the pristine white tablecloths with the fancy crumb scraper tool and asked you if you wanted still or sparkling water. But we both looked the part—and might I add, we looked damn good together—and when I focused on Hazel, most of the rest of the world disappeared.

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