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My cock responded immediately, going hard as steel.

The damned thing tried to punch a hole through my pants, and I was hard pressed not to reach down and give myself a good long squeeze.

Was it getting hard to breathe in here?

“I just want you to know, Max, that I’m glad you did. Asked me out, I mean,” she said, and my heart soared at that small victory.

“You listen to me very closely now. Earlier you asked me not to play with you, and I won’t. That is, I’m not,” I began.

“Good. I appreciate that,” she interrupted.

“But make no mistake, Sugar. I have every intention of using every single move I have and maybe borrowing a few just to make sure I woo you the way you deserve to be wooed, Penelope Abruzzi,” I growled as I shifted the truck into park.

“You’re facing the wrong way,” she said, but I had plans she didn’t know about.

I just grinned and clicked a button on the center console, tucking it away and sliding the hidden seat cover atop it, making a bench out of the front of the truck.

Then I unbuckled both our seatbelts and reached out to cup the back of her neck with one hand, and her hip with my other, sliding her across the space.

I didn’t stop until our faces were mere inches apart and I could see the specks of gold dancing in her brown velvet eyes.

“Why?” she whispered.

That one worded question could have meant a million things, but I knew instinctively what she was asking me.

My Devil growled, scratching at my skin to change and claim her now.

Not yet. Patience.

“Because I plan to make you mine, Sugarplum. I’m going to prove to you just how serious I am starting right now,” I said, then slammed my mouth to hers.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN-PENELOPE

Honk! HONK!

“Excuse me, mister?”

Someone tapped on the window. Again.

“MISTER! You’re over the line!”

What the hell?

It was like the universe was conspiring to keep me from kissing this man.

I recognized that voice. It was Georgie again, and I wondered how much trouble I’d get into if I smacked the little turd upside his head.

I mean, can’t a girl get a kiss from a ravishing man without all this hullabaloo?

It had been a long time since someone had kissed me. A really long time. And the way he went about it?

Holy. Shit.

Max was holding me so tight it was a wonder I could breathe. I didn’t know how he did it, but he somehow converted the front seat of his stupid cool truck into one long seat and now I was wrapped up in his arms, with his lips on mine, and I did not want it to end.

“Mister!”

“I’m gonna kill that twerp,” Max growled, ending our kiss with a nuzzle.

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