Page 81 of Going All In

“He will if we stink up the place,” Sophia said. “Everyone go clean up and then show up at Lanzi’s. The ravioli special tonight is amazing.”

Darcy tried valiantly to stifle her gasp when Jake snuck his hand inside the back of her coat as they tried to listen to everyone around them. He’d just had to touch her. He ignored her gasp and how she tried to shift away from him as he dipped his hand under her shirt and trailed his fingers up and down her lower spine.

He was rewarded with a shudder and a faintly whispered stop that.

Fucking hell, he loved tormenting her more than anything.

That was a lie. He loved sinking into her body more than anything. Or listening to her go on and on about school or just spending time with her.

He was so fucking screwed.

“We’re skipping Lanzi’s, aren’t we?” Jake asked, already knowing the answer when she leaned into his touch.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured, trying to shift away subtly when he dipped a finger below her waistband. “Stop it. I’m trying to think here.”

“Thinking is overrated. All we have to decide is where to order takeout from.”

“Takeout, a hot shower, and your bed all afternoon. Can’t wait.”

“I like the way you think,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

“Get a room,” Ethan said.

“We plan to. Have a good night, everyone,” Jake said.

Then he was ushering her from the playground at a power walk. She laughed but let him tug her toward his car. He loved that laugh more than anything.

He ignored the taunts from his teammates, his only focus on getting Darcy in his car and then in his home.

“Where’s the fire?” she said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“In my pants,” he said, and she barked out a laugh.

“If your pants are on fire, that means you’re lying. You know, liar, liar, pants on fire.”

“I assure you that I’m not lying. Feel free to test the equipment. You know, for science.”

He caught her shaking her head from the corner of his eye, but he focused on the road and how quickly—and safely—they could get back to his condo without breaking any land speed records.

He sucked in a breath when she cupped him through his jeans.

“Dammit, Darc,” he groaned. “I’m trying to drive here.”

“You know I never learned how to drive a stick shift,” she said, running her palm up and down his rapidly hardening cock.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he bit out.

“Definitely not. Although I do remember reading about how an orgasm is considered a little death, so maybe,” she said nonchalantly, like she wasn’t currently gripping his cock as he tried to drive at a legal speed.

Getting pulled over was the last thing he needed, so he steadied his breath and focused on driving.

Then she popped the button open at the top of his jeans.

“Darcy,” he warned.

“My hands are cold and you’re so warm in there.”

He couldn’t stop his laugh. It was almost endearing, if he wasn’t about to shoot his load into his jeans.

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