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In fairness to the driver, they probably can’t see that. Upon opening my eyes, I see we’ve fogged the windows.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

“It’s okay.” I reach up to stroke his whiskered cheek. “You can make it up by taking me home and fucking me until I can’t walk straight.”

SIX

BRADLEY

I probably break half a dozen laws on the drive to Molly’s home.

After bringing Molly so close to climax, she’s understandably coiled in knots of arousal. Rather than wait patiently like a good girl, she exacts her own sweet revenge on me.

I pull the truck out of the parking spot, scowling at the waiting driver as I do. Which isn’t easy with my windows still mostly fogged up.

Once I’m on the road, Molly leans across the console and rests her hand on my thigh. High on my thigh.

I dart a glance at her. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, just a little something I like to call payback.” She slides her hand up even farther.

Her fingers lightly touch the bulge growing more prominent in my jeans with ever passing second.

I grit my teeth. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”

“Have I?” she asks innocently, her palm now cupping me through the denim.

“Yes,” I hiss. “You have.”

“Weird.” She flexes her hand over me, stroking my rock-hard shaft. “It doesn’t feel like I’ve made it completely.”

It’s all I can do to keep my sight—and the truck—on the road as she continues to fondle me. I’m so aroused by the time I lurch into park outside her house, I’m in very real danger of embarrassing myself.

I practically pull both of us out of the car and into her house. The second we’re inside, I push Molly’s back against the door.

“Hello, Pigeon,” I murmur to the cat rubbing up against my leg. “I have a little treat I’ll give you later. But first”—I stare deeply into Molly’s flashing eyes—“I have to give one to your mommy.”

Pushing her coat off her shoulders, I make quick work of removing her sweater and bra.

I lower my mouth to suck her nipple, savoring the cry she gives as I draw it deep into my mouth. Sliding my hand into her jeans, I continue where I left off before we were rudely interrupted.

In what seems like no time, she’s panting and calling out my name. Her pelvis presses against mine, mimicking the motions of my hand in an act as old as time.

I stay with her, guiding her to and past the point of no return. My ears ring with the sweet sound of her screaming my name.

She collapses against the door and I hold her upright. I press my lips to her cheek, to the spot below her ear. To her neck.

“Next time, you’re going to do that with my face buried against your pussy.”

“No way.” She shakes her head. “Next time, it’s going to be with you buried deep in side of me.” She opens her eyes, they’re hazy with passion. “Take your pants off. Now.”

The next morning, my heart is brimming with adoration for the woman in my arms as I nuzzle her awake.

We’re continuing a repeat of the satisfying performance from last night when my phone rings.

“Ignore it,” I say, continuing my exploration of her breasts.

A moment later, Pigeon hops up on the bed and starts meowing. Molly and I groan.

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