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He groans my name when I palm his erection through his pants, squeezing the impressive bulge.

I bite his bottom lip, then suck it in my mouth.

A strangled-sounding “Holy shit” interrupts the whir of the zipper sliding down.

“I want to do something else on my fuck-it list tonight,” I inform him, fisting his erection and tugging it free from his boxer briefs.

Hunter glances down, watching my hand move back and forth. I can’t see his lap very well in the limited light, which makes this feel more illicit. I’m relying on feel, more than sight.

In the past twenty-four hours, I forgot how huge his dick is. How thick and firm andmale.

“You feel that?” he whispers roughly. “Feel how fucking hard I get for you, Eve?”

It feels like the most natural thing in the world—leaning lower and letting him fill my mouth.Necessary, like I’m doing this for me as much as for him. I suck him as deep as I dare,tightening my grip on the base as I let everything except the flared tip slip back out. I flick his slit before tracing the rim with my tongue.

Hunter grunts, and it feels like his erection swells even more. His thigh muscles tense, thickening beneath the hand I have braced on his thigh.

I lower my head again, surprised by how much I enjoy swallowing his shape. The head hits the back of my throat, and I don’t even flinch. I swallow again, feeling the rub that tells me how deep he is, and breathe through my nose as I continue to suck.

A flash of movement registers as Hunter’s hand moves. For a split second, I’m concerned I did something wrong or unwanted and he’s trying to push me off. But his fingers thread through my hair, tugging at the curls gently. Encouragingly.

My hand squeezes around the inches my mouth can’t reach before slipping lower. There’s only a little trimmed hair to search through. It rasps against my fingers as I cup his balls. My other hand slips under his shirt’s hem, exploring the firm, hot skin of his stomach. Hunter’s abs bunch beneath my palm as another sexy groan spills out of his mouth.

The aching pulse between my thighs gives an especially insistent throb. I wanted this. But I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good forme.

“Eve,” he says. “I’m going to?—”

I can’t say anything intelligible around the mouthful of his cock, but I understand exactly what he’s warning.

And I reply by suctioning harder. Either Hunter understands the silent encouragement or he isn’t able to hold off any longer.

A few seconds later, spurts of hot, salty liquid fill my mouth and coat my tongue. I don’t gag; I swallow. And swallow. Andswallowagain, what seems to be an endless supply of cum.

Pride and desire are the predominant emotions humming through me as I shove up straight, swiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

My thighs squeeze tight together as I study Hunter, head tilted back and hair disheveled. He must have been running a hand through it while I was going down on him, because it was flatter before we climbed in the car. His expression is a little dazed, his shoulders rising and falling fast.

Headlights sweep across the interior of the SUV as another car drives down the opposite side of the street.

The ordinary sight is startling.

I forgot the world was bigger than me and him. Hunter has this incredible ability to make me forget everything except him. To turn my surroundings into a blur and my brain blissfully blank.

“That was on your list?”

The sound of his deep, husky voice makes me blush.

“Fooling around in a car? Yeah.”

Technicallyfooling around anywhere that’s not a bed, but close enough. I added it this morning.

“I don’t think it counts as fooling around if only one of us got off.”

My pulse quickens at the implication. But my voice is shockingly calm as I casually reply, “None of the guys I fooled around with in high school shared that philosophy.”

I feel powerful and confident right now, and it feels good. The last time I wore this top, I was literally falling-down drunk. I want Hunter to see me sexy and carefree, not only vulnerable and unsure.

Just like last night, I barely register I’m moving before I’m already in a new spot. Hunter’s pulled me effortlessly to his side of the car, his expression dark as his hand slides up my thigh.

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