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I’d do anything to fucking wipe it off.

Her words sink through my head. “Wanting, huh?” I lean closer, my hand moving to her thigh. “Are you going to beg for me, baby girl?”

Gritting her teeth, her eyes flash.

Once again, she surprises me. “If that’s what it takes to get you to touch me, then yes, I’ll fucking beg.” She points to the floor of my truck. “Do you want me on my knees?”

An image of her naked and on her knees, servicing my dick, makes me growl.

Reaching over, I grab the seatbelt, fastening it around her. “Not yet. Tonight is all about you.”

Leaning back in my seat, I throw my truck in gear, pressing my foot down on the accelerator. “Text your friend. Tell her you’re going to be late.”

Her voice is heavy with desire as she pants, “Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere we won’t be disturbed.” I turn my head, my eyes locked on hers. “Somewhere you can scream my name as I make you come again and again.”

She whimpers, her hands shaking as she pulls her phone from her pocket. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had an orgasm,” she whispers.

My eyes were on the road, but now my head snaps to hers. “Fuck, baby girl. Trust me, I’ll break your dry spell.”

She shivers in her seat, her fingers moving over her phone. My gaze moves back to the road, heading for a desolate spot in the woods.

“I’ve never had more than one orgasm. And sometimes…” she bites her lip, squirming in her seat.

“Sometimes, what?” My brows raise as I impatiently wait. Rage rolls through me at the thought of anyone giving her an orgasm other than me.

“Sometimes I don’t have one at all. Like maybe…” Swallowing hard, she choked out, “Something’s wrong with me?”

My hand moves to her thigh, my gaze full of promise. “No, baby girl. It’s not you. It’s them.” I give her a wolfish smile. “And I’ll prove it to you in about ten minutes.”

Her thighs clamp together as another adorable whimper comes from her.

“Open those legs for me, Maddie.” My hand slides closer to her hot center, feeling the heat through her jeans as she instantly complies. “I’m gonna touch you.”

Her head falls back against the seat, her legs spreading wider.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive.” My hand cups her pussy through her jeans and she moans, arching her back. I can barely keep my eyes on the road, watching her.

My fingers trail lightly over her, using enough pressure that she feels me, but not quite giving her what she wants. “How long has it been since you’ve had sex, baby girl?”

She bites her lip as her head turns, fearful eyes on mine. “Umm… you won’t get mad at me and stop, right?” Audibly swallowing, her hand shakes as she pushes a strand of hair away from her face. “Because I think I’d die. I’ve fantasized about this too long.”

I’m already shaking my head before the rest of her words penetrate my ears. “Wild horses couldn’t stop me from touching you tonight. The whole fucking world could be on fire and I’d die with my head between your thighs.” I winked at her. “And you’d be coming on my lips, letting me taste heaven on earth before I’m sent to the fiery depths of hell.”

Her hand shoots out, landing on my thigh, fingers curling into it possessively. “Well, if we’re dying tonight, I’m going to hell with you. I’m not letting you escape me that easily.”

“Good. Because I’m never fucking letting you go.” My smile is wicked yet full of promise. “Not even in death.”

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THE STALKER

Maddie’s chest heaves from my words, honey eyes like melted caramel, hair shimmering around her shoulders like molten gold. She trembles in the seat beside me as my hand glides over the jeans she’s wearing, cupping her pussy.

God, I need to fucking peel her clothes off and touch her.

Her breath hitches as I rub harder over her clit. “Jagger,” she moans, turning her head toward mine. The flames of desire shooting from her eyes like a spark in me, turning into a raging inferno within seconds.

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