Page 85 of The Soul Never Forgets

“This is me cracking the safe.”

“This isn’t fair play.”

“I never claimed that I play fairly.”

“Cara––”

My fingers glide back and forth over the bulge beneath his zipper. “This can go two ways. The first way involves my hand wrapped around your cock and giving you a hand job that will leave you very relaxed and satisfied during the remaining drive to Pascagoula.”

“Caroline––”

“Or… the other way involves a case of throbbing frustration.”

He glances at my hand and then back at the road. “How can you be so cruel to the person who is doing something really nice for you?”

“I don’t want to be cruel.” I tug at the button on his jeans and lower the zipper, slipping my hand inside his pants and wrapping my hand around his hard cock. “I’m eager to be accommodating.”

“Do you really want to ruin the surprise I have for you after all the planning I’ve done?”

Planning? That makes me want to know even more.

I push the elastic waistband of his boxers down and his erection springs forward. “Don’t you want my hand wrapped around your cock?”

“Of course I do.”

“You know what it’ll take for that to happen.”

“All I have to do is tell you where I’m taking you tonight?”

“That’s right.”

“Question first. Did Gussy ever do this to Frank?”

“Augustina was eighteen and it was 1939. Do you think she ever gave Frank a hand job while he was driving down the highway on a Saturday in the middle of the day?”

Dawsey chuckles. “I meant did Gussy use sex to coerce Frank into doing what she wanted? I’m pretty certain she didn’t get him off with her hand while they bounced down the road in the old blue Le Blanc pickup.”

I glide my thumb back and forth over the crown of his cock, spreading the liquid pearl at the tip. “What’s it going to be?”

“You’d really do this to me? Purposely make me hard and then watch as I ache without any relief?”

“It’s not what I want to do. Just say the word, and I’ll give you the release you need from your suffering.”

“Dammit, Cara. You’re ruining this.” Dawsey squirms in his seat. “We’re going to the casino tonight in Biloxi to have dinner, and then we’re going to play poker. I want to teach you.”

“I’ve been wanting to learn how to play poker for a long time, but I didn’t know anyone who could teach me.”

“I know. And now the surprise is ruined.”

“You’re so sweet, Dawsey.”

“It would have been sweeter if I’d been able to surprise you tonight.”

“I told you I hate surprises, but I can see how disappointed you are. Will you allow me to make up for ruining your surprise?”

“Oh, I fully expect you to make up for it.”

“Will your cock in my mouth instead of my hand suffice?”

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