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I let out a growl and then grind my bottom into the passenger seat, trying to get the friction I desperately need that I have yet to receive all day.

Growing frustrated as the seconds slip away, I whimper. “This isn’t going to work.”

“At least you’ll be ready to go later when I fuck you into next week.”

“If I don’t die from the wait.”

Collins chuckles at my misery. “Here’s your panties. Put them on.”

“Yes, sir.”

Feeling adventurous, I reach over and massage his cock through his shorts, feeling it come to life.

“Don’t tease me, Penelope.”

“Or what?” I challenge. “What are you going to do about it? Oh, I know. Nothing. And if you do end up spanking my ass red, then at least it will be festive as fuck to go with your blue balls.”

Sliding the panties back up my legs, I spend some extra time stroking myself.

“You are playing with fire.”

“Good thing for me, I love the burn.”

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COLLINS

I don’t even have the car shut off before Penny is undoing her belt and opening her door.

“Easy, woman. I’ll help you out.”

I know she’s irritated with me. But it’s not my fault she is insatiable and couldn’t work with the timeline of getting to the party at her parents’ house.

“I’m a grown-ass woman, Collins. Quit acting like a time traveler from a different century in history.”

Clearly, she’s in the mood to exert her independence today. “It’s a mighty fine ass,” I point out, watching with appreciation as she gets out of the car. It takes everything in me not to coddle her and lay the imaginary red carpet down for her arrival.

Her body snaps around as she glares at me while shutting the door. “Maybe I’ll let you touch it later.”

I feel the blood drain from my face, as I kill the engine and rush to catch up to her. “There’s nomaybe, Penny.” Clearly, she’s choosing violence if she thinks she is going to have the upper hand in this fight. Nope. And if I need to drag her back to this car just to prove my point…so be it.

“Oh, there most definitely is—especially after you refused to pull over so we could have a quickie before arriving here.”

“There’s nothing remotelyquickieabout pleasuring you. Your body deserves more than a steering wheel pressed into your backside while I wring out our orgasms.”

Leaning into her stance, she scoffs. “You make me sound like some needy bitch in heat.”

“Not you,” I say, gesturing to her pussy. “Her.”

“Oh, that’s cute.Realcute.” She starts walking back to the car.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot my flag dessert.”

She walks around to the driver’s side with me on her heels to get the covered dish she made from the back seat. I take the American berry flag cake from her hands.

“How does one get back in your good graces, Princess?”

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