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Drake follows me through the store. Occasionally he tosses things he wants into the cart as we pass by. Not once does he complain that I’m taking too long as I peruse the fresh fruit and veggies.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Drake asks as we put the groceries into the trunk of the car.

“You are one hell of a guy, Drake Kennedy.”

Drake pulls me into him and rests his forehead on mine.

“I’m glad you think so.”

Drake closes the distance and kisses me. What starts off as soft and innocent soon takes a dirty turn. My nails scrape his scalp as his hands squeeze my ass. The sound of a car door slamming makes us jump apart.

Drake chuckles, which makes me laugh.

“Come on, let me get you home before I convince you we should have a quickie somewhere.”

I look at the car and bite my lip. “I mean, I’ve never had sex in a back seat before. Isn’t that a rite of passage or something?”

Drake groans as he grabs my hand and pulls me toward my car door. He unlocks the door and opens it for me.

He looks down at me with heat in his eyes. “I would love nothing more than to make that fantasy come true, but not in a grocery store parking lot.”

“Party pooper.” I sigh as I slip into the car.

Drake shuts the door and rounds the hood of the car. He pauses in front of me and glares at me as he adjusts himself.

I can’t help but giggle.

Maybe he likes the idea of a little backseat action as much as I do.

“Drake. Drake,” a female calls out.

Drake takes a deep breath before pasting on a smile.

“Yes?”

I look around him to find four young women surrounding him.

“We love you. You are just the best. So hot and amazing,” one says.

I open the door and get out.

He nods. “Thank you. I appreciate you. We are really in a hurry, so do you want a quick picture with us?”

“Us?” The girl looks around him to see me.

She frowns. “Oh. I didn’t realize you had Aurora with you. No offense, but I’m not a huge fan,” she tells me.

I shrug. Not much I can do about that. Not everyone is going to like me.

“Can you take a picture of me with Drake though?” She looks so hopeful.

I nod, holding out my hand for her phone.

I take a picture of the group. Then the girls individually. When the last one steps up, I don’t miss the way she grabs his ass. I hate it, but I don’t say anything.

When they walk away, I ask him about it.

“It happens more than you think. Everyone wants to say men are the perves, but women are worse. I stopped responding. The only time I do anything now is if they try to grab my dick.”

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